Revenge And The Awakening

by .59

11:00pm. Feroci Garage.

Tonight just doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t know what it is... the air... the police... who knows...

some things never change though. And that's the fact that there's some battling within the ranks, as usual. Today GT-1 has his turbo kit installed. And groundride has his 993 in working order... I wonder how that's going to turn out...

they both get into their respective cars and rev the engines. It’s rare to see two Porsches racing AGAINST each other... and even rarer to have them on the same team... so this is a bit of a treat for the spectators.

The two cars move slowly through the crowd to take their places at the onramp. Two low-pitched boxer engine notes pierce the somewhat quiet night and they rocket off onto the wangan to decide who has the best tuning. 2 engine notes rise and fade into silence.

Back on ground level in front of the garage, Dal is making fun of Maceo's bB and the questionable women entering and exiting it. He then makes fun of his goofy driving. And Maceo promptly reminds him of the painful scorching he acquired last time the two raced.

This once again pushes Dal over the edge. "I bet your diesel-ass car won’t beat me today." "Oh really? 500000 yen says it will." says Maceo. "Consider it a race." Dal retorts. “Just give me a hour."

"what's that about my ass now?" diesel asks. "A loud resounding "nothing" is heard, and he goes back to racing against zap in GT3.

11 minutes pass and groundride returns, victorious, with GT-1 just after him with a red-hot exhaust, somewhat-charred rear bodywork, and a speeding fine thanks to an undercover cop in an RX-7. OZ's just waiting for a race to take part in to unleash the power of the 6G72 in the newly unveiled mirage.

but.

That strange feeling is still there and he decides to chill out for tonight's races. He puts the cover back on the car, and goes into the shop to poke at the wankers playing GT3.

A pitch black aristo pulls up... its pav, and he brought stef. French books and notepads pour out of stef's side of the car and he retrieves them before going inside to join the little GT3 tournament that's forming.

More people fill the lot as
11:30 comes around, now some of the outsiders are inside giving the team what for at GT3... "I thought WE were the best drivers around here" some members think.

That gets a little trite as a few people are dominating, so the party heads outside for a little parking lot drifting. It’s darker than normal tonight... I’d attribute it to the clouds hanging overhead though. But that shouldn’t hinder the drifting any. A few ricers pull into the lot with their neon underglow, NawZ stickers, 21-inch wheels, loud music, even LOUDER paint, and too many other tasteless goodies to mention. The leader of this group of misfits is called the nostril. His car has every part his underlings are using, PLUS a 450ps engine. Over on his side of the bay, he's like a god.

I mean... noone else has an imported civic coupe with a supercharged H22A with teh NawZ. So he's unrivaled. He beats Porsches and other high-dollar sports cars on the regular.

"Yo, I’m the best driver, I know this... well... because I am." says nostril. "And none of my buddies seem to disagree. I’m a good driver"

this loud-ass civic, with loud-ass paint, loud-ass music, and a driver wearing the loudest yellow shirt ever sticks out like a sore thumb once he leaves the area his clique has decided to occupy.

He walks over to the garage, since that seems to be where all the action is. While making his way over, there is a path forming for him to walk down. It seems all these people respect him... I mean... this is what happens in his area wherever he goes. But in this instance the people seem to be looking a little harder than normal and then whispering to their neighbors. Maybe they be liking his raw gear, yo... whatever it is they're getting the f...well... you know.. out of his way. He reaches the garage and knocks on the door. "I hear you guys race." "I race too. I’m a really good driver too."

there are 2 R31s in the lot and he decides to make them his targets for the night.75's busy with the GT3 tourney, so lys has to smack this guy up.

Looks like nostril had another loud attribute... that cologne's so thick, you can damn-near see it.

Has this guy ever heard of tone it down?

Lys walks with nostril over to his car. (With a nice 5-foot lead, of course) he then pops the hood. Stock. "Now what does it prove to beat an unmodified car? nothing." he says. Lys then runs, while holding his breath, back to the shop. He can finally breathe again.

Nostril then makes his way back to the shop. "Who’s the fastest around here?!" he yells, commanding attention.
Alvin’s out of town on business, and we haven’t seen .59 all day... so that means Maceo's the fastest. He’s over there. Nostril goes over to Maceo and challenges him to a race. "I can’t, dude. I have another race to prep for. And it's not exactly one to blow off. There’s a half-a-million yen on the line." "Whatever, dude" nostril replies. "You just don’t have the balls to take me because you know you'd lose... and badly." "Well, hey, if it's that important to get your ignorant ASS handed to you, I’m not one to stop you." Maceo replies. “Put up 500k yen and you're in." nostril reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 50 yen coin. "um.. uh.. I have to go to my car to get that kinda money, I’m in though" Maceo continues working on his car for the race. Midnight’s approaching.

Nostril’s sitting in his car dangling his legs out the window with the music turned up loud. His little group (15 guys) has drawn some attention now. They’ve synchronized their CD players and they're all playing the same song. And you guessed it. It’s LOUD. The guys with the airbag suspensions are dancing their cars to the beat, and there's neon and strobe lighting illuminating the area. It looks like an outdoor nightclub over there. They know how to put on a show, I’ll give them that much.

Midnight rolls around and it's time for the main event.

By now the crowd has doubled. Looks like some people called out their friends. "If you guys lose to this dude, you're OUT" uzer reminds them. "Not something you need to worry about" they both reply.

They both hop into their cars. And Maceo was expecting the supra...

not today.

