—Fiona's POV-
The wind was unnaturally strong that day. How weird. Never in all my days of practicing for this one moment did the weather act up like this.
I stood out from everyone else due to my motorcycle, but being honest, the attention was nice. By 9 AM, everyone had gathered. I went up next to the track, rolling my precious vehicle out onto the track.
"Damn, I see I got no competition." I said with a chuckle.
A girl with blonde hair glared at me while Mr. Campell just rolled his eyes. But I wasn't done. I rolled a little closer to him and whispered carefully into his ear-
"Catch me rider."
Unfortunately, Norton didn't break. He did seem to fluster for a bit, but only for a brief second. After this, the announcer got up onto her podium with a microphone.
"RACERS! ON YOUR MARKS!"
Grip the bars, Fiona..
"GET SET!"
Stop panicking...
"GO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And we were off.
The first part of the map was to get up to Garden Hills. Tch, easy as cake. I continued to ride while me and the others occasionally shouted at each other, which never worked since nobody wanted to be distracted. Then I felt a heavy attachment to my motorcycle. I tried to question if I had run into someone or someone was too close behind me but little did I know I had no time to think. Seconds later, I went up into the air, my body tumbling onto the ground like a worn rag doll. My ribcage already hurt and I could tell I broke a few bones.
"GILMAN WATCH OUT!!!"
I looked up for one last second, as headlights and metal greeted my face.
-Norton POV-
"GILMAN! WATCH OUT!"
I hope she lived long enough to even hear those words. As I shouted an unmarked car ran right over her, splattering her body everywhere in little pieces. Nobody had time to stop and scream, we just kept driving on in horror of the bloody accident we had just seen.
"What the fuck just happened?!"
(a/n)
hi lol uhm this was written during a class so I might add more to this chapter later but I hope y'all like this so far!
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"Catch Me Rider." - A COA4 Fanfiction.
ActionIt's the early 1900's. The wind rushes through your hair as you sit in your new racecar, new and refurbished at the Boar and Bear Auto shop. Little did you know...it would be everyone's last race.
