I could feel the pulsing vibrations through my hands as I gripped the steering wheel harder. My eyes were narrow, focusing on what was in front of me intently, scanning and taking in everything all at once. My engine was screaming and my hand stayed next to my shifter and hand brake, thumb pressed on a small red button. The kick was instant and the speed I was going started to move upwards at a rate that would have most people worried about control. I was used to this, however, and my ruby red eyes seemed to drink in the world in slow motion while I kept moving. My power over lightning gave me speed that, when combined with racing, made me quite a formidable opponent. The car to my left was passed and I wove in and out of cars on the road, speeding to the predetermined finish line while the other racers strained to keep their wits about them at this pace.
Alternatives VI
By: Satashi
The black car slid to a halt, skidding as the force died down from the sharp turn. Slowly the door opened and screams of victory came at once from around the woman getting out of her car. A crowd swamped to her, cheering and yelling while the rest of the street racers pulled into the designated area. When another car door open, the winner walked over to him, blond hair flowing out behind her. "Second place," she cooed out with a smile. "The first loser."
The man glared at the woman, fist opening and closing in his rage. "Why didn't they say you were racing tonight?"
"If they did," The woman replied casually, plucking her winnings from a man who came to her. "Then little boys like you would have went home."
"This race wasn't meant for you, Thunderbird!" He complained, pointing a finger at her. "There are rules!"
"I make my own rules." Turning, Thunderbird got back in her car. "Call me when there's a race worth winning." With that, the window rolled up and the engine turned. The people moved from the woman's path, allowing her to leave the scene without any more conversation. The vehicle moved back out onto the road and drove casually to a bar, where it parked away from the other cars.
The blonde got out and began walking to her favorite relaxing place before slowing down to a stop. "You have some nerve coming to see me in person after that little stunt you pulled."
A chuckle came from the shadows under a street light that couldn't seem to make up its mind on if it should be lit or not. In one of its flickerings, a man was revealed underneath it. Light purple hair that went to his shoulders came paired with a set of yellow eyes. A sick grin was set on his face and he showed no signs of fear from the girl. "I assure you, Alicia, I had no hand in what happened then."
Alicia scoffed. "Then
why did your little trio attack me as I made the delivery, Jail?" Walking over to him, she stood before the man and glared. "You payed me to transfer the girl from your little secret lab to your base. On the way there, who should I come across other than The Loli Tri-force of yours. If you didn't inform them of me, how did they know I had relics with me, as well as what van I was driving?"
"Simple," Jail almost purred at her while holding up an ID tag smeared with blood. "One of the men who prepared your van was bought off by Erio."
Reaching out, Alica took the card an read the name. "Never cared for him anyway. Always wanted to put an underglow kit on my car." Pocketing the card instead of handing it back, Alicia crossed her arms. "Now, there is still the issue of my payment."
"You didn't make the delivery."
"As I recall, they got all three relics. I left with them, you got them. Delivery completed."
"I wanted the girl." Jail narrowed his eyes. "You failed to bring her to me."
"If your people wouldn't have attacked me, I would have." Her hand moved to jab a finger against his chest. "You pay me to do my job, and I do it. If you can't keep tabs on your little children, who's fault is that?"
"I have my reasons for not telling them about you, Alicia. They are concerned with Project F-"
"And I
told you to never mention that name to me again!"
Jail didn't seem phased by the sudden outbreak. Instead he kept grinning while making eye contact. "I thought you would like an exception this time." Moving past her, he took a few steps away before looking over his shoulder. "What my boy Erio found while out will interest you greatly."
"Why do you think I care about him, or your little games you play?" Alicia turned around as well, glaring at him. "I'm a transporter, not a science enthusiast. Where I came from doesn't matter."
"Even if I told you he described you perfectly?" Jail's smirk rose up more, hands moving out in a helpless manor.
"Oh gee, He attacks my van and forces me to make myself scarce before the cops arrive so I don't get noticed. So what if he got a glance at me, he doesn't matter."
"The thing is, Alicia," Jail walked back towards her slowly. "He didn't see you then, nor when he recorded a conversation for me." Stopping right in front of the girl, he raised an eyebrow at her. "He talked to another woman. One who looks just like you, I should say... One who was born from Project F as well. From a very particular person, from my observation. You see, Alicia, from my years of research, I have managed to get a certain feel for clones and the process of making them. I can tell the difference between real and fake, you could say."
"And this interest me, why?"
"Because, my dear friend, with only the voice recordings and pictures that my dear Erio showed me... I know who this woman is."
"You have about three seconds to stop wasting my time."
"She, my precious Alicia... Is your sister. Or should I say twin?"
Alicia's eyes narrowed darkly as she reached out to grab his throat. "don't play your sick games with me, Jail!"
Undeterred by the grip on him, Jail simple lifted his hand, showing a small slip of paper in it. "Here is where she is staying. Once you meet her, I do hope you remember that you owe me a big, very big, favor for this information."
The girl growled at him before letting him go and snatching the paper from his hand. "If this is a trick, Jail, so help me, our partnership is over and ever location of your bases will become public knowledge so fast you won't have time to vacate them all before you're zerged with police."
"Have a good evening, Alicia." Jail called over his shoulder while walking away. "Give my regards to your sister."