Dal’s cherry red NSX makes Maceo think for a short while, but he regains his confidence quickly. His car beats Mclarens.

The two put their silencers in so as not to scare off nostril and his crew on the drive over to their area on the lot. The 3 cars are all sitting there. Maceo’s legendary NSX, Dal's mysterious NSX, and... Nostril’s well... riced... civic. the two explain the rules of the race to the newcomer and everyone shows the amount of money they agreed on earlier. The money is entrusted to zap today... he now has 1.5m yen in his possession... that's a pretty hefty chunk for just ONE race. They explain that it's going to be a long distance race on this outing, the 30km run. Nostril agrees, and they get back into their cars.

Dal and Maceo now remove their silencers and nostril revs his civic... it's the loudest note of them all... but it sounds like something's broken. A 5-inch tip does nothing for acoustics...

Maceo and Dal are careful not to rev too high above idle so as not to scare nostril off. He continues bouncing his car off the limiter as they cruise up the on-ramp. They reach the freeway and nostril hits the juice and speeds off. Dal and Maceo are both still revving low and keeping up the facade that they're slow.

By now nostril has a truly massive lead, a bit over 8 km. he cranks up his music and makes a call to his buddies telling them about how he won the race and put down 2 MORE NSXes. Seeing as his car is loaded with electronics, he can actually transmit video to prove he's right.

This video is being projected up onto the side of feroci's garage and everyone's surprised at his speed... it's not every day a civic tops 310 km/h.

Nostril’s cruising along with the music blaring, and 2 pairs of headlights creep up on him about 20km into the race. He’s not looking in the mirrors, he's too busy dodging trucks and late night traffic for that. AND he has to figure out how he's going to spend his 1,500,000 yen that he's going to acquire soon.

Another few kilometers pass, and the headlights are closer, but accompanied by some noise. Again, it's disregarded because there's more important stuff in front of him, besides... noone can catch a car going THAT fast, and with THAT kind of lead.

This time only one km passes. The headlights and sound are closer... and noticeable. 2 NSXes are weaving back and forth behind him and he sees headlights dancing in the rear view.

And they're still getting closer. Nostril plants it harder and gives the nitrous one last squeeze. He takes one hand off the wheel and waves at the mirror while he presses the nitrous button on the steering wheel. "buh-bye" he says in the music-dampened cabin.

But what's this?! He’s used his nitrous... but they're still gaining. He looks down at his dash readout and sees he's gained speed. He’s now doing 337km/h and the rev needle's awful close to the redline.

The NSXes gain even closer, now they're so close their engine notes are causing a rumble in his car.

They then rip past at over 370km/h on either side of him with no signs of slowing down. The cars are going so fast that when they go past nostril's civic, the turbulence makes his car jump 5cm off the ground. It comes back down and there's a carpet of sparks as the car bottoms out. And puts a flat bottom on that big-ass ricer-can exhaust. All this is transmitted back to the garage where the crowd jumps up and roars at the display of speed they're seeing.

The two NSXes are now fading off into the distance still accelerating. Dal’s in 5th, Maceo's in 6th, Dal shifts up to try to catch Maceo whose in front and his exhaust spits a yellow flame as he momentarily lifts to shift. Maceo is slowly being reeled in, and Dal is thinking only of passing him. With a press of the accelerator, Dal pushes into the lead, and pulls away slightly.

A dark vibe passes over nostril and there's a bright gleam in the mirror. Everything flashes white and he loses focus for an instant as his car is once again rocked by turbulence.

But where from?

All that's in front of him is nothing.

The people outside the garage saw something though. For a split second there was what seemed to be a metal-dotted black outline in sight.

What could that have been?

Dal and Maceo soon see this same gleam and hear what sounds like the cry of a weeping apparition from behind. They’re both nearing 398km/h and that horrible wail is getting closer.

"what the f*ck?!" Maceo thinks as he hits the 400km/h mark."

This... just... isn’t... possible."

Dal presses the accelerator harder in an attempt to escape the sound. An eerie light flashes over the two NSXes as the clouds pull away to reveal a full moon.

Now that Dal's flooring it he passes Maceo and is nearing 410 km/h

with the moon now illuminating the freeway, the origin of that noise is now clearly visible. It’s a dark vehicle with some sort of... mask on it.

The car gets closer. And the headlights go off. But it's too late now. With only 3km left in the race Dal's in front, with Maceo following closely, that ghost? Car closing in and nostril trailing pathetically behind.

Both NSXes rip forward at 415+km/h.

The dark car seems to accelerate out of nowhere and shoots off into the distance, fading into nothingness... a speck on the horizon. Only leaving a glimpse at the rear end for a short while.

If WE'RE doing over 415, he must have been doing close to 450... But how... it looked like any other NSX...

looks can be deceiving.

842ps... 3.8-liter single turbo V6... in a car that only weighs ~855kg...

not any other NSX. Suzaku. The weeping apparition.

This shook all the participants in the race, but noone ever told of it, because they weren’t even sure THEY had seen it.

Dal and Maceo stopped at a rest area and discussed options.

They decided, noone else needed to know of this and returned as normal.

Maceo congratulated Dal on his revenge... err... victory, and nostril never finished the race. He just turned around and came back. The night ended as it normally would... with everyone in .59's garage stall playing DDR.

But... wasn’t he gone earlier? nah... coincidence... yeah. That’s what it was. Just pure coincidence.

Nostril arrived back at the lot around 2a as all the confused viewers and participants were leaving.

And everyone left with one thing on their mind. That ghostly black flash.

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