Transformers Prime: The Second Chance

Speed Metal

I do not own Transformers Prime or any of the characters associated with the property, I only claim ownership of my character which I have made myself.

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On a lone road in the middle of the mountains, multiple cars gathered in a line. They all had a passion for one thing, street racing. They were professionals, the best of the best. All of the right gear, all the right cars, everything. 

The top racer was on the far left side, giving him the perfect advantage when it came to positioning himself for corners. His radio gave him the news as he waited for the race to start, and he chuckled at the topics being covered on the channel. 

"As metropolitan P.D continues investigation of illegal street racing, real danger remains for both, drivers and pedestrians." 

Danger. There was no danger. Not when you were this skilled at the art, it all came done to pedestrians being in the way. And if they were...   Tough!

As the female announcer got in front of the vehicles, one red sports car pulled up next to the top racer. The car was silent, and more impressive looking than the others, which made the top racer even more upset when the silent driver pulled up to him in challenge. 

"Not from here?", asked the top racer, hoping to get a response from the mysterious driver, but no response came. That upset him more, "European design? Sure is pretty. Too pretty.", declared the top racer, as he pulled out a knife and cut across the door of the sports car. The mark left behind was obvious, and embarrassing. 

Little did the driver know, that the car didn't like that, "Big mistake." 

The lady began to count down, the racers revving their engines. 

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

"Go!"

Every car's tires peeled against the tarmac as they sped off, as a grid was quickly formed from fastest driver to slowest. The top racer chuckled as he easily sped off, leaving all of the other racers behind. 

As he looked back, however, he smile disappeared. 

The red sports car was right on his tail, and started smashing against it, causing the racer to panic. He panicked even more when the racer slammed Hume to the left, and sent him crashing through a metal barrier, and down a small hill. The car quickly lost control, and flipped and tumbled down the hill, until it crashed against a tree. 

"Dude.", the driver muttered, before falling unconscious from the sudden thrashing he had gotten. 

On top of the cliff, Knockout watched before driving off into the distance, "You scratch my paint, I scratch yours." 

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Jack drive around Jasper on Arcee, having just left school and going back to his house to pick some stuff up before heading to base. But as it would turn out, the day had other plans for the teenager. 

A black muscle car with flames going across pulled up next to the teenager at a crossing. It was Vince, the school bully. He was infamous for his attitude, and his car. 

"Hey, cherry moped.", insulted the ginger teenager. 

Vince was the same height as Jack, but more muscular. He had ginger hair and freckles across his face. He wore a white t-shirt with a dark green jacket, and blue jeans and brown boots. He just looked like trouble, especially whilst in his car.