Need For Speed, A Paul Walker Story. (Boost Sequel)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine: The Race

Brett drove me to the race location 20 minutes outside the city. I saw four cars lined up. Rob was bringing the Venom in the truck. Brett let me out. "There she is," someone said. I turned and saw Carlos Vega. "Vega, which car is yours," I asked. "The Bugatti in the front," he replied. "Rumor has it, Keith's going to be the last racer. Where is he? I have to stop him," I said. "He hasn't shown yet. I don't expect him too," Vega replied. "Keep an eye out," I suggested. Rob just parked and unloaded my car. I went up to him. "Get out of here. Get my dad, Paul, and brothers out of here," I said. "I will Payton," he replied.

Rob got into his truck and drove away. I got my car lined up and then got in it, the race was supposed to start any minute. I saw Brett approach my car. I rolled down my window. "You okay," he asked. "I'm good," I replied. "Dammit Payton stay safe. Don't drive like and idiot. Don't let your emotions drive your car. I know how much you wanted to take Keith down," he said. "Look, I'll take him down eventually. It just sucks that this trip was for nothing," I said frustrated. I heard a car pull up behind my car. I turned around to see Keith get out of a yellow Lamborghini. He pulled his gun out and I saw him pull the trigger. The bullet went right through Brett's abdomen. "Brett," I screamed. I watched as Brett's body fell to the ground, almost as if in slow motion. I opened my door just to be fired upon. I slammed it shut as Keith go back into his car, and just at that second, the green flag went down. And the race was on.

What Brett told me continuously rang through my mind, "Don't let your emotions drive your car." I was still crying. I was driving in third. The cops were not yet on us but a police chopper was above us. I was already going 210 miles per hour. Keith had already taken out some junky racer. Bunny was his street name I believe.

In two minutes cops were all over us. I watched as a cop took out the leader of us all, he was just some professional racer. It was just Vega, Keith, a guy named Texas, and me. I was now in fourth, with Keith right in front of me. I couldn't stop thinking about Brett. My phone started ringing. "Dammit," I shouted. I put my phone on speaker and threw my phone in the passenger seat. "What," I yelled. "Payton," someone asked, it was Paul. "Yeah Paul," I asked. "Brett's dead," he replied. My whole world froze. My vision went blurry, not with tears, with regret. How could I let this happen?

I watched as a cop took out Texas. I sped up to the next gear and sped passed Keith. I sped passed Vega and gained a good lead. When I glanced in the rear view mirror, I saw Keith slam into Vega's bumper, sending him off the road and into a roll. Keith stopped his car a few feet away. I wasn't paying attention. My car had coasted off the road. I hit my breaks just as I went up a small raising in the ditch beside me. I ramped up the raised part of the ditch and flipped while in the air. When my car hit the ground it flipped five more times and then came to a rest on its roof.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and fell to the roof. I kicked open the door and crawled out. I could see smoke from Vega's car two hundred feet away. I saw Vega on the ground one hundred feet from his car. Keith had a gun pointed on him and was yelling at him. I slowly stood up and started limping towards them. "Keith, even if you kill him. You have hundreds of others who know you're still alive," I faintly shouted. Keith turned and pointed his gun at me. "Payton, it's fine," Vega said. "I know it is. You're the one that got me into this mess. Why'd you have to call for the hit on Keith? You didn't have too, and yet you still got us into this mess," I replied. "Payton," Keith said. My head started spinning. I looked down and saw a piece of my cars windshield in my upper right thigh. "Well that hurts," I said. Keith pointed his gun back at Vega. "Keith no," I screamed as he pulled the trigger and shot Vega in the right shoulder. I didn't know if he was unconscious or dead. I fell to the ground, with my world spinning. I opened my eyes and saw Keith pointing his gun at me. "Third times the charm," I joked, as this was the third time he'd tried to kill me. "You killed Brett. I was going to marry him," I screamed. "Young love never lasts," Keith replied. I'd had enough.

With the remaining strength I had, I ripped the glass out of my thigh and stabbed it into Keith's leg. As he fell down he accidentally fired his gun, the bullet hitting me in the right side of my lower abdomen. His gun landed a few feet from me. I crawled and reached for it, the same time Keith did. "Keith," I said as I spit up some blood. "Both of us are dead ether way," Keith said. "Funny how life works huh," I asked. Keith laughed. In my peripheral vision I saw Vega move. He pulled out a gun and shot Keith three times, in critical spots. I felt warm blood splatter on my face, Keith's blood. I then saw Vega drop dead.

With the last minute of his life, Keith told me, "Payton, I'm sorry. For Brett, for yourself, for Curt. I'm sorry." "It's fine, we're both goners," I replied choking on my own blood. I watched as Keith started spitting up blood, within thirty seconds he had died, from choking on his own blood. I rolled onto my back and watched the sun as it was almost done setting. I wondered where the police were. It didn't matter. I was dead anyways.