Race To The Finish || z.m.

01

A woman with tan skin, wearing faded denim short shorts and a black lace bralette with a black leather jacket on top, walked towards the two cars that were parked right behind a white line that was painted on the dry, scorching asphalt. She held a large checkered flag, which waved in a flicking motion from the winds that passed through the humid air. She stopped in between the cars, a few feet ahead the marked line.

The cars' engines rumbled as their drivers anxiously waited to receive their signal to release the brake pedal. A large crowd was formed around the scene, with enthusiastic fans and supporters cheering and shouting the names of the racers from either sides of the road and behind the vehicles.

The young woman slipped down her sunglasses from the top of her head to the bridge of her nose. She picked up the flag and with a wide grin present on her matte maroon tainted lips she asked, "Ready boys?"

The racers replied by having their car engine roar loudly. Clouds of dust and smoke erupted from the cars making the crowd go wilder.

Daniel Fernandes, a man with a muscular built and dark brown hair looked to his left towards his opponent for the afternoon with a smirk. His fingers curled around the steering wheel tightly as both his feet pushed down onto both the pedals with great force, having his most prized possession rumble noisily.

Having his attention caught, the light brunette haired challenger looked back at Daniel solemnly. He too, pressed down on the pedals to have his vehicle vibrate and roar to life. The young man set his attention back towards the road ahead and rolled up the window, causing Daniel to chuckle to himself and look towards the front.

The tanned girl gripped the handle of the flag and in one swift motion, waved it in a downward direction across herself.

The drivers simultaneously retracted their foot from the brake pedal, causing the vehicles to accelerate in speed and take off leaving a loud cheering audience behind them.

Just about immediately, Daniel was in the lead with his competitor only falling inches behind. Fernandes loved the feeling of the Las Vegas wind hitting him in the face as he felt the buzzing of his car, under his palms which were clasped firmly around the steering wheel. But what he loved more was the adrenaline that rushed through him when racing.

Almost throughout the track Daniel stayed in lead, which did not surprise him at all. He was known to be the greatest street and drift racer in the city. For consecutively eight years he won every race he participated in. Daniel believed there was no one in Las Vegas who could ruin his winning streak. He had not come across anyone in all these years who he felt threatened by. So as much as every cell in his body were focused on winning this petty race, deep inside Daniel was relaxed since he was very much confident he would cross the finishing line first this time too.

As the finish line and the crowd came into a blurry view due to the sizzling heat radiating off the asphalt, the opponent for the first time was ahead of Daniel by only a few inches.

Daniel chuckled and let the man enjoy his few moments of triumph. "You thought."

Taking his eyes off the road only for a moment, Daniel pulled up the seat cushion of the passenger seat revealing the boost controls which consisted of several buttons and wires. Two of his fingers pressed down on the largest button of them all which caused a gust of smoke to escape from behind the vehicle, and the car to dart towards the front in an even more accelerating speed leaving the other car behind him meters away.

A hearty laugh left from Daniel as he looked into the overhead mirror and saw the car in the reflection falling quite behind. He zoomed past the white marked line and the cheering fans with a large smile present on his mouth. He gradually brought the car to a halt and then reversed his way back to where everyone was.