The Fallen King
Prologue
When I woke up, I had a blank look on my face, it seems like that event happened only just yesterday. I got up and did my usual routine, wake up, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast. I then picked up the daily newspaper, and looked at the headlines. “Rise in Illegal Street Racing Becomes a Big Problem.” I then threw down the newspaper and headed out the hallway to grab my keys. I opened the door and went out to get in my car, I tried to start up my old Toyota Corolla, and the engine started up, but won’t fully start up. I slammed my hands on the dashboard and yelled “Dammit!” I got out of my car and kicked the rims of my Corolla, and the rim came right off, I thought about my life before having such a shitty life with no fame, no fortune, and no women. I sat back in my car and drifted away into my dream, I was driving my used to be legendary Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IIV, the sound of the engine was just enough to scare opposing competitors out of the competition. But that was all a thing of the past now.
