Fast and Furious: Future (editing and adding to)

Chapter 1: 1327

Glancingin my rear view mirror, I saw the Ford and Toyota trying to beat eachother. The Nissan was missing. It wasn't behind the others either.'Where...?' I began to ask myself and then looked in my left wingmirror. The reflection was headlights, familiar shaped headlights.How he was keeping up with me, I didn't know but I couldn't lethim level with or beat me. My revs were nearing the red again so Ishifted up and swerved in front of my opponent, disrupting his line.He tried to swerve around my right side though I cut him off again,seeing his line. Knowing the course, I hit my breaks and shifted downtwo gears and took a hard right, missing a large garbage bin byinches. Letting the revs build up again, I saw the hood of the Nissanlevel with my front passenger window out of the corner of my eye. 'Ohno you don't,' I said to myself. My right foot went down on thegas as far as it would go.

Fromhere on it were four left turns and at the end was the finish line.There was no sign of the Toyota and Ford in my mirrors so I forgotabout them. All my focus turned onto the Nissan and the blonde youthbehind the steering wheel. I had to beat him; no rookie had won onthese streets since thirty odd years ago at least and even then itwas a local who lived here. Whenever his nose would edge in front ofmine, I would press my right foot down just that bit more to keep upand, in some cases, pass him again. It was so close, it infuriatedme. This was not good for my focus. Instead of shifting from third tofourth after rounding a corner, I shifted to fifth. Why the hell Idid that I do not know nor even remembered. The Nissan shot ahead ofme as I head the engine resonance change as he too changed gear. Itwas the last straight and I saw the finished line half a mile ahead.

Desperate,I braced myself and pushed my thumb hard onto the little red buttonon my steering wheel. The car jolted as the Nos gas sprayed into thepiston chambers of the engine. With a few fidgety corrections of thesteering, I had control and whizzed past my opponent. The last fewhundred yards to go and I knew I had him... That was until his nosezoomed past mine, followed by the rest of the car until all I saw ofit was tail lights.

Mybrakes squealed and my Mustang jerked to an abrupt halt. The airaround me filled with tyre smoke as I breathed hard, my clenchedhands gripping onto the steering wheel. 'No.' My eyebrowsfurrowed. 'How? How did that happen?' I asked myself.

'Ella!'I heard André to my left. He ran over, Carl and Fern behind him.Everyone else was swarmed around the Nissan. Before André couldtouch my car, I opened the door and got out. I stood up straight andlooked over at my opponent. He saw me and pushed his way through tocome over.

'Goodrace, man,' Carlos said, shaking his hand and tapping his shoulder.

Turningsideways, I put my hand on the roof of my car. 'I want to know...how did you do that?'

Hehalf-smirked at my question. 'Easy. I drive better than you.'There was a cry of 'Ooo's' behind and around us.

'Noway. I want to know what you've got in that car.'

Hedid a half-turn and gestured for me to go over to his ride. 'Take alook then.'

AndI did. I propped up the scolding hot hood and checked the engine bay.'What the...?' I looked up at him (he was now only a foot awayfrom me). 'How the hell did you fit those parts and tune the car ina day?'

Hisexpression turned to one of bemusement. 'I had help.'

Islammed the hood shut and swallowed my pride. 'Hmm, well. You musthave good mechanic friends. Who are they?' I asked out ofcuriosity.

'Myfamily.'

Therewas a sudden commotion. All the spectators and drivers began rushingto the mass of parked cars. I had seen this happen many times beforeand I knew precisely what it meant. 'Cops.'