Old Stories
Found some of my old works sitting around, figured I'd post one here, and another in the grotto.
Chapter 1
"Try it agian," Kat said.
Amy twisted her key harshly and stepped roughly down on the gas pedal once, twice. Nothing happened. "It's useless Kat, the fucking thing is dead." "Why here...I mean HERE of all places 'aim." Amy hated when her name was said like that, for some reason it just pained her, like something caught under her nail. She checked the two-lane road agian in both directions before stepping out of her Suzuki Cappuccino, Kats voice calling out behind her something about how it wasnt safe to get out of the car. Amy looked both ways; the road they had been using was a mountain pass, narrow with a hard rock face on one side and a complementing steep drop off on the other. It was then that Amy noticed a familiar sound, a sound she had heard just a few minutes ago. She whipped her head around, to find her Suzuki and Kat completely safe. "What is it? Something wrong?" Kat asked. Amy shook her head, the sound not present anymore. Amy turned around walking back to Kat and her broken car when suddenly the sound returned much louder this time. "What is" Kat couldnt finish; her wide eyes causing Amy to turn on her heel. Amy couldnt believe what she was seeing.
Coming down the road above them was a boxy, black vehicle. The sound she had heard was the squealing of tires, as this car had slid around corners. Amy knew the vehicle was traveling fast, yet everything around her seemed to slow down. All except her heart beat, as the black car rounded the corner a few yards up the road. A second much larger vehicle slid around the corner behind it. A sharp hiss, followed by two consecutive blasts echoed around them as the black car went darting into the oncoming lane to pass the girls. Amy noticed the windows of the car completely blacked out except for the wind shiel; it made so seeing the driver was nearly impossible. As soon as the black car had passes them, the second was making its approach. She could hear and see the rear tires spinning violently, ripping at the road in a attempt to gain traction. This car was much louder then the first, the engine noise combined with the exhaust note made Amy and Kat cover their ears. As this longer, wider car roared past them, Amy sword she could the sound of the transmission gearing itself lower, the mechanical whine and snap of the clutch. Just as soon as they came, they were gone. The girls followed the odd chase with their eyes until both cars passed the next turn disappearing into the night, and further down the hill.
"What WAS that?!" Kat stammered.
"I...I don't know...but it was, amazing." That was all Amy could say. They sat in silent for a half an hour until the tow truck arriaved.
Chapter 2.
Keaton tapped the button on his garage door opner. The large pale white, windowless door in front of him glided upwards as his hand moved to shift gears. The Evolution gave a small grunt as first gear took and the car slid into the garage. Putting the car in park and flipping off the headlights, Keaton became aware of the watchful eyes upon him. Undoing his racing harness and opening the door he began to speak. "Yeah, I know what you-" until he was cute off.
"No you DO NOT know what I am going to say" the stocky looking fellow started to say as he approached "you havent got a single fucking idea about what I am going to say!" Keaton chuckled and tossed Theo his keys, "There you go check him out." Theo smirked and started to walk around the Mitsubishi looking closely at the cars chassis and tires. Keaton chuckled and began to walk deeper into the garage his eyes lightly dancing over some of Theo's other projects. There was the body of an old Toyota MR-2 with its rear hatch open, the engine gone. Keaton assumed there would soon be a new one in there; Theo didnt like to have a car without its "heart" for long. Bad luck he said. Another bulk sat adjacent to the mid-engine, this one covered by a thick white tarp. Keaton knew Theo took pride in this; it was a specially modified Toyota Trueno that had seen street action only twice. The second time Keaton himself had taken it out without permission and ended up damaging the struts and wearing the tires completely. Theo didnt talk to him for two weeks. Finally Keaton neared the door that led into their apartment; the space around the door was used primarily for them to park the cars that they drove on a daily basis. Keaton counted them right to left, there was Theo's Honda Integra, next to that sat Theo's street racing car his beloved Nissan GTR-32 ("V-Spec Type 2 mind you!" Theo would always say). That had cost Theo a pretty penny. Next came Dane's Mitsubishi Exlipse GS-X, its odd carbon fiber body shinning strangely under the halogen lamps. Dane's street racer sat next to the Eclipse, a thick white tarp covering its odd frame. Keaton chuckled and kicked at the tarp softly; still not understanding why Dane bought this piece of shit. As Keaton put his hand on the cold steel door knob, which led into their downstairs living area, he smiled to himself. A large open space where his Evolution should have been parked glared at him. His eyes drifted to the car sitting alone closest to the wall of their house, this was his daily driver. A Lexus IS300 covereted into a Toyota Altezza complete with engine swap, body kit, and badge changes. No one could tell the difference, Theo did good work.
