Verona's Trinity - Comic {Script}

•VENGEANCE - PART 1•

Tensions between Spades and Blood Magnolia had started to die down after a while, until the rivalry of two members from each side ruined everything.

Dallas Houston, the head assassin of Blood Magnolia, and Adam Wingford, owner of spades. They've always hated eachother, but the cause wasn't something that would resolve easily.

Dallas stepped into the old garage of his childhood home to unveil the weapon he'd use against Adam's entire business. An unusual one, a 1969 Dodge Charger. The car that was promised to him by his dad before he passed away. It was beat up, had a cracked window, a missing headlight, but it was the only thing he had for something he waited years for. Revenge. He tore the vines away from the old beaten up Charger and lifted the hood. His heart dropped a bit, this thing is a nightmare! ...But it's all I have. Despite the horrible condition of the car, he picked up his tool box, turned on the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling by a string, and got to work on it.

He murmured to himself while he was working, in an angry tone. He couldn't stop thinking about who he's working against, finally. He was overwhelmed with both excitement and vengeance.

"That son of a bitch is the reason I had to work a life of crime at 15 years old.

He's the reason I lost everything. My family. My home. My quality of life.

He took everything that mattered to me. And now I'm gonna take everything from him."

He worked on the hopeless car for a few hours, then tuckered himself out after the engine caught fire, curled up in the corner of the garage, and took a nap. But woke up to an interesting encounter. It was about 5 in the morning, and headlights shined through the half opened garage door. Circular headlights, like those on a Porsche 9/11. Only one person in town drives that kind of car, Mason Bervland. One of his closest friends. He stepped out of his car, wearing his usual turquoise cropped turtle neck, and yelled for Dallas. "Are you asleep in there??"

Dallas stood up and walked towards the garage door, grouchily slid it up and looked at him like he hadn't slept in a week.

"I need coffee."

"Come on Dallas!! I have something for you, you'll love it! And it's just what you need for that rusty old thing!"

"It's 5 AM."

Mason grabbed Dallas's arm and pulled him around to the trunk of the car, and opened it up to reveal something that widened Dallas's half-asleep eyes. An engine. From Lamborghini? It looks brand new! He stood up straight and rubbed his eyes, then rubbed the side of it in awe. It IS exactly what he needs. The engine in the car was smoking all night. With this, he could easily get first place in Spade's Century race. Mason was the only reason he even got in in the first place. Not just anyone can join that race, you have to have connections to people who run the operation. Or voted onto the race by audience. Both of which, are tricky. Why would Mason go through all this trouble? Does he have a grudge against someone too? Dallas turned towards Mason and slapped his back. "That thing looks sharp, where'd you get it?"

"Ow- oh, yeah! I-"

Mason paused for a moment and gave Dallas a worried look. He knew where the engine came from, but he didn't wanna tell him. Or anyone. He was overcome by guilt. ... Sort of.

The night before...

Mason stepped out of his vehicle, and turned towards the city building garage door. He looked around for security cameras, found none, then walked towards the entrance. The walls around it were covered in old caution tape and hot pink graphitti letters that spelled out the name of his brother, the top racer in the entire city: Edvin Bervland.

He opened the garage door up with a crowbar and forced his way in, then turned towards the engine on the ground covered in a pink cloth his brother hid it with. He lifted it up and gazed at the engine. It looked brand new, enhanced with technology that could win easily against his current Lamborghini. He got the engine into his trunk before anyone could spot him and drove off.

Mason looked back at Dallas with a sturn look on his face. "... Let's just focus on the race."

To be continued...