Night Fever

Chapter 1. Pilot

Los Angeles Highway 11 PM
Well...my name is Josh and I'm currently driving to the Los Angeles Car Meet. I own a 2003 Toyota Celica with a 2JZ Engine swap. Carbon splitter and stock wing. I guess I'm headed to some big race with a prize of 10k. Enough for me to buy some upgrades for my car.
Driving down the highway at the late night was always nice. You could really appreciate the city at night. The exit sign appeared and I signaled and drove down. A few minutes later, I arrived at the parking lot. "Same old same old..." I thought. Loud music being played, burnouts, and drifting. I've signed up to be the second person to race, and I'm racing against a Honda Civic, 1995 sedan with a bodykit and some engine upgrades. The driver's name is Mitch, and he's rarely nice. I have to watch out, since he has caused a bad crash of his opponent which totaled their car, and they quit racing.
A few minutes later...
"It's time..." I thought to myself.
I lined up with the Civic outside on the street.
"OKAY! CELICA VERSUS CIVIC!" Said the race event manager.
"SAME COURSE, THROUGH THE HIGHWAY AND EXIT DOWN AND GO BACK HERE!"
The countdown started. I could feel the intensity in my blood. As the countdown dropped to one, the Civic floored the gas pedal, and launched. "You cheater.." I said through some anger. I launched as well and kept a distance behind. He tried to drift and lost control and spun out. "HAHA!" It seemed like victory was for me. As we got onto the highway, I noticed the Civic was switching lanes very quick. It felt dangerous. Soon enough, the Civic was tailing me and was close. I swerved into the next lane and used the brakes pretty hard since I went into the exit fast. I kept checking the rearview mirror frequently, seeing the Civic catching up. The finish line was just a few blocks away. I had to keep my speed down since the street had multiple cars. I tried looking for the Civic. Nowhere in sight. "Whew..I guess I can win now."
Just then, a flash of light appeared from the rear right side of my car. He was driving on the sidewalk. "YOUR CRAZY!" I yelled, trying to capture their attention. They sped up. Not only was it bad for pedestrians, which they kept going to the sides, but it was bad for him. Sidewalks can have bumps and cracks. One hit of the bump at high speed is very dangerous. Mitch then swerved back onto the road, barely missing a car. The finish line was just a quarter mile away. "Come on.." There were no more gears. 6th gear was the last. I saw the Civic gaining speed already. He rolled down his window. "I AM NOT LOSING THIS RACE!"
He yelled. "TOO BAD!" I replied. I swerved out of the roadside into the opposing side, and needed maximum focus. I dodged a car, and another.  I turned back to the correct roadside. "I win." I said. I slowed down and drifted into the parking lot. "10k TO JOSH!" The crowd cheered. I grabbed the money from Mitch. He had some suspicious look on his face. I saw a hint of a shiny material. I slowly backed away. Once I turned around, I heard a gunshot.
I looked up to see a bullet hole in the ceiling. I heard more gunshots and slid to cover. The others got into their cars and drove off. I got into mine and almost ran into a cop. "It was a setup..." I said. I remembered how Mitch was asking for me to race him. A road block was ahead. I drive through a alleyway and turned off my lights and parked. I watched a police cruiser pass by.  "Don't notice me please." I whispered. It drove away. "Whew." After that, I drove back to my garage. I turned on the TV. "Police are looking for the street racing group that was just chased away. They are especially looking for a Toyota Celica....no description of the driver given yet."
"Crap..." I said in dissatisfaction.
I have to move I guess. But where? I grabbed my laptop and searched up good places. "Australia is expensive...Ooh. What about..Japan? I could speak some Japanese, I learned it through classes." That was the plan.
Over the next set of days, I had to be careful going out for food. A month later, my bags were packed and I sold my apartment room and garage. It was time to move to Tokyo, Japan.