Demolition Lovers

Chapter 1

Jake gripped the wheel tightly, the car drifting around and turning fast. he clenched his teeth, grunting as his body was thrust forward, someone making impact with his car from behind. He breathed heavily into his helmet, pushing his foot down on the accelerator and his car jerked hard, before moving, tires kicking mud out from underneath them and he heard shrieks from the audience. His foot slipped from the pedal and he felt his car jerk, getting t-boned hard.

He looked over, and it was a plum purple truck, mud covered it in a pale brown layer, and CHAOS was spray painted on the side in blue and purple graffiti letters. There was pipes coming out of the hood in rows, looking like spikes. The truck was coming towards him full force again, after winding up. He whipped his wheel, his car turning slowly in the mud as he pushed the accelerator to the ground. He was stuck, and he put his car in reverse, trying the pedal as the truck started getting closer fast.

"Was this guy an idiot?? What's he doing?" Jake thought, panic in his chest as he tried to prepare himself. "Head on collisions are against the rules!" His grip tightened on the wheel as the truck hit him, hood to hood. He felt and heard his car crunch up against the cement barrier, his body jerking hard, the seatbelt holding him in place, the scream of the crowd and the "ooohhh..." loud even with the car engines around him puffing and popping. There was a cloud of smoke that engulfed his car in seconds, and he coughed, his helmet heavy and hard to get a breath in, his back aching and his head pounding. He could hear the blood pumping through his ears. He waited for the blow horn from the ref, but as the seconds ticked on and the car engines continued to growl, mud continuing to splatter, he bleakly picked up his head, his gloved hand coming up to wipe his visor. He looked, and there was no flags being waved, no blow horns, cars continuing to ram into eachother and spray chunks of mud.

The plum truck was charging at him again, and his heart dropped, quickly he reached out his window and grabbed his stick, snapping it off and throwing it to his passenger seat. The helmet of the driver had a matching CHAOS on the front, and his visor gleamed menacingly as he quickly steered his wheel to the side last second, the truck side scraping him and he grunted.

"Hey!" Jake heard himself shout, the metal of his car scraping and making a loud screeech as the truck continued, driving away from his totaled car.

Jake hopelessly looked to the ref. The truck had broken the rules twice now, by head on colliding with him and by continuing to hit him after his stick was broke. He flicked up his visor, continuing to gasp in breath as his bones ached. The ref was looking in the complete opposite direction, not paying him any mind. He let his head fall back, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself. The echo of the crowd, car engines, squeaking and scratching was all he could hear. The smell of rubber hard in his nose everytime he took a breath in. His eyes closed, he perked up as there was tapping on his hood. A ref stood above his car in a bright neon yellow shirt, tapping his orange flag on the top of his car.

"Hey, dude, number 88 completely broke all the rules!" He shouted at the ref, throwing his hands into his air. The ref's soundproof headphones were down around his neck and he shrugged.

"Number 88 hasn't broken any rules." He shouted over the roar of the cars, his hand cupping his mouth to make himself louder.

Jake gaped, "You obviously weren't watching for shit! Head on collision and he side scraped me after i broke my stick! I'm out! He can't hit me!" He shouted, his face hot as he held his hand out in the direction of the other cars.

The ref merely shrugged again, a stupid look on his face as his green hair blew in front of his face. Jake pushed open the door hard, and it scraped and screamed loudly in protest as it was crumpled. Jake took the ref's hand held out and the ref helped him up onto the barrier and out of the car.