Stitches | Twisted Wonderland

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I call this a Street Racing AU
Gods help me cuz I know little to nothing about street racing
Also, the image up top is a pic of the motorcycle. You can change it to look how you want I choose it because it looks sick as fuck.

Anyways, This is a really long one. Like realllllllllly long. Like 11 and a half pages worth of words. 3993 fucking words.

PS: A bit of a sneak peak of a feature character

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Revelation 6:8 states: "I looked and a pale-colored horse appeared. Its rider's name was Death, and Hades came close behind him..."

However, when my gaze sets upon the being before me, I can help but think it was wrong. Before me, in the night, a machine roared louder than 10000 lions. Its rider's presence was something more freighting than Death itself yet somehow mesmerizing. Yet let that factor not distract from the veiled truth.
For wherever they went...
hell was bound to follow."

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The streets of the city were relatively empty with the occasional truck driving through the streets. The streets were illuminated with the artificial lights of tall buildings that towered high above. The air was cool and the clouds were none. A night like this was perfect for street racing. For some at least. 

Somewhere in the ghost town of a city, people from all over the twisted wonderland, all took their chance and bet on who would win what race. Soon someone on a motorbike drove to the gates. The guards there looked at each other confused and walked up to the driver. They couldn't make out who was on the bike seeing as their helmet's visor was down and darken and their outfit didn't do a good job of revealing a silhouette. 

The person on the bike turned to the guards and held out a black card with golden stitch-like designs. The guard took the card and looked at it. When he did, his eyes nearly widened out of their sockets. He handed the card back to them and was quick to open the gate. The person on the bike nodded in thanks and drove in. 

Inside there were cars lined up as far as the eye could see. On some of them were people looking prideful of their cars as others looked on in envy. The figure looked around until their eyes landed on a booth on the far right. They walked their bike over; occasionally catching people's attention for a second. Once they had made it to the table, they tapped on the glass making the male inside look up with a groan. The brown haired male's brown eyes looked the person up and down and asked what they needed in an annoyed tone. 

They stared at him and pointed to the flier on the glass. In big bold words, it said NEW SEASON OF RACING! ALL NEW RACERS ARE ACCEPTED! The boy sighed and put down his phone. "Where's your car?" He received a head tilt from the unspoken person. The brunette sighed loudly, "It that your vehicle for racing?" this time the figure nodded. "Where's your money for entry?" The figure froze before pulling out the black and gold card from before; the light blue soul shape glinted in the light. The male froze and handed the person a clipboard. "H-here. Put your name or race name and wait for your name to be called. In the meantime, you can do whatever the hell you want just don't mess with anyone's car." 

The figure nodded as they filled out the document that basically said that they were not responsible for any damages done to your car or harm to you, or any of the money your dumbass lost for betting and shit like that. As for their racing name, they decided that the name Eclipse would be good. The jingle of keys caught their attention from the clipboard. The male had held up a pair of keys; one silver key and one pure black key with a [f/c] flower both sitting on a golden string. "He said to give these to you when you got here. He said you'll know what to do with them," he said in a tired tone. The mysterious person took the keys and placed them around their neck.