January 2009

A typical day in the city of Rockport and a typical fact that I was late yet again. I pull up on stadium road next to Razors massively modded black mustang designed with stereotypical flames on it. Immediately I'm greeted by jack-ass Ronald McCrea." How's your car running?" he asked with a dumb look on his face after that him and Bull moved away and Mia came up to collect the slips. "Papers" she said to Razor as he handed her the slip. Then she came to me "I need your pink slips". "Don't have one". I say with a little laugh, still I reach into my pocket to hand her second key to my car "good enough?" "Careful, he'll swap paint if he has to". She was rudely interrupted by Razor "first I'm onna' take your ride then I'm onna' take your girl get ready for that". "Keep dreaming and that interior better be clean bitch". "Hey! Stay focused, he's rolling on a lot of power so wait for him to shift first" she advised. She then walked up to start the race. I look upon the road that lay ahead. I close my eyes and take a deep breathe. "GO!" she screams. I open my eyes and slam my foot to the throttle. Razor got the lead off the line pulling ahead massively in the beginning but my tires got back under control first. I shift up. "American muscle…" I say to myself. I start to catch up to him. Luckily I had the upper hand since we were on the freeway, the Germans aim to make driving a joy on highways, not only did my car have its German side that focuses on top speed I also had a V8 running in my corner, the ideal choice for acceleration. I get even to him and nod my head in a friendly manner before pressing my foot down harder and easily passing him. I had reached 160 mph and still had my 6th to go. There was a loop in the highway coming up. Razor switched to the oncoming as he thought it faster and shorter. I decided to play it safe. I turn the wheel just enough to get through the entire loop without drifting and sliding. I was coming a bit too wide for my liking so turn the wheel a little more "come on don't touch it, stay calm your doin' fine". My head was constantly looking to the side that I completely forgot about what was ahead of me, I saw a taxi in the same lane as me. "OH SHIT". I pull my handbrake and rift to the inside of the loop. "Oh bullocks… who the hell takes a taxi on the highway?" I come out of the loop to see that Razor was ahead of me by at least 5 lengths ahead. I downshift to 4th to squeeze more power from the engine and started to gain on him. "Alright I'm not gonna be catching him at this rate". I press the NOS on my wheel, and the car shot straight from 140 to 165. We both squeeze out of the highway into downtown near the park. I was next to Razor but slightly behind. To both our surprise, we saw a pair of flashing lights, it was the heat. We both floored it down, I wasn't scared but I already had my hands full to bother with coppers. Then I realise we were going passed the RCPD. Razor was still leading by just a bit but then he got clipped by some cop, and I couldn't help but snort a laugh. He sorted himself out without a problem and was able to keep up with me. We both epically drifted a left followed by another which I pulled a tad bit too wide. But we were in century square now. A bump in the road gave me the lead as I narrowly avoided a civilian car. We passed a red-light and minivan tried to stop but ultimately just skidded and crashed a cruiser. We went straight into a tunnel and when you mix a borla exhaust with a tunnel, well let's just say it's a better love story than twilight. I hit my nos again as did Razor, we both upshifted nearly at the same time, god this guy had a fast car we dodged traffic, luckily it all was slowing down the cops. We came out of the tunnel but we were on oncoming and thus it led to yet another crash this time totalling an old Junker and TWO cruisers. Here the cops gave up. I started to gain a lead over my supercharged V8 competitor on the highway touching 180. I turn off the highway and get a call, the one traffic law I always obeyed was to not use my phone while driving but I thought to hell with that too, I quickly attended the call, set it to speaker and through it to one side, " what?!" I ask trying to focus on the road. "Hey there's something wrong with your ride, you left a huge oil slick at the start line, you have to end the race fast". My heart dropped at that very moment, I press my emergency nos that only I know about, it was only 5 lbs but anything would help right now. But it was too late, there was already a strange sound coming from the engine and my car stopped right after the bump of old railroad tracks… that strange sound was the sound of my fastest and most favourite car falling out of my grasp. Razor flew by me with a whoo. I start to breathe heavily from my mouth. I pull my hands from the wheel to see them shaking… I never lose on pinks I've had close shaves but never lost. I clench my hands into fists. I look down at my gearhead, it was a black 8-ball, I wasn't gonna let that go. "I'm sure I have a drill in here somewhere" I say as I undo my seatbelt to look for a drill.

"Thank you for the ride, I knew you weren't blacklist material" Razor mocked. Mia ran up "where's your punk money now?" Mia completely ignored Razor "what happened" she asked. Before I could say anything, bull opened his mouth "what happened is he's all show and no go" "yeah I had enough go to kick your ass across the street, and please, grow a few inches before you stand up to me." I reply with a distinct tone of anger in my voice. Callaghan muttered the words "She's mine now. And I'm gonna ride her like you never could" "hard and flat out" bull added. "Hey mia, sweetheart, winners circle is over here" he laughed "COPS! COPS!" one of assholes men screamed. Everyone scattered, fearing their lives running away. As I begin to run the black stang' blocks my path. "Bus stops that way champ" he laughed. "I'm coming for you Razor…" he drove off, and I legged it from there. I start sprinting, trying to get away. A vice slides to a halt a few feet away from me. I try to stop and quickly turn and dash the other way but instantly I see another cruiser. I leap and roll over its hood and recover and keep moving. A familiar corvette starts to gently brake in front of me. Suddenly, he presses the throttle hard for a second. Tripping me up and landing on his windscreen, he hits the brakes causing me to roll over onto the ground. I groggily getup and give up on trying to get away. Cross gets out of his car "the UC thought you were the one, but your mine now" he nods to his assistant who throws me down puts me into cuffs. As two other cops pick me up, she says "where's your fancy ride?" cross replied with "doesn't matter, he's not gonna nee it where he's going, and boy are they gonna love you in the big house" "I look forward to meeting them" I say with the same smartass smile. The cops grab me from my upper arms and drag me to their cruiser.

*** hey guys what's up, sorry this chapter took so long, believe it or not this chapter was supposed to be uploaded the day after the last but my free word trial expired and couldn't be bothered to type it up again, finally I thought send the document as an attachment to myself and open it on another laptop and finally got it done. I changed the part of the arrest cuz I thought that the player basically gets his ass kicked every time he gets busted and if I didn't change the story, well then it wouldn't be fanfiction would?***