𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Killer

ELI

The red Porsche cuts through my way nastily making me slow down to avoid hitting it. My fingers tap on the steering wheel to calm my demons from attacking.

Not now buddies. We will let him have his fun before putting him in place.

After avoiding the racing track for few weeks, I am back to remind everyone who owns this track. Two more cars go ahead of me, racing each other to the finishing line. The crowd chant seems to be lowering with each vehicle that speeds through me. The atmosphere turns gloomy as I'm left behind as second from last.

Few seconds pass before the crowd switch sides as their sole focus now resides on the red Porsche guy. The one who gave me the middle finger before losing the race to me the other night.

I don't let my car speed touch anymore than 150 miles per hour. Just when I see the car behind trying to cut past me, my legs hit the accelerator speeding through the tracks. I follow the car ahead of me and make no progress to slow myself down as we approach the turn. The crowd seems to hold their breath as I pick up the gap between the car and apex.

In blink of an eye I have passed the bend leaving two more cars behind me. The crowd goes wild with cheering and familiar feeling of adrenaline fills my veins. Few more cars had to endure losing to me as I move ahead of them leaving Porsche and me fighting for the winner spot. Whistling my favorite song, I race side by side with the soon-to-be-loser. 

His eyes meet mine, a calculative gaze overtaking his vision. I'm well aware of the reason behind that look, we still have one more turn left to reach the line. He is calculating his best option to take the turn before me. It's not the line, but the turn that will make us the winner. I avert my gaze from his, my focus fixed on the bend.

Pressing down the accelerator I flee past him, he follows me closely hoping to overtake me just before the turn. I let him have his happy moment before hitting the speed limit. The crowd goes absolute nuts as I try to not let my focus waver from the car that seems to compete with me. Just like I expected he too hits his speed limit and we were so close to the bend.

The moment I see him enter in my peripheral vision I take my feet away from accelerator falling behind purposely. My little stunt has provided me the exact momentum and the position I need to speed past him. I didn't miss finding the gap putting the fucker behind me. 

Thirty seconds later I was crossing the finishing line with hundreds of people cheering for me. I keep my head on the steering wheel soaking in the adrenaline. After taking couple of minutes to savor my victory, I come out of the car without taking my helmet away.

The crowd who goes absolute nuts at the mere presence of me when they have never actually saw me for once. I go by the name "King" which could pass as epithet and always wore helmet. I never use my McLaren for anything other than racing. I acquaint myself with my favorite Ferrari for everything else, to help keeping my identity as a secret here.

Show-off is Lan's motto not mine. Shadows are my territory.

I notice myself slipping through the gaps to reach the garages. Once inside I gather my belongings and walk straight for the back door.

"You can win the battle King, but the war will be mine"

I turn around to see "Killer" still in his helmet, standing before me. His posture is so stiff, I can practically see the anger rolling off him.