As Keaton walked in, Dane looked up from the TV setting down the wireless Microsoft controller he had been holding. "Hey...how'd that work out?" Keaton shrugged and kicked off his lace less racing shoes. "Well did you win, or did you fucking wag your tail?" Keaton looked at Dane with odd eyes as he sat down, grabbing his roommates unopened beer, popping the top and taking his fair share. "You serious? Gonna' come in here and be like that now?" Dane was becoming bluch in the face, as he usually did when he got nervous or upset. Keaton picked up a wireless controller that had been sitting on their coffee table, he pressed the distorted looking "X" button in the center and joined the game. Dane was playing Perfect Dark Zero, "Well fine man, FUCK you." It reminded Keaton how much Dane and him were alike, they got pissed off at the smallest things and usually blew them out of proportion. They were also very different though, and Keaton constantly kept himself on the opposite spectrum of emotion trying to counter act agianst Danes feelings at any given time. "HEADSHOT!" The speakers that surrounded them in room announced as Keaton sent a bullet into some poor guys head. "Yeah man, I won. Barely." Keaton finally announced. Dane blinked and frowned, it looked to Keaton like he was trying to come up with a way to sort emotion through facts. "He was that fast then, huh?" Dane finally looked over at Keaton his eyes showing worry, though his lips twitched with excitement. "Mmhmm, real fast." Keaton nodded as he finished the beer, stood up and signed out of the game. He started walking to the steps that led upwards towards their bedrooms. "Keaton! You did beat him right?" Dane looked worried now, the excitement melting off his face. "I told you already man, I beat him." Dane nodded a few more times then just turned away going back to his game. Keaton reached the top of the steps and turned to go into his room, but there was something that needed to be said first.
"By the way, Theo was wrong."
"About what man? Theo is never wrong." Dane hollered back up once agian interested. "His car isnt front wheel drive, it's an FR." With those words Keaton stepped into his room and shut the door locking it behind him. The house was silent for the most part, save the loud argument that Dane was now having with Theo from the door of their garage. Just one more time, for the record books...Keaton dreamed himself into much needed sleep.
CHAPTER 3
Just as Keatons head hit the pillow, a garage door was opening thirteen miles away. A guttural rumbling rose through the back alleys near the repair station, causin cats to scamper away from their midnight meals. The Chevrolet Impala rolled onto a open lift, its nearly worn tires slipping into their holdings. The engine rumble died as the driver flipper the engine switch to off. The door opened allowing the young man to slip from the Recaro installed racing seat, his legs aching after the long drive. The boy was not much older then Keaton, passing for his senior by now more then one of two years. A gruff sounding older voice came from the darkness of the garage, the bright warmth of a cigarette glowed. "What happened out there boy?" The older man spoke with the kind of slowness associated with clergymen and detectives. "I don't know," the boy replied "he was fast and that course didn't treat us right." The boy placed a hand on the cars hood, feeling the familiar warmth. The old man shook his head and began walking over to the car, placing his hand on the hood aswell. A silence drifted over the garage as student and teacher recaptured the images of the night in their mind. "This is a 350 small block," as the man spoke the boy prepared himself for an insult "maybe it was too much for you to handle." "Thats not it," the boy looked at his elder with pleading eyes "after the uphill portion, when he passed me, I didnt have near enough tire or brakes left going downhill." The old man nodded to his student, wisps of smoke clouding the space between them. He knew the boy was right, but didnt feel sorry in the least bit. "The car is heavy, we need to do something about that" the boy began agian "or if not that then add more horsepower so my advantage uphill is undebiable." "It was your idea to reserve the drivetrain, you thought it would help right?" The old mans voice was now drawing out, letting this lesson sink in and sting deep. "Yes, and that was a smart move both for the street and track races." The old man nodded as he spoke, his eyes never wandering from the face of his pupil. "We will come up with a new plan tomarrow and hopefully order some decent parts, go get some rest." The boy nodded and trudged off into his room, located neatly behind the garage walls.
