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Previously on Chasing You,
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
Chapter 26
Drago couldn't stop smiling as Annie mirrored his feature.
It has been quite a while since he and his girlfriend arrived at the starting line at the far corner of Odin's Battlefield and Hiccup hadn't shown up yet. But they were confident that he won't ever be showing up.
He had to say something about Odin's Battlefield. The place was wide and huge with nothing but flat with no obstacles. The only thing available there were sand, soils, small rocks and… wind. The place was perfect for his and Alice's vehicles.
Six days ago, he paid someone in Stubbornoxious with high prize to destroy a black 1969 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. The mission was a success when he heard the news of a burning vehicle the next day. Now, he was guaranteed that Hiccup couldn't race since he didn't get any car to race.
He knew that Hiccup will buy a car in order to race but Drago had checked the town and there was no car that could beat his or Annie's. Not even his family could help him now.
It was nearly time for the race to start as Drago and Alice leaned back against their vehicles and Hiccup was nowhere to be found. If he didn't show up, he will be disqualified and automatically Drago and Annie won the prize.
His peace suddenly got broken when he and Alice heard a roar, making their smiles dropped.
The roar was very loud; louder than the Stingray would give out.
Coming into view was a very fast approaching vehicle in the color of white as a cloud of dusts and sand. The loud roar seemed to be coming from the approaching vehicle. The white vehicle skit into a stop in front of them but the cloud blocked their view. When the cloud cleared out, Drago and Annie stared in shock.
The white 1969 Dodge Charger growled deeply as it shook in excitement, ready for the final race to start. The large engine that was sticking out from the hood was reflecting the sun into their eyes as green flames bursting from the exhausts.
When the driver stepped out, Drago and Alice stared with rage.
The smug grin on Hiccup face seemed to be getting wider as his Charger kept growling even more menacing than the Stingray when he saw the looks on the couple's faces. Inwardly, he evilly laughed at them, knowing that their plan on taking him out from the race was a failure.
"What's the matter, you two? Can't comprehend on why a runt is still in the race?" Hiccup questioned with the grin still plastered on his face. The couple scowled angrily at him but he didn't budge. Before Drago could open his mouth, the PDAs went on.
"Start your engine," Drago pursed his lips tightly together. He along with Annie entered their vehicles and started their engines.
The Hennessey Venom GT roared to life, followed closely by the Bugatti Veyron SuperSport. The two vehicles roared loudly but soon disappeared when the 1969 Dodge Charger roared loudly.
They took their position at the starting line, side by side. Hiccup chose to take the position between them, making the couple side glanced him angrily.
"The final race of The Run on the count of three," the PDA stated as the three vehicles roared continuously. Drago clenched his fists onto the steering wheel. The runt proofed to be a harder challenge than he ever thought. And he came up with a vehicle he had never seen before.
A 1969 Dodge Charger, white in color that reflected of the sun, side exhausts that constantly gave out green flame, large dragster back wheels for grip and a huge engine sticking out from the hood. The roar it giving out was mighty too.
He had heard of the story of the legendary racer White Charger. A 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona that was manufactured for high speed, customized into even higher speed than ever. White Charger came only during finals of the tournaments and the vehicle next to him nearly matched the description.
"One…"
Impossible. White Charger was just a ghost; a stupid rumor spread to fright the others. There's no old vehicle that can beat a modern vehicle by an hour.
"Two…"
But Hiccup did even with his previous Stingray. A 1969 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray had beaten a Dodge Viper GT-R 2000 by an hour. History said that White Charger beat every other racer by an hour minimum. Then, something came into Drago's mind.
Was the person who helped Hiccup built the 1969 Chevrolet Stingray… was the same person who drove the 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona?
"THREE!"
Drago slammed the throttle in an instinct. The Venom GT shot forward with the SuperSport beside him. He grinned, thinking that Hiccup was still too slow.
Truth to be told, Hiccup was mining gold in his nose as he doesn't even have his foot on the throttle. A vulture took its sweet time grooming itself as the Charger patiently growled. Though, that was not the reason why he stayed.
He was actually waiting.
Suddenly, as he watched the Hennessey Venom GT and the Bugatti Veyron SuperSport began to disappeared, he heard multiple roars approached him. He grinned.
