I wrote this about a year ago. So, it wont be that good. But, allwell.
Half of you will hve no idea what is happening, because this a follow up to a story which has been erased from my PC. I'll try and clarify parts, though.
Oh, yeah. A street racer is a person who races cars on the streets (illegally) for money. This is story one: The life "Blacklist 1".
Opening Confidential Data...
Please select alias...
Confirmed: Selected Blacklist 1; Nickname: Elusive...
Changing status to: Wanted; Level: International.
Northern Beach, Seabay city
"Well well well. Look who we have here. Another kid waiting for his sentence to jail?"
Elusive, former territorial king of Seabay, parks his tuned Chevrolet Corvette Stingray alongside the other racers cars. Elusive ignored the man with the ease of having heard it all before - because he had.
"Wrong way round, my friend." Replies Elusive, "That M3 GTR doesn't stand a chance."
"Neither do you," one of the crowd inturepts, "This guy is Number One on the Blacklist. Your lucky to even be here, lined up next to Cross."
"Shut it," Cross said, "I don't need you, wannabe. You let this hobo through to me," he got into his M3 and started the engine. "Now, Frank, be a good little mechanic and get my parts ready for his car."
Elusive had almost forgot: His pinkslip. The key to getting the keys for another rivals car. It was a risky game - a childs game - but he had won 14 times. What was stopping him winning this last one?
"I'm not racing today," Elusive said slowly, "I left my 'slip at the police checkpoint. Tommorow, okay?"
Cross nodded and drove off, leaving tire smoke. The crowd dispersed. And now Elusive could go get his pinkslip from the other side of the checkpoint.
Police Security Checkpoint, outskirts of Seabay
Elusive bought his 'vette to a halt a quatre mile away from the checkpoint. He would have to plan this carefully.
The police on foot were no problem. The one stuck in the cars all day - they were the challenge.
And to think I basically owned this place, he thought. Now look at me.
His tight escape over the vast chasm was close. Now they had built a bridge there. If they had done that any earlier, his escape would have been easy.
Wait, no. None of the police made it over. The helicopters crashed into the trees around it. Now what will happen if I have to escape again?
Elusive put it out of his mind by charging down the road at full throttle and smashing through the police roadblock. His personal mechanic, Neville, could fix up the dents later. He picked his moment in all the confusion to pick up his pinkslip and get back to his 'vette. By the time he made it, however, the police had regrouped and were now attempting to arrest him.
It's just like old times.
Even the radio chatter was like old times. Elusive could tap into the police frequency with the help of former undercover cop Nikki. Hell, she had been his girlfriend at one point, before he had to skip town.
Does she still love me?
"Dispatch, dangerous driver heading west on 23rd street!"
"Roger that, Charlie Two, detailing a roadblock to form up at the junction to highway 206."
"I need more Code 4 units. I'm still code ten!"
Elusive bought his car up alongside some scafolding, and clipped it. It fell ontop of 2 of the 6 vehicle chasing him. And that's exactly when he heard his worst nightmare fly over head...
"Heli Delta fourty-nine, on scene."
"Monitor possible escape routes and inform all Code 6 units."
"Roger that, Dispatch."
Elusive decided that he had two ways of escape; a forest or trying to trick out the helicopter by entering a tunnel and exiting the way he entered.
The odds weren't good either way.
But he had a reason to escape now, and it was more than some cash; he was going to find Nikki and tell her how he feels.
And thats when he made his choice.