Like I said before I'm going to finish this thing
It has been bothering me, lately
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Previously on Chasing You,
The whole 1969 Chevrolet Stingray was consumed by raging inferno with no inch of body parts could be seen. The flames crackled in evil laughter as the Stingray silently cried in agony.
Hiccup's Stingray was now, dead.
Chapter 25
He had lost all hope.
That had been running through his mind for the pass for the pass five days as he lay there in his bed. He stared blankly at the ceiling, repeating the sentence over and over again in his head.
He had lost all hope.
Hiccup was guaranteed that he cannot race without a car. His Stingray was now dead and unable to revive. The fire department came a little too late that day and when the fire was extinguished, the Stingray was no more than a huge pile of ashes.
He can't race anymore. He will be forever being slow. He was now cannot enjoy the thrilling speed he felt when driving at high speed. He had lost his creation. The Stingray he worked so hard to build was now nothing but ashes. He had nothing now.
He could barely even think of why someone would want to burn his precious Stingray. Surely if it was a prank it wouldn't be that extreme. But he had one idea who was the one responsible for this.
Drago Bludvist.
He already had his suspicion when Drago and Alice talked with the other racers earlier. They bribed the racers to take him down, permanently. They managed to take down Astrid and Toothless, but they can't stop Hiccup. He was sure that Drago and Alice didn't expect him to show up right beside them, so the only way to stop him was by destroying the Stingray at its weakest point.
When he picked the phone back up, he managed to tell RJ between sobs that the Stingray died in a raging fire. The phone went silent for a moment until a very angry growl was heard before it turned off angrily.
The next day, Astrid called him to check on him. She went speechless when she heard the news and was furious. Even Toothless mirrored her. They tried to come up with ideas that might make Hiccup wins the race.
Astrid tried to borrow her Nissan 370Z to Hiccup but the 370Z was wrecked. Also, it was too slow to beat the Bewilderbeast or the Red Death.
They tried to buy a new vehicle but they don't have to cash for it. Also, the vehicles there in Stubbornoxious were slow vehicles.
Few days later, his parents called him to check his progress in the tournament. At first, they were happy that Hiccup made it to the final but quickly changed into devastated when they heard the fate of the Stingray.
He lay back down onto his bed, preparing for bed since it was late at night. He had been sitting there for hours now and he needed sleep.
He couldn't race tomorrow and he had to wait for someone to pick him up since he had no ride home. He looked at the clock and it was already midnight. He closed his eyes and sighed.
He had lost all hope.
Something hit the front door of his room. Hiccup sat up, confused. Who want to throw stuff at his room in the middle of the night?
When he approached the front door as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, he noticed something on the floor near the door. Curious, he picked up the object.
It was a key.
But a key to what?
A room? A locker? A warehouse?
A car?
Hiccup shook his head, clearing his mind away. No one would just slip a key to a car under the door to him. Who would do that?
Before he could even turn to go back to sleep in his bed, he heard a roar. He froze in his step as his breath caught up his throat.
That roar…
That mighty, monstrous roar…
It can't be… It…
Without hesitation, Hiccup slam opened the door and stared down the parking lot, only to get his eyes wider than a dinner plate and he was forgetting to breath.
White…
That was the only color he could see from the parking lot.
Loud…
The sound was surely loud and monstrous.
Old…
That was the age of what he saw from the parking lot.
Muscles…
The type of vehicle Hiccup like and drove was the type he saw from the parking lot.
Many…
There was not one white muscle car, but a parking lot full of white, deafening loud, mighty muscle cars.
1970 Chevrolet El Camino SS…
1970 Dodge Challenger…
1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS…
1967 Pontiac GTO The Goat…
1970 Chevrolet Nova…
1970 Dodge Dart…
1969 Chevrolet Camaro…
1969 Dodge Coronet R/T…
1970 Dodge Demon…
All type of the 1900 era muscle cars was there, filling up the parking lot. You name it, they were there and they all were facing Hiccup and Hiccup alone.
All of them were white, all of them shone their green lights, all of them were shaken by the intense power given out by the huge engines coming out from their hoods, all of them had dragster back wheels with no wheelie bars, and all of them reminded Hiccup of one vehicle.
That was why his eyes were locked onto only one of the vehicles; the vehicle in front of the muscle car army; the vehicle with the tallest spoiler; the vehicle that was made for speed; a vehicle which roars that drowned everything that made a sound; the vehicle Hiccup had been waiting for seven years.
The one and only legendary White Charger roared, followed closely by the others.
Hiccup felt honored. Not just by meeting White Charger but also his team. Tonight could be the best time of his life.
Suddenly, the muscle cars began to move. They were circling like a slow hurricane and soon the circle got hollowed and bigger. In the middle of the empty circle revealed a car. Hiccup gasped at the revealing vehicle
It was a 1969 Dodge Charger.
The muscle cars roared yet again but only White Charger remained mysteriously silent. Hiccup looked at the key in his hand and his eyes getting bigger than before.
Could it be…?
Without even thinking, Hiccup descended the stairs and slowly made his way to the Charger. The muscle cars parted to give him a way. They roared as Hiccup passed by, encouraging him.
Hiccup noticed as he passed, that every muscle car at the parking lot was very similar like White Charger. They all had huge engines sticking out from the hoods, dragster wheels on the back, white in color, green headlights and green flames bursting out from the exhausts on the side of the vehicles.
Every muscle car on the parking lot had all of the above.
Hiccup chuckled as he kept walking the muscle car roars. When he was a kid long time ago, he believed that no other vehicles would be like White Charger, ever. But look at where he was standing now. He got surrounded by vehicles that pretty much similar like White Charger.
This was White Charger's team.
Hiccup finally arrived at the revealing Charger. If Hiccup had anything to say about the car, the 1969 Dodge Charger had White Charger's flair thrown into it.
The '69 Charger was everything like the White Charger minus the tall spoiler and the front bumper. Everything else was the same. Huge engine was there, dragster back wheels were present, side exhausts were there.
Looking at the key in his hand, Hiccup wasn't sure if it was the right key. He then suddenly heard a very loud roar coming from behind him that made his bones vibrated. He turned and saw White Charger.
White Charger roared alone, a very loud roar that put others to shame. The roar told Hiccup one thing: go on.
Without hesitation, Hiccup unlocked the door and slowly stepped in. He looked at the key once more before he inserted it into the ignition. When the Charger roared to live, Hiccup felt one thing.
There was hope.
Hiccup played with the throttle.
There was hope, and it was here.
The roar made his bones vibrated.
There was hope; it was here, slapping him across his face.
The vibration felt very familiar, yet so much better.
There was hope; it was here, slapping him across his face in the form of a roar.
Hiccup laughed uproariously. He pressed the throttle to the max, making his Charger roared loudly. It wasn't as loud or as strong as White Charger's but it wasn't that far.
The other muscle cars roared along with him, playing with their throttles making the car shaken with intense power. White Charger was quiet but not for long.
After everyone had enough play with their engines, it was White Charger's turn.
Slowly, the roar escalated higher and higher until to the point where the mighty, legendary and famous roar of White Charger was heard. The roar was so strong it echoed through the Witch Mountain.
After the roar died, the muscle cars started to scatter away but they weren't in such a rush. Soon enough, the only vehicle left was the 1969 Dodge Charger, 1970 El Camino SS and 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona.
Hiccup stared at the remaining two vehicles. Hiccup knew that the drivers were too looking back at him. Just by their gaze, they already exchanged words. So, calmly, White Charger and the El Camino SS drove away.
We'll be seeing you at the battlefield