Die to Fight !

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Earlier that day...

tomorrow is the big day. My father is going to win for the fourth time the F1 championship of the world.

I can't wait to be there and watch the championship again...

I always want to follow in his footsteps and become great like him. Everyone respects him and no one puts himself in his way....

the world .

The bad people want you to always be underground...

forever....

When you touch the black world....no more going back ....

They have fun torturing you from behind so that you fail. Making you weak is their first goal.when you show your weak points, they get stronger and stronger....

They are psychopaths and it's like this is their medicine to make them feel good and alive...

For now, let's focus on the beginning of the story.

I close my eyes and dive into the deep and long black sleep...

Today is the day , i jump out of bed and turn off my alarm clock on my way...

I take my jacket and swallow the stairs violently.

I run with all my strength to reach my destination: the garage.

I see him, preparing his race, his equipment and the big monster:

the power of the big engine, you know what I mean ....

I surprised him from behind by sticking him to his back.

I hug him tightly and shout at him:

-ready , captain

-hey hi, race ....happy birthday to my race ....how does it feel to be 22 years old?!

-Nothing is going to change, maybe I'll be a little free.

My dad throws me a towel full of greasy motor oil.

-I made your favorite dessert.

-Thank you for the pancakes . You're the best father, you know that?

I kissed his cheek and stuffed the pancake in my mouth like an 8 year old.

I love pancakes with maple syrup, don't you?

I eat and mumble something like that:

-How do you know me so well?

-You are my daughter. This is my work.

- Your job? I don't think Valkyrie would agree.

-Shh, it's our secret. Ready to see the big show tonight?

-Just like last year. And I'm not going to miss a thing.

I jump into his arms and he hugs me tight .... really tight!

-Don't think I'm going easy on you just because it's your birthday.

-I know, you mean don't expect to escape because the cars are waiting for me!

Dad laughs, then reaches into his pocket. He slips in a little box tied with a ribbon.