While the boy slept the old man waited by the Impala, his hand still on the hood. It had been his car before giving it to this student, and he feared its time was almost up. Exiting the garage through the workers entrance door, he tossed his cigarette to the side. Slowly he made his way to the side of the building where a tow truck sat with a cloaked figure on its bed. The old man looked at the curved figure beneath the sheets, like a beautiful woman naked beneath satin. "This will cement our chances," the old man spoke as he placed a hand beneath the sheet feeling the soft skin "you will be his partner in victory." The night seemed to pass and eventually the old man retired, but not before moving the new addition into the garage.
Keston awoke the next morning and struggled to roll out of his bed, waking up after he raced seemed to become harder and harder. It wasn't as if sleep offered him much of an escape anyways, racing was always in his dreams. More then that it brought him deeper into the addicting aspect of his life, the speed. He would awake most of the nights freezing, only to find that he had "heel-toed" his sheets off the bed. He rose with the a speed that betrayed his ability to drive all together. Slipping into some lazy day clothes, he headed downstairs for some breakfast. It was his day off from the garage, having grown up with Theo and Dane it was only right that they went into buisness together. Of course their buisness was to follow after something they loved, customizing and racing cars. So Keaton's grandfather had issued them a buisness loan, and his father was "hired" to take care of their bills and expenses acting as their accountant. The shop specialized in the tuning and customization of vehicles but it wasn't out of the boys reach to do small maintenane or an oil change for an elderly citizen every now and then.
Keaton strolled through the kitchen, scrounging up a less then healthy breakfast of day old doughtnuts and extra strong coffee, making his way to the garage. Though it was his day off it was always hard for any of the boys to stay away from the cars they loved. Opening the door was a problem, with both hands filled with food and drink, so a simple solution came to mind. Dane looked up from under the hood of a Ford SVT hatchback, and laughed. "Well now if that isnt the cutest thing I've seen all morning," Dane said as Keaton approached with the doughnut hanging out of his mouth. Keaton smirked and munched down a bit of his treat, his eyes scanning the engine of the Ford. "Guy is putting in an air cooled Vortech supercharger, should be a quick little ride afterwards" Dane spoke as he worked on removing the carbon fiber air box the owner had previously installed. Keaton nodded his approval and munched down a bit more, the doughnut slowly disappearing. Moving on in his rounds, Keaton noted that his Evolution had been parked in its normal spot a white sheet covering it. Suddenlly Keaton bumped into the desk corner and grummbled as the pain shot through his toe. "Smooth," Theo's voice barked from behind the desk. The older boy was gathering paper work and a clipboard, "I gotta go deal with some customers, try not to make us look worse then you already do." Theo grinned as Keaton flipped him the bird. Keaton followed Theo out, and stood leaning agianst the open garage door watching his friend approach two young looking girls. Almost choking on his next bite, he noticed the vehicles which the girls were driving. There it sat, the same Cappuccino that had been on the mountain last night. Keaton slipped back into the garage and thanked Theo for covering his Evolution up, those girls had gotten a good look at his car and could surely give the plates to police. Even though the plates they used when they raced were fake, it was still a problem to have the numbers circulating. Peering slightly around the corner Keaton noticed how beautiful the driver of he car was. Her short blonde hair, bright blue eyes, her body was stunning. He couldnt hear much of what she said because her noisy friend kept interjecting with less then intelligent anecdotes. "I think the starter is busted, or maybe some of the wiring came undone" the beauty was speaking "I just installed a new ignition cap and ECU, plus I swapped the fusebox." Theo nodded writing down all of what she said, impressed with her knowledge. Suddenlly the noisy girl pipped up saying something rediculous about how she thought it was the fuel pump. This angered Theo, who had a short temper for stupid people in general, who commented on how it was only the drivers input which mattered. The noisy girl calmed down but still sputtered remarks under her breath.
