Thanks for the comment Lariel.
Could you tell me what's really confusing you? Maybe I can clear it up.
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I've just wrote this, so sorry if this isn't done well. I'll probably edit this when I have time. [Which is what I lack.] It isn't very important so thats why little effort has gone through it.. but this scene is a beginning of a change to the story...
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Mount. Typhoon's special touge route was the highlight for tonight, however there was no crowd. This was a hidden
match away from the local and public. The touge route contained a lot of complex hairpins in the first sector. This
route has both uphill and downhill to make things a lot interesting. The brightness of the moon made it easy on the eyes
at the top of the mountain. The lookout at the top gave a magnificent view of the whole surrounding of the mountain.
Two cars were stationed at the top, they were unfamiliar cars in Mount. Typhoon. The cars were parked along side each other with their owners standing against the front right and left guard of the cars. One the left rear window of both cars, laid a stylish decal of a skull and the words; 'Reign of Terror'.
One of the cars was a silver metallic Volkswagen Bora V6 4motion, powered by a 2.8L V6 engine. The engine is mildly tuned to produce three hundred and eleven horsepower on all four wheels. Beside the car, to the right of it was a tall man in his early twenties. He had medium length hair, split in a 2:3 ratio. His fringe fell down the side of his oval face. The man wore a black shirt with brown cargo shorts and black sneakers.
On the opposite of the Volkswagen owner, stood the owner of a brilliant red Audi S4. He was also a tall man in his twenties but he was a lot bulkier and toned. His hair was longer, that fell down to his shoulders. His face was pointy, heart shaped. His eyes were a stone grey that stared coldly at the night's sky. He was wearing a dark blue shirt , the collar popped along with a pair of blue jeans and black casual shoes.
"Tch, Haze, the air here smells disgusting," said the owner of the Volkswagen as he addressed his team mate. "When is this 'Apocalypse Alliance' loser going to show up? I'm sick and tired of waiting!"
Haze, who drives the S4, smiled. 'Be patient, Rogue. When it comes, you'll destroy it anyways. Stop being
impatient."
"Fuck, I don't know why I was given this shit whole of a task. Why the fuck, should I be a scout."
"Bosses orders. Listen to them or fuck off," said Haze sternly. "Your choice."
Rogue swore again, looking away.
Lights flashed in the distance that reflected off the inner walls of the mountain and on the guardrails. As it draws near, loud screeches could be heard from the tires of the oncoming car.
Rogue's face lit up as he smiled hungrily. He could feel his spine tingle from the screeching of tires.
"Here it comes," he said excitedly. "About time too!"
Bursting up the mountain, was a white Nissan 180sx firing it's way to the summit of the mountain. The headlights shined brightly and the rear tires ripped up the road. Haze looked on, gazing at the car.
An 180sx, typical street racers. They'll use the most overused vehicles ever just because they're easy to race with.
"What is that!? That's a shitbox!' cried Rogue, angrily as he hopes of racing a fast car was gone. "A bloody Nissan!"
Apocalypse Alliance's Nissan 180sx Type X parked onto the side of the road near the entrance of the lookout. The doors swung open, Lee and Madison both got out. Haze, who had caught a glimpse of Madison was blown away by her beauty.
Rogue had walked up to the Nissan and his eyes fell upon Lee, who was smiling a little. Rogue glared at Lee, disappointed.
"This car is yours, right?' said Rogue tensely. Absolute piece of shit! My
Bora is superior compared to this lump of junk.
"Yeah, why?" answered Lee, casually.
"Oh, just wanted to say it's a piece of shit."
Lee laughed lightly; "Is that your car over there?" he pointed at the Bora. "I'm guessing it is,
huh?"
Huh, how did he...? "How'd you know?!"
"I can just tell. You look just as ugly as your car. Plus, the S4 doesn't suit you at all." Thank you, Yuna!
Haze cracked up. Rogue's face darkened and said menacingly; "Well, we'll just see what you and your
shitbox can do up against my Bora."
"Alright," shrugged Lee. "Whatever."
Lee walked over to his girlfriend and wrapped his right arm around her. "Sweetie, want to sit beside me in this race?"
"No," Madison shook her head. "It's better if you go alone. You'll need to concentrate, for
this."
"Ok. Will you be fine here alone?"
Madison smiled. "Sure I will. Good luck, hunnie."
Madison lightly kissed Lee on the lips. Lee smiled and hugged her.
"Thanks sweetie. If you need me, just call and I'll try and get back as soon as I can."
"Ok! Do your best!"
"I will."
Rogue sighed. "Can we hurry this shit up!? I want to get this over and done with!"
"You are seriously, impatient," said Lee, rolling his eyes and walked over to his vehicle. "Let's
start..."
Haze laughed again. "At least someone agrees with me, that you're impatient, Rogue."
"Shut up man!"
"What's the rules?" asked Lee as he got into the car. Yuna was right
about this, Reign of Terror is seriously thinking about bringing the Alliance down. I can just tell!
"First one down to the bottom, got that asshole?"
Rogue had received a piercing glare from Lee, which froze him. What the!?
"I get it," said Lee, in a serious tone. "Hurry up."
Soon the 180sx was fired up and rolled onto the road. It took Rogue a couple of minutes to move again from Lee's intimidating midnight blue eyes. His eyes... are scary...
Rogue got into his Bora and switched on the ignition before joining Lee on the road. Haze stood in between them, his hands raised and fingers stretched as high as they can.
"Countdown," he yelled out. "Begin!"
The engines growled and the backfire of the exhaust ripped through the heated air from both cars.
"Five...Four... Three... Two... One...GO!"
[To Be Continued...]
