Red And Blue

Assassination Attempt

It had been weeks since Blaze announced his relationship to his friends. Apparently, his so-called friends had spread it out all over Axle City and all over the internet, and needless to say, the reactions of everyone were... interesting, to say the least.

Almost all were totally against the relationship. Plenty swore at the news, yelling and insulting Crusher, accusing him of brainwashing Blaze or blackmailing him or lying to him or replacing their favorite local hero with a clone. This happened both online and whenever he drove through the streets.

Luckily, there were those who accepted them as them other than Zeg, Pickle and his family, and Darington. Gasquatch accepted them. And from Velocity Ville, Blaze's friend Speedrick and all their race car friends accepted them.

Stripes, Starla, Watts, Gabby and AJ seemed to be the leaders of the campaign who hated their relationship. AJ had moved out of Blaze's apartment and had moved in with Stripes, who he was driving now.

Nonetheless, the couple didn't let the negativity hold them back, and they got closer and closer with every passing day. They even planned for one of them to move in with the other.

They just didn't expect the day to come so soon...

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There was no race that day, so Crusher stayed at home to clean the place. Pickle was out with Darington, so he had to clean their shared apartment all by himself.

Just as he had started sweeping, he felt like something was watching him from afar. He looked over at the open window and narrowed his eyes. When he couldn't find anyone, he shrugged and turned back to his chores.

It was probably nothing.

Right?

After a while, he still felt eyes on him as he began to mop. He soon heard a click, causing him to stiffen to turn back to the window, heart pounding inside his chest.

"Wh-What was that...?"

He slowly backed away from the window, holding his breath as he turned to try to ignore it once more. Just as he was about to drive off...

BANG!

"GAH!" he screamed as a bullet near-missed him, hitting the wall just beside him.

His heart began to beat faster as he zoomed off to escape. Just as he was heading for the door, another BANG came, and a bullet shot the door. This caused him to skid to a stop before driving off another way. He managed to get behind the counter as a thud came into the apartment.

"Oh no," he glanced up to find a hooded and masked truck inside his living room, shot gun out and ready to shoot. "Oh no, no, no..."

He shakily took out his phone and began to contact his boyfriend. After a few ringing, the screen flashed open.

"Crush?" Blaze's face showed concern as he saw the panic in his lover's face. "Crush, what's wrong?"

"S-Someone's in my house... with a shot gun..." Crusher stammered, glancing back at the intruder fearfully. "I... I don't know what he wants with me, b-but... but I'm scared, B, help,"

BANG!

"Woah!" Blaze gasped as the dark blue truck jumped and zoomed off. "Are you being shot at right now?!"

"Yes! Help, please!" Crusher begged before yelping as his phone was shot. "Oh no..."

"Come out, come out, Crusher." the intruder spoke in a dark voice as he proceeded to shoot the ceiling. "Show me your face, you coward."