Lightning Storm

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Jackson Storm lightly pushed the accelerator of his Race Car, Smug expression on his face.Gliding through the track.Not one racer near.
'This is gonna be a easy win. I can't wait to see McQueen's face when I cross the Finish Line as first place' Jackon thought
Keeping his cold grey eyes on the track, Jackson imagined accomplishing his life's dream.

Beating Lightning McQueen

Sure fame and fortune seems great, but the Storm family were business tycoons and Jackson was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Since the day he was conceived, and was to be born as the heir to the Storm family, his Future was decided.
Excell in everything and be the perfect heir and when time comes, take over the family business.
Jackson Storm was the perfect child. Always best at studies, athletic and his other outstanding capabilities that overshadowed his arrogant temper and attitude. Other than being the perfect child for his family, he had no ambition
Untill that day...
The memory is still clear in his head as if it happened yesterday.

(A: btw ik this isn't what really happened but this is my au so)

A 14-year old Jackson Storm was currently looking out the glass of his uncle's office, watching the racers on the tracks, the race was about to begin and Jackson was calculating who had the most chance to win.
It was the young Storm's birthday and his father wanted to take him to the company and help him understand the responsible he will have to take over.
'More like burden' The young Storm thought.

His father wasn't too keen on spending time with his son, but he needed to prepare him for when he takes over.

He lectured Jackson till his secretary informed him that he had an urgent meeting and that he had to leave. His father was about leave him alone in the office, when his youngest uncle intervened and said that he wanted to spend time with his nephew. His youngest uncle had discarded his inheritance and had started his own racing company, so his father did not take him as a threat and allowed him to take Jackson while he attends his meeting.

An hour later
His uncle took him to the race stadium to see a very 'interesting' match, his uncle quoted.
"Having fun there kiddo?"asked his uncle as he walked in the to the office.
Jackson just stayed silent. His uncle just sighed
' Aren't teenagers supposed to be annoyingly talkative'

There was a knock on the door and his uncle's face brightened up, enthusiastically he opened the door and a man in his early 30's stepped in.
"Link"Jackson's uncle smiled and hugged his friend.
"Hey there James"Link said. He noticed Jackson,who was trying to blend into the background and avoid conversation.
"Is that the nephew you told me about?"Link asked and completely destroyed Jackson's attempt in avoiding conversation. His uncle was no help either as he walked over to introduce him
"This my nephew Jack!"
Jackson paled, he hated being called Jack. But he still composed himself and formally introduced himself
"Jackson Storm" he brought his left hand forward to shake. Link shook his hand
"Lincoln Revirant, I work for Regina Cortel, CEO of IGNTR"

"Link here's working to be a racing mentor "James said playfully slapping the said person's back
"Not a racer?"Jackson asked, curious.
Link just shook his head."No, I spent my time as a racer, lost a leg in the process too"he said raising he foot to show a metal leg.

Jackson felt guilty for asking. Lincoln just chucked and asked James if he could get him a drink. After his uncle left. Lincoln walked up to Jackson.
"So who do think is gonna win?" He asked when the race was was signaled to start.