Racer

°•CRASH•°

"Yah! Dan, stop the car! You're gonna crash! Yah! Are you listening to me!? Stop the car!" His manager yelled over the coms.

Truth is, Dan didn't care if he crashed. All he cared about was having his named engraved in a trophy. He just wanted to prove everyone wrong.

"DANIEL JAMESON ARTHER! STOP THAT CAR!" His manager screamed.

"AISH!" Dan ripped the helmet off his head and threw it beside him.

"Shit." Dan muttered as he pressed harder on the gas.

He was a few meters away from the finish line. He could taste the victory and the bittersweet reactions of all who wronged him. He leaned into the wheel anticipating for the car to go faster, almost like a boost in a video game.

The flag waving above taunted him as he drew nearer to the thin line of paint laying out his triumph.

Dan pressed forward, centimeters away from the line of paint that would determine fate.

He saw the line go past him. He heard the deafening cries from the audience. He could feel the glares from others. He could taste the champagne he would soon celebrate with.

Dan swerved to a stop before pulling himself out and sitting on the side.

"-niel Arther, number 32, is the winner of the race! Congratu-!" The man over the loudspeaker was overpowered by the screams of the audience.

Dan raised his arms in triumph as jets flew overhead and golden confetti rained down on him. His team ran with a spring in their step towards him. They surrounded his car, hugging him and yelling praise.

Dan reached in and pulled off the steering wheel, holding high in the air. He felt as if he was proving to all the world that he was truly worthy. He was worthy of love and praise, which he never had.

The man on the loudspeaker was heard again. But, his words didn't ignite the crowds cheers, they silence them.

"DANIEL! DANIEL, LOOK OUT!"

But it was already too late.

Dan looked over, only to be face to face with a racecar as it sped towards him, an angry driver scowling at him.

His consciousness was short lived, and his celebration was spoiled by number 45.

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Hey.

Yo.

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It's not a fan fic, so don't kill me.