Acceleracers: We Chosen Few

by Thief6

The best of the best, a position to strive for. 7 of the potentially greatest racers across the multiverse are picked by the Accelerons to compete against each other to become the greatest driver ever. But when a title like that is on the line, and with more Accelechargers than ever in play, how long will such skilled drivers last? What would they be willing to do for power? (OCs)

13. Chapter 13: Origins 9

Origins: A Jester, A Trickster, A Bastard

"You bastard! You have a homemade card swapper!" A man yelled.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN! This is like my favorite underground casino to gamble my money at! I would never do that to you guys!" A man in a leather jacket with a tropical shirt and tan khakis exclaimed, his green eyes covered by non reflective shades, while putting up his hands defensively.

"Check his wrists." Another man suggested.

"Nah, you don't need to do that. That'd just be silly!" The con-man spoke, growing more nervous with every passing second. He began to back up as the men approached him, before ripping a silver device off his wrist and throwing it at them and running away.

"I got my money fuck you guys!" He shouted back. Seeing the bouncer at the door, he ripped off his coat and threw it at the man before kicking him in the balls as hard as he could.

"Fuck you and any future children!" The blonde boy said as the bouncer fell to the ground, before the con-man darted to the garage. Getting into his lime green sports car, he quickly started the engine, speeding away from the angry gang sprinting towards him. Reaching the surface and landing on the road after a moment of being airborne, he sped down the vacant street and, coincidentally, right past a police station, which did not go unnoticed.

"We've got a lime green sports car speeding down Jetson Blvd, all officers in the area engage." Turning on the sirens and lights, 6 cop cars converged behind the con-man. Looking behind him and seeing the lights and hearing the sirens behind him, he put his foot down, but was still losing ground.

"Fuck, I gotta use that nitro bullshit. Wish I coulda turned it into drugs." He lamented as he reached a wide area with another car and a strange portal. As he pressed the red button on his console, his car began to glow light blue, and he aimed himself towards the portal as he shot forward, leaving flames behind him.

"Outta the way shit bag, this is Ronnie's ticket out!" He yelled as he bashed into the black car to his left, spinning it out. As he advanced toward the portal, the sound of sirens grew fainter, and upon contact with the alien portal, he disappeared in a flash of light. Since nobody else was moving fast enough, the portal closed, leaving a spun out gamer, and a set of very confused cops.

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Aidan's Music Playlist:

This chapter's music is: Payback Roulette from Payday 2. Enjoy!

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You've been tricked! The last chapter was fake! HAHAHAHA! Thanks to my friend who represents Ronnie for helping me out with writing the character, and expect to see more of his antics. The Gamer was a fake character and he won't return so suck it up. Anyways, have a good day, and I'll see you in the next chapter!

Next Chapter: Origins: The Assembly