The Fallen King
Chapter 1
Hey, I’m Anthony Lee, I used to be a living legend, but that was years ago, I’m now just a honest worker trying to make a living in this economy. Let me tell you what exactly happened a few years ago, our racing team, the Dark Shadow, was the fastest and most powerful team in the whole United States. We were pretty famous for a while, until a group by the name of Team Emperor came to the stage. Out of the three races that our team and their team had, we lost twice, and won only by luck. After that, our group decided that we should all part ways, and without racing, I can’t live. After our splitting up, I have never heard from my other members for a while, but enough of that, let’s get back to the story. I was outside the gas station with my old corolla when I heard this group of people talking about street racing. “Dude, there’s a place where we can kick some ass on the curves!” said the first guy, the second guy turned around and yelled “Where? I wanna win some green for my new mods!” I ignored them until I was done refueling my car, when I got near the exit, the first guy bumped his car onto mine, I was really mad, because it wasn’t a small bump for me, the hit was really big on my car, the bumper looked like it was gonna fall off. I got outta my car and said “Yo, look what you did to my car!” They just rolled down the window and said “If ya want me to pay for it, you gotta beat me in a race.” Without asking myself, I instantly agreed, and they told me to drive to this remote forest in the outskirts of Houston, but it wasn’t one without roads, I mean, this looks like a special place for racers to compete. I drove to the start line on the track, and the guy who bumped my car earlier rolled down the window and asked me “Are you ready?” I replied “Ready for you to lose?” With a huge grin on my face, I was really ready to beat this creep.
