Need For Speed: The Underworld

chapter three

The meet

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We see car lights in the distance and a crowd of people.

"Hey, look I gotta tell you this first, is that time of the year again," he says.

"What do you mean?" I reply.
"Some racers that have some dangerous ties are like to come and visit these events that we hold up, these people are not the type of people you want to mess with. Some people are dangerous. They'll kill anyone just for giving them the wrong look."

"So if I look at some wrong they'll attack me?" I ask.

"Not exactly, maybe some but they'll mostly order a hit on you."
"A hit? How bad are these guys?" I ask.

"Mafia, bad." He says. I begin to have second thoughts. A chill goes down my spine.

"They are easy on newcomers so just keep your head down."

We drive into the car meeting. Cars are paid out around us. They are modded. They have wings of various sizes. Some of them have a solid color with the vinyl wrap on them and body kits that look like armor but with a sense of speed on them. Different vinyl wraps vary from words and graffiti skulls on them with colors of orange, sky blue, and other colors that stand out. Other more expensive cars have little to no vinyl on them just body kits and a very shiny paint or wrap.

Joseph pulls up in a Porsche that is black from the tail and fades to green up to the middle of the door.

He steps out and one of his workers pulls up in the mustang I just stole.

Chris continues driving to find a spot.

"Try not to stare." I nod. "Sure."

I keep my attention to the cars as they are designed in various styles and have a sense of character.

A yellow Nissan Silvia with bluish and white graffiti vinyl drives up to a parking space. I looked as I was expecting an unfriendly-looking man to come out, but my eyes deceived me. A guy gets thrown out of the passenger seat. He looks all sorts of wasted and high.
Then a girl steps out of the driver's seat of the car. She was saying something to the guy that I can't make out. Although she seems like an aggressive person, she's attractive.

Her clothes are very diverse, different from what all these other girls here are wearing. The other girls wear extremely short Jean shorts or skirts and high crop tops or just straight out bikini tops. But this girl's crop top was lower and the most colorful shirt out of anyone else here, I can tell that she must've done it herself. Her pants seemed baggy, almost like a military-style. And her crone shoes reflect everything. But her face is what catches me. Her skin is white almost pale, she has a bun on her head and her hair dropped. Her hair is platinum almost silver but has a light mixture of other colors, blue, pink, violet, turquoise. I'm stuck looking studying her poster, her face.

"Hey," Chris says.

"What?"

"I said don't stare."

I look forward to trying to correct myself after realizing I just did the exact thing I was told not to do seconds after being told.

He parks close to the crowd, he is very known here. As he gets out of the car guys come to him fist-bumping him and girls dragging their hands around his body, exploring his back and chest. He seems to like it but he pushes them aside as if he had better things to do. Joseph comes up to him as he steps out of his green Porsche. One of his friends steps out of the mustang I stole. The guy in a white shirt with a black jacket over it steps out; he had blueish eyes, freckles, and very light hair close to blond.