Chapter 1

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Slide of your Life

Chapter 1

There was a huge cloud of smoke and the sound of tires squealing in pain. The crowd was screaming and cheering as the two contenders finessed their cars around each hairpin on the mountain with complete elegance. That was all you could hear before the sickening crunch of metal being unwillingly twisted out of shape. The little ’86 Toyota Corolla spun out of control after being accidentally nudged by the 240SX that had been chasing on that run. In a split second the Corolla was heading straight for the mountain face and another second later the entire front end was nothing more than a heap of mangled and twisted metal. The 240 quickly whipped itself back around and the driver got out and ran over to the heap that used to be a Corolla. The driver was unconscious, slumped over at the steering wheel, barely breathing. The 240 driver yanked at the damaged door until it finally gave and pulled the unconscious driver out. Merely a few seconds later, the fluids leaking from the car met the small flames growing from the engine and the Corolla was engulfed in flames.

Everyone rushed to the scene of the crash and sirens were approaching the scene fast. The sound of engines roaring and tires squealing returned as all of the onlookers rushed to their cars, making their hasty escapes. Most of them couldn’t afford to be picked up by the police again, so they hauled ass faster than anyone else. Everyone suddenly forgot about the unconscious driver, except one. The 240 driver dragged him as quickly and carefully as he could and strapped him into the passenger seat. He put the car in first and popped the clutch. The SR20DET engine revved quickly to redline and the blow-off valve whistled as he tore through the cars five gears, heading anywhere away from the chaos and the cops. The two eventually ended up going back to the 240 driver’s apartment, where the still unknown driver finally came to.

“Oh man, where am I? My head feels like I got hit by a semi.” He sat up, rubbing his still aching head.

“You’re at my place. There was an accident and the cops came. Your car was a write-off, er, more than a write-off, a flaming mess actually. I pulled you out and took you here to get you away from the cops.” The 240 driver responded, sitting in the chair opposite the couch.

“Damn, it was that bad? All I remember was losing control, then the mountain, and now I’m here on your couch. So I guess my car is ruined beyond repair. By the way, thanks for helping me out. I would have been dead if you didn’t pull me out.” He sighs and sits up further

“No problem, it was my fault anyway. I came too close on the inside and clipped your back end by accident. That put you into the wall. So, it was the least I could do to help you out.”

“I appreciate that man, I really do. So what do we do now? I’m sure the cops will be looking for me to sort out the whole flaming car mess.” He paused for a second as the sharp pain he felt earlier returned and tore its way through his head and down his spine. “Ugh! My head kills!” He slumped back onto the couch and quietly blacked out from the pain.

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