Chapter 1
"Try it agian," Kat said.
Amy twisted her key harshly and stepped roughly down on the gas pedal once, twice. Nothing happened. "It's useless Kat, the fucking thing is dead." "Why here...I mean HERE of all places 'aim." Amy hated when her name was said like that, for some reason it just pained her, like something caught under her nail. She checked the two-lane road agian in both directions before stepping out of her Suzuki Cappuccino, Kats voice calling out behind her something about how it wasnt safe to get out of the car. Amy looked both ways; the road they had been using was a mountain pass, narrow with a hard rock face on one side and a complementing steep drop off on the other. It was then that Amy noticed a familiar sound, a sound she had heard just a few minutes ago. She whipped her head around, to find her Suzuki and Kat completely safe. "What is it? Something wrong?" Kat asked. Amy shook her head, the sound not present anymore. Amy turned around walking back to Kat and her broken car when suddenly the sound returned much louder this time. "What is" Kat couldnt finish; her wide eyes causing Amy to turn on her heel. Amy couldnt believe what she was seeing.
Coming down the road above them was a boxy, black vehicle. The sound she had heard was the squealing of tires, as this car had slid around corners. Amy knew the vehicle was traveling fast, yet everything around her seemed to slow down. All except her heart beat, as the black car rounded the corner a few yards up the road. A second much larger vehicle slid around the corner behind it. A sharp hiss, followed by two consecutive blasts echoed around them as the black car went darting into the oncoming lane to pass the girls. Amy noticed the windows of the car completely blacked out except for the wind shiel; it made so seeing the driver was nearly impossible. As soon as the black car had passes them, the second was making its approach. She could hear and see the rear tires spinning violently, ripping at the road in a attempt to gain traction. This car was much louder then the first, the engine noise combined with the exhaust note made Amy and Kat cover their ears. As this longer, wider car roared past them, Amy sword she could the sound of the transmission gearing itself lower, the mechanical whine and snap of the clutch. Just as soon as they came, they were gone. The girls followed the odd chase with their eyes until both cars passed the next turn disappearing into the night, and further down the hill.
"What WAS that?!" Kat stammered.
"I...I don't know...but it was, amazing." That was all Amy could say. They sat in silent for a half an hour until the tow truck arriaved.
Chapter 2.
Keaton tapped the button on his garage door opner. The large pale white, windowless door in front of him glided upwards as his hand moved to shift gears. The Evolution gave a small grunt as first gear took and the car slid into the garage. Putting the car in park and flipping off the headlights, Keaton became aware of the watchful eyes upon him. Undoing his racing harness and opening the door he began to speak. "Yeah, I know what you-" until he was cute off.
"No you DO NOT know what I am going to say" the stocky looking fellow started to say as he approached "you havent got a single fucking idea about what I am going to say!" Keaton chuckled and tossed Theo his keys, "There you go check him out." Theo smirked and started to walk around the Mitsubishi looking closely at the cars chassis and tires. Keaton chuckled and began to walk deeper into the garage his eyes lightly dancing over some of Theo's other projects. There was the body of an old Toyota MR-2 with its rear hatch open, the engine gone. Keaton assumed there would soon be a new one in there; Theo didnt like to have a car without its "heart" for long. Bad luck he said. Another bulk sat adjacent to the mid-engine, this one covered by a thick white tarp. Keaton knew Theo took pride in this; it was a specially modified Toyota Trueno that had seen street action only twice. The second time Keaton himself had taken it out without permission and ended up damaging the struts and wearing the tires completely. Theo didnt talk to him for two weeks. Finally Keaton neared the door that led into their apartment; the space around the door was used primarily for them to park the cars that they drove on a daily basis. Keaton counted them right to left, there was Theo's Honda Integra, next to that sat Theo's street racing car his beloved Nissan GTR-32 ("V-Spec Type 2 mind you!" Theo would always say). That had cost Theo a pretty penny. Next came Dane's Mitsubishi Exlipse GS-X, its odd carbon fiber body shinning strangely under the halogen lamps. Dane's street racer sat next to the Eclipse, a thick white tarp covering its odd frame. Keaton chuckled and kicked at the tarp softly; still not understanding why Dane bought this piece of shit. As Keaton put his hand on the cold steel door knob, which led into their downstairs living area, he smiled to himself. A large open space where his Evolution should have been parked glared at him. His eyes drifted to the car sitting alone closest to the wall of their house, this was his daily driver. A Lexus IS300 covereted into a Toyota Altezza complete with engine swap, body kit, and badge changes. No one could tell the difference, Theo did good work.
