CONTENT HEAVY! Dawn Of The Mythic 1-3. Jake Ross' Gaiden and final hurrah: "Lost My Way" coming soon

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An original fiction, based from cars, tracks and features from Gran Turismo 6.
Author: SomePlayaDude.



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Thanks for reading. Let's get into the action, eh?


A legend in hiding steps up to bring a new level in racing that nobody's ever seen. The representation of a real road to glory that will reward those that persevere challenge after challenge. Will it all pay off eventually?


And your host today is (changes every update, be on the lookout for someone you might want :D):


"They call me Jacob.. Jacob Ross. I remembered before this Dawn Of The Mythic, there's this large poster with me on it from this Author's mind. It's called the Legacy Of The Dark Horse. Read it if you want, but it's not compulsory. Still stubborn? Let me take you there.

With all the effort from that fiction brought here and more, here's the table of contents. And no: it's not going to start in Tokyo."



Paul Henderson. (Twice)

Sonny Meng Xian Zhen.

Murphy "Murph" Barrister.

Boniface Richelieu.

Kirk Ackepoke.

Nirvana Kellen.

Clark Kayne.

Nami Seno.

Gary Dhetto.

Jacob Ross. (Twice, current)

Hayato Matsumoto.

Hamza Abdul.

Nash Kirkham

Gerald Masterson


Lucia Weiss

Isamu Adachi


Table Of Contents:


Post 1: Opening, disclaimer, table of contents.. This post, essentially.

Post 2: Detailed character biographies.

Post 3: The super serious bro moment room Mini Blog posts, explaining my opinions of the fiction world.

Post 4: Crossover rules and parameters.
Also: Crossover Chapter Details: TO BE PUT SOON!




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PROLOGUE

Like all legends.
All carry humble, simple beginnings.
But how can simplicity be only so brief to many.



Prologue - Part 1: Dragon Awakening.


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Theme: Coldplay - Paradise.

"Two men are on a short quest to find one man. Known by them as the Highland Wyrm, Paul steps up to be the protagonist of this story. But, what these two men prepare for him isn't what he expected."


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Prologue - Part 2: The Richelieu.



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Theme: Pendulum - Crush.

"Paul decides to spend some quality time with some friends, despite being against his wife's interests. Meanwhile, a shadow haunts his family, currently on the loose for our hero. But why?"


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Prologue - Part 3: West Icon In East Atlantic.


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Theme: Metallica - Better Than You.

"A practice run goes awry as Paul's wife suddenly had to head to the hospital to give birth. Upon arrival, terror strikes as a dark soul takes advantage of the situation."


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Prologue - Part 4: Messing With... A Sonufa B****!.


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Theme: Nazareth - Hair Of The Dog. NSFW

"Receiving the car of his dreams, Paul gets his grips on driving it at the pace he's known with. But only one track far, far away awaits, and all eyes point to the Chimera that resides there.."


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Prologue - Part 5: Reckless.


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Theme: Toto - Stop Loving You.

"Upon the many hijinks that happen today, Paul stumbles upon Kate a third time. Meanwhile, Gary gets to know how important are morals for playing croquet, and Jacob settles the affair he currently goes through."


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Prologue Finale: Beings.


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Theme: Journey - Only The Young.

"Clark goes through a mental alteration in racing belief, with the help of an adopted nephew. Meanwhile, Nash sets benchmarks in the legendary Goodwood Hill Climb, and the Richelieu spend no expense in making a mark."


FIN PROLOGUE

A year had passed since a major street racing event shook the racing world.

The men partially responsible for about everything within that race had more intents than to leave behind that legacy alone. They waited until the time is right. Clark Kayne, and Nash Kirkham. Two legends of two different sides, with the same goal: glory in the pursuit of speed.

Their first objective: to find the underdog of their small racing team: the Mythic. A perfect bred of racers, built for no surrender, and made for perfection. This underdog they seek is former touring car racer, and lead character Paul Henderson, living in London. Along his close friend, Billy Bob Marsden, Paul was given an earth shaking decision: to bring Mythic into fame. To him, that decision relied on the word of his wife: Carrie Henderson.


The green light of this decision led to the revival of Nash into society.


Just as the moves are made, Billy Bob answered a question running amok in Paul's head. The answer lies within a nightclub in Central London. Meeting with other closer friends, namely bodyguard Englehart, and rockstar slash magician Armand von Mysticio.

When the night looked dandy, a shadow cast upon the Henderson family, and a tip regarding the presence of Nuclear Baroness Mirielle Richelieu and her siblings led to more chaos. Chased by uprising assassin Amadine Richelieu, Paul's life was at stake.

The shadow earlier then rears it's ugly head in the form of Amadine's true rival, and little sister Ginoa Fantoccia. Saving Paul's life with the help of gangster Gary Dhetto, Ginoa's role in Paul's life went to being his 24 hour bodyguard after a year of hiding. Soon, Clark reveals that the Mythic have approached the UK, and are to be met by Paul himself soon.


Striding a shadow across the island nation is a man, known as The Dark Horse. With personal gain as his intent, he strikes.

Paul sees to his wife after the sudden birth of his second child: a boy. Among the friendly were the old master Alan Robinson, his newly wed wife Nami Seno, the reliable family doctor Jayendra Singh, and one more.

Jacob Ross, a man once holding inner conflict and always having his unbeatable skill and potential, returns from his slumber after the sunset. Who knew he would be to act and take over as Paul's second child's godfather?

Paul took the moment to get along his brother in law as he reveals the new weapon that will shake the racing world of today. With Nash and Gary on stun, the real wonder is why he's not with his wife anymore.

Unable to bring Paul respite, Ginoa and Jacob makes moves that made Paul very cross, but was soon cleared due to the man's luck reaching a new peak. This luck comes in as a brand new weapon for his racing: One-77.


He has waited his moment, but Paul was ready. But he wasn't ready for a man with the ego of a whale.

About to leave London for a faraway track up north, Paul reunites with his bigger sister Fiona Henderson. Having their moments, the track awaits!

Reaching Grand Valley Speedway, Paul reached the benchmark he needed, and looked upon the track record he puts some of his pride on. With a track day happening straight after, Paul was then devastated by the badass that rode by and demolish said record.

Revealed as American-Asian Badass Sonny Meng Xian Zhen, Paul approaches the racing celebrity and his brand new tuned Viper. Having the hook, line and sinker for his guests, Sonny revealed to Paul his inclusion in crime, and his second in command Kirk Ackepoke.

Putting aside his pride, Paul strives to be one step ahead of the man claiming to be such. Barely managing that after some reviewing and thoughts, the gang witness the reveal of a legend. And inside that legend is Jacob, putting a mark on his best friend, and to Paul as well.


After all of this, the last of the Mythic is sought by many. Strangely enough, even to Paul.


Along the mess in the backyard, Paul awakes a drunken hangover with the face of his rival Boniface Richelieu. Catching up on lost time, an incident involving a wooden sphere hit the lower section of the body left the memories either in pain, or in joy.

Planning another appointment with Singh, Paul meets up with Jacob a third time, and with someone else. This is his teacher's second protege, better known as her youth overtakes her current era's talent: Lucia Weiss. With little time to serve, he leaves their company, only