The deep hours of the night are supposed to be the calmest hours of the night. Especially on those nights that it seems the entire world collectively has work that next morning. Reasonably it should be easy to respect this. Truthfully it should be easy to just close your eyes and let the daily rush-- the adrenaline from a near death experience or a fun filled day just die down. Instead of letting this burning feeling take over... it's better to sleep right--?
Not waist it in one go... Not in the eyes of those who use the deep hours of the night for their personal entertainment--
For those who really could give two shits, and for those who need a proper way to release the tensions. A way to release the overgrowing excitement from the day. A place to release the adrenaline.... pumping through their bones. Someplace to sort out an argument or the days frustrations.... their is only one obvious release.
The art of the race.
Street Racing--
Around her the sound of burning engines took over the once still night. The sound of the crowd was barley audible. This feeling of never ending power-- adrenaline, taking her over immediately. An addicting flavor of excitement that could just make her explode--
She locked her gaze dead straight ahead where the flag girl was standing holding the checkered flags tightly in her grip. Her mouth was moving, some damn rules coming out. The same rules she's grown familiar too. Truthfully the only ones she listened to now a days.... they where engraved into her brain.... this was just a waist of time--
A never-ending, sometimes nerve wrecking countdown began-- this was audible to any newbie... anyone who was terrified behind the wheel. Those people who thought they where ready for this who truthfully should have stayed in bed or possibly just behind the railing...
"A waste of my time...." she found herself saying, looking at the familiar faces next to her... a fun challenge, but also a familiarly easy win. Now of course she didn't always win but damn-- did she hate losing... so you can imagine her entire life goes into that first place position....
She focused on the girls mouth-- watching it move to every syllable.... she focused on the flags-- watching the grip tighten. She would tighten her own grip on the wheel a large smirk spreading across her face as she changed her gaze to the road-- The flags swung down-- and off she went.... The others chasing behind her immediately.
She had already taken the lead.
To her right was this racer she knew prior to the late hour races. Cassia Shirogane, also known as Xelarate. She was basically her unbiological sister, off road. She is the one who help sparked her competative side to a almost unhealthy level. She is the one who got her behind the wheel early, biggest mistake to be fair. Because here they where. Side by side.... speeding down the 3am streets. Making the sharpest turns to just barely jump the other. Looking over she saw the pissed expression of Cassia as she had to quickly stop to avoid any serious incidents. She could hear the angry shouts, "YOU DIRTY BITCH-!" coming from the annoyed racer. She only could smirk in response to her.
In her mirror she could see the other racers passing Cassia— Chase, Also known as Momento... was now in second, right behind her was Lizzy— also known as Havoc.. due to her risky and very interesting style of driving... that was mostly destructive. Cassia was now stuck in sixth—
A few more turns
A few more minutes—
And then over their radio a very new voice was heard, "Hey racers— fuck the race.... We got donuts after us—"
Donuts = cops
"Shit...." She quickly noticed the flashing lights and the others dispersing.... Speeding up, having no turns to escape with.
"Damn can't a girl have any fun—" she said looking for the best escape— nothing painfully obvious to her... so she kept going. Her phone starting to ring, it was Cassia— she would answer.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!" Cassia shouted having already gather at the garage with the rest of their group.
"Oh you know— running.... Driving—" she could say.
"DAMN IT! Get your damn ass over here or I'll telling Dad—" Cassia said.
"IM TRYING!!" She took a sharp turn hearing a cop car crash into a wall— "..HOLY SHIT—"
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Cassia said terrified of the sound.
"— UMM— nothing— Hey umm I'll call you back I'm gonna drive in an ally for a minute—" she said hanging up the call....
"DAMN IT—!" Cassia would shout before getting hung up on.
She would find herself now in the crowded streets of the downtown area that she was looking for. However instead of just using the over populated roads, for that was way to risky— she would take another sharp turn straight into a alleyway. When inside the ally, she would drive over the dump, fucked up road. Only about three of the original five cop cars would be behind her now. Looking for her easy escape, She noticed a overflowing dumpster, that she would knock over. The fallen dumpster would end up blocking the cop cars and cause some of them to crash... into each others bumpers. A lovely smirk spread across her face before speeding off to the garage to meet the others.
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((Hehe gonna have to wait to find out who "she" is but Ik most people know already— but meh— still not gonna give a name. Oh, and I still have a few more people to introduce— so let's see how long it takes me to actually do that))