As Keaton walked in, Dane looked up from the TV setting down the wireless Microsoft controller he had been holding. "Hey...how'd that work out?" Keaton shrugged and kicked off his lace less racing shoes. "Well did you win, or did you fucking wag your tail?" Keaton looked at Dane with odd eyes as he sat down, grabbing his roommates unopened beer, popping the top and taking his fair share. "You serious? Gonna' come in here and be like that now?" Dane was becoming bluch in the face, as he usually did when he got nervous or upset. Keaton picked up a wireless controller that had been sitting on their coffee table, he pressed the distorted looking "X" button in the center and joined the game. Dane was playing Perfect Dark Zero, "Well fine man, FUCK you." It reminded Keaton how much Dane and him were alike, they got pissed off at the smallest things and usually blew them out of proportion. They were also very different though, and Keaton constantly kept himself on the opposite spectrum of emotion trying to counter act agianst Danes feelings at any given time. "HEADSHOT!" The speakers that surrounded them in room announced as Keaton sent a bullet into some poor guys head. "Yeah man, I won. Barely." Keaton finally announced. Dane blinked and frowned, it looked to Keaton like he was trying to come up with a way to sort emotion through facts. "He was that fast then, huh?" Dane finally looked over at Keaton his eyes showing worry, though his lips twitched with excitement. "Mmhmm, real fast." Keaton nodded as he finished the beer, stood up and signed out of the game. He started walking to the steps that led upwards towards their bedrooms. "Keaton! You did beat him right?" Dane looked worried now, the excitement melting off his face. "I told you already man, I beat him." Dane nodded a few more times then just turned away going back to his game. Keaton reached the top of the steps and turned to go into his room, but there was something that needed to be said first.
"By the way, Theo was wrong."
"About what man? Theo is never wrong." Dane hollered back up once agian interested. "His car isnt front wheel drive, it's an FR." With those words Keaton stepped into his room and shut the door locking it behind him. The house was silent for the most part, save the loud argument that Dane was now having with Theo from the door of their garage. Just one more time, for the record books...Keaton dreamed himself into much needed sleep.
CHAPTER 3
Just as Keatons head hit the pillow, a garage door was opening thirteen miles away. A guttural rumbling rose through the back alleys near the repair station, causin cats to scamper away from their midnight meals. The Chevrolet Impala rolled onto a open lift, its nearly worn tires slipping into their holdings. The engine rumble died as the driver flipper the engine switch to off. The door opened allowing the young man to slip from the Recaro installed racing seat, his legs aching after the long drive. The boy was not much older then Keaton, passing for his senior by now more then one of two years. A gruff sounding older voice came from the darkness of the garage, the bright warmth of a cigarette glowed. "What happened out there boy?" The older man spoke with the kind of slowness associated with clergymen and detectives. "I don't know," the boy replied "he was fast and that course didn't treat us right." The boy placed a hand on the cars hood, feeling the familiar warmth. The old man shook his head and began walking over to the car, placing his hand on the hood aswell. A silence drifted over the garage as student and teacher recaptured the images of the night in their mind. "This is a 350 small block," as the man spoke the boy prepared himself for an insult "maybe it was too much for you to handle." "Thats not it," the boy looked at his elder with pleading eyes "after the uphill portion, when he passed me, I didnt have near enough tire or brakes left going downhill." The old man nodded to his student, wisps of smoke clouding the space between them. He knew the boy was right, but didnt feel sorry in the least bit. "The car is heavy, we need to do something about that" the boy began agian "or if not that then add more horsepower so my advantage uphill is undebiable." "It was your idea to reserve the drivetrain, you thought it would help right?" The old mans voice was now drawing out, letting this lesson sink in and sting deep. "Yes, and that was a smart move both for the street and track races." The old man nodded as he spoke, his eyes never wandering from the face of his pupil. "We will come up with a new plan tomarrow and hopefully order some decent parts, go get some rest." The boy nodded and trudged off into his room, located neatly behind the garage walls.