They had arrived.
A white 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona came to the left of the 1969 Dodge Charger as a white 1970 Chevrolet El Camino SS to the right side. Other muscle cars started to align themselves on the starting line.
Now, Hiccup placed his foot onto the throttle. He made the first roar, soon followed closely by others; but unfortunately got drowned by the 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona.
They all kept roaring, patiently waiting for the deaf vulture to scram the hell out of there. Once the bird flew away everyone slammed the throttle as excitements ran through Hiccup's veins.
It was a spectacular view. Every muscle car there had a very strong acceleration that they all even manage to do wheelies. Each muscle car had different height of the front wheels from the ground, different wheelie duration, and different distant.
Hiccup watched in awed and impressed when he witnessed that everyone did wheelies as his Charger did an impressive five second wheelie. He laughed when the 1970 Chevrolet El Camino SS shot passed him as it was still wheelie for the next six seconds.
Hiccup laughed even harder when White Charger wheelie for a shocking eighteen seconds before it bounced back onto the ground a distant away.
Suddenly, the muscle cars were in a V-formation with Hiccup leading the group. They all had enough games; it was time to chase the Bewilderbeast and the Red Death.
Shifting into another gear, Hiccup sped up and the front wheels lifted from the ground for a brief second. The other followed closely without breaking the formation.
One thing that was good about this final stage was that it some sort of a drag race. They will be racing for 57 miles straight with no obstacles or anything; just pure straight line and full speed, which was great for Hiccup and White Charger along with his team.
Hiccup felt so honored. He currently now didn't just racing with White Charger but also with White Charger's team. It was much more than he wished for. Truthfully, Hiccup didn't said that he will win against the White Charger; that was impossible. He only said that he will just race with him, not against him.
Drago and Alice had a smug grin on their faces, thinking the same thing. Although Hiccup had a new car, it cannot catch up with them. They were very confident that they were going to win this race. Then, Drago noticed something on his rearview mirror.
It looked like a sandstorm was coming and it was approaching fast. Wait, since when there was a sandstorm in Odin's Battlefield? And how can this particular sandstorm be that fast? He had never seen any sandstorm that fast before.
Several minutes later he figured out that it wasn't a sandstorm when it was exactly beside him. He gapped as the Charger drove between him and Alice. A huge, mighty roar gained his attention and he looked to his left and paled.
The white 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona was there, driving beside him as the 1970 Chevrolet El Camino SS drove beside Annie. Suddenly, the two exotic cars got surrounded by a group of white muscle cars; and there was no way to escape.
Drago and Annie looked around, shocked that there were a lot of muscle cars that was very similar to White Charger. Suddenly, without warning the muscle cars sped off with Hiccup's Charger leading, leaving sandstorm behind them.
Drago and Annie were desperate to catch up but soon realized that they were already at their top speed. They had no hope to catch up now. The only two muscle cars were there was the White Charger and the '70 El Camino SS.
The couple looked confused, but suddenly panicked when the muscle cars tried to slam into them. They hit the brakes and spun out of control. Once their cars stopped spinning, they looked at the two muscles.
The White Charger and the El Camino SS were driving in reverse, before they did a 180 and drove off, managed to do a wheelie during the process, quickly catching up with the others.
Hiccup laughed in excitement as he felt the sheer speed and force on him as he drove with now full speed. The others started to fall behind because of their different high speed. Soon the only one left was Hiccup, White Charger and the El Camino SS.
Hiccup pressed the pedal to the max but the other two muscle cars mimicked his speed, playfully mocking him. Hiccup doesn't mind at all, actually. He knew that the two muscles could beat him anytime now.
And it looked like the time was now.
The 1970 Chevrolet El Camino SS was the first one to speed off very quickly, leaving Hiccup and White Charger. Hiccup looked at White Charger, knowing that he stared back. Hiccup mouthed 'thank you' to him.
White Charger amazingly did a wheelie and shot off, instantly disappeared because of the extreme speed, even the cloud of sand and dust left behind.
Hiccup shook his head and chuckled.
"Show off," he muttered as the finishing line for the prize of one hundred million dollars fast approaching.