2 Chapters in a day! I had this idea planned for a while. Many more charters will appear in sequels. I OWN NOTHING, ENJOY.
Off to the side, Silver and Knuckles wrestled a little before everyone raced to their cars. A few seconds later, hundreds of cars poured out of the side street, driving in different directions only to meet up twenty minutes later, blocking off any side street leading to the current 'track.'
On one side street, a Domino delivery car stopped in front of a Silver Skyline and the driver stepped out. "What in hell's goin' on around here."
Silver leaned out his window, waving the older man away. "Street's closed, Pizza boy. Find another way home!"
"Stupid street racers."
As the guy got back into his car, Silver adjusted his scanner. "Log on twenty-two. Tension is high. They've blocked the streets," a woman said over the radio.
As the four racers moved towards the starting point, two scantily clad women ran in opposite directions across the street, spraying down the starting line. The first three cars pulled right up to the line; the final car, the blue Eclipse, drove right over it. Sonic backed up, nervously looking at Shadow.
"Scourge!" a vixen cooed, leaning down to Scourge's window. She reached out, placing his hand on the inside of her shirt. "This is yours whether you win or lose. But if you win, you get her too." The girl in question bent forward provocatively, waving and blowing him a kiss.
In the next car, the Other racer was finishing up his game of Midnight Club. Unfortunately, he had lost the race.
In the first car, Shadow turned on his stereo before lifting the cushion to the passenger seat and turning a nozzle, releasing the flow of nitrous oxide.
"You're going to win," Sonic told himself. "I'm gonna win." With that he turned and opened up his NOS canisters.
"-In a public place," the woman said over the radio in Silver's car. "We had a reported homicide, one eighty-seven, at Barabian Liquors."As the guy got back into his car, Silver adjusted his scanner. "Log on twenty-two. Tension is high. They've blocked the streets," a woman said over the radio.
"I got a one eight seven in Glendale. Cops are all over it, man," Silver spoke into a two-way radio. "We're good to roll. I repeat, good to roll."
"All right," Espio responded, raising his hands as the four racers revved their engines.
"Let's race!" Silver shouted into the radio.
"Right." Espio threw his arms down. "Go!"
And they were off, the four cars shooting away from the crowd, zooming to the finish in a blur. "Damn that guy's fast," the Final racer said, quickly falling to last place.
Two spots ahead of him, Scrouge had dreams of winning the race and taking home his two lovely ladies. "Let's go! Menage a-!" He shifted, only to watch as Sonic used his first hit of nitrous and shot past him. "No! Fiona!"
Ahead of him, Sonic's car was experiencing technical difficulties. As he gained on the leader of the pack, Shadow pushed his NOS button and burst forward. Beside him, Sonic's laptop beeped its warning, but he ignored it, slamming it shut with a loud "Shut up" before hitting the second NOS button.
It quickly became apparent that he should have heeded the warning, because soon rings were flying around the cab of the car and the passenger side floorboard began to fall to the ground below. Immediately, the Eclipse spun out, the last two cars flying by him.
Sonic sat for a few seconds, breathing heavily as his heart slowly stopped hammering in his chest. When he was sure that he wasn't about to have a heart attack, he started the car back up and drove to the awaiting crowd.
"Here's what you want, right here," Espio said, holding up a handful of cash. "You were racin' a bunch of skateboarders, know what I mean?"
Shadow took the money, smiling towards his team. "My best friend holds the money. Count it," he told Blaze, before turning to Knuckles and Silver who were goofing around with each other. On the other side of the crowd, Scrouge was trying to catch up with his girlfriend, grabbing her by the arm. "Hey, hey Fiona! What's up, baby?"
She snaked her arm out of his grip, walking away. "What's your problem, hedgehog? You didn't win." Obviously that was his problem.
"Trouble in paradise, eh Scrouge?" Shadow asked him.
"Nah man."
Just then Sonic pulled up, Tails immediately ran up to the car. "Was that fun?" Tails asked checking the engine, waving away the smoke that rose from the insides.
"What are you smiling 'bout?" Shadow asked, leaning over Tails shoulder.
"Dude, I almost had you," Sonic said pointing and chuckling at Shadow.
"You almost had me? You never had me! You never had your car!" The crowd 'oh-ed,' as Shadow continued, "Granny shiftin', not double clutchin' like you should. You're lucky that hundred shot of NOS didn't fry the welds on the intake." He turned to a guy who stood next to him, "Almost had me?" The guy shrugged his shoulders and laughed. Tails closed the hood as Shadow spoke: "Now me and the mad scientist gotta rip apart the block and replace the piston rings you fried." Again the crowd 'oh-ed.' "Ask any racer, any real racer, and they'll tell you. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning."
Shadow held his arms out will the crowd cheered. Tails came up under his arms and raised his eyebrow at Sonic.
"Available units, we have reported street racing along Hawthorne," the woman on the radio said.
Silver frowned as he was running back to his car. "Oh shit." They were on to them. He leaned out his window, calling out to everyone. "We got cops, cops, cops! Go!"