While the boy slept the old man waited by the Impala, his hand still on the hood. It had been his car before giving it to this student, and he feared its time was almost up. Exiting the garage through the workers entrance door, he tossed his cigarette to the side. Slowly he made his way to the side of the building where a tow truck sat with a cloaked figure on its bed. The old man looked at the curved figure beneath the sheets, like a beautiful woman naked beneath satin. "This will cement our chances," the old man spoke as he placed a hand beneath the sheet feeling the soft skin "you will be his partner in victory." The night seemed to pass and eventually the old man retired, but not before moving the new addition into the garage.
Keston awoke the next morning and struggled to roll out of his bed, waking up after he raced seemed to become harder and harder. It wasn't as if sleep offered him much of an escape anyways, racing was always in his dreams. More then that it brought him deeper into the addicting aspect of his life, the speed. He would awake most of the nights freezing, only to find that he had "heel-toed" his sheets off the bed. He rose with the a speed that betrayed his ability to drive all together. Slipping into some lazy day clothes, he headed downstairs for some breakfast. It was his day off from the garage, having grown up with Theo and Dane it was only right that they went into buisness together. Of course their buisness was to follow after something they loved, customizing and racing cars. So Keaton's grandfather had issued them a buisness loan, and his father was "hired" to take care of their bills and expenses acting as their accountant. The shop specialized in the tuning and customization of vehicles but it wasn't out of the boys reach to do small maintenane or an oil change for an elderly citizen every now and then.
Keaton strolled through the kitchen, scrounging up a less then healthy breakfast of day old doughtnuts and extra strong coffee, making his way to the garage. Though it was his day off it was always hard for any of the boys to stay away from the cars they loved. Opening the door was a problem, with both hands filled with food and drink, so a simple solution came to mind. Dane looked up from under the hood of a Ford SVT hatchback, and laughed. "Well now if that isnt the cutest thing I've seen all morning," Dane said as Keaton approached with the doughnut hanging out of his mouth. Keaton smirked and munched down a bit of his treat, his eyes scanning the engine of the Ford. "Guy is putting in an air cooled Vortech supercharger, should be a quick little ride afterwards" Dane spoke as he worked on removing the carbon fiber air box the owner had previously installed. Keaton nodded his approval and munched down a bit more, the doughnut slowly disappearing. Moving on in his rounds, Keaton noted that his Evolution had been parked in its normal spot a white sheet covering it. Suddenlly Keaton bumped into the desk corner and grummbled as the pain shot through his toe. "Smooth," Theo's voice barked from behind the desk. The older boy was gathering paper work and a clipboard, "I gotta go deal with some customers, try not to make us look worse then you already do." Theo grinned as Keaton flipped him the bird. Keaton followed Theo out, and stood leaning agianst the open garage door watching his friend approach two young looking girls. Almost choking on his next bite, he noticed the vehicles which the girls were driving. There it sat, the same Cappuccino that had been on the mountain last night. Keaton slipped back into the garage and thanked Theo for covering his Evolution up, those girls had gotten a good look at his car and could surely give the plates to police. Even though the plates they used when they raced were fake, it was still a problem to have the numbers circulating. Peering slightly around the corner Keaton noticed how beautiful the driver of he car was. Her short blonde hair, bright blue eyes, her body was stunning. He couldnt hear much of what she said because her noisy friend kept interjecting with less then intelligent anecdotes. "I think the starter is busted, or maybe some of the wiring came undone" the beauty was speaking "I just installed a new ignition cap and ECU, plus I swapped the fusebox." Theo nodded writing down all of what she said, impressed with her knowledge. Suddenlly the noisy girl pipped up saying something rediculous about how she thought it was the fuel pump. This angered Theo, who had a short temper for stupid people in general, who commented on how it was only the drivers input which mattered. The noisy girl calmed down but still sputtered remarks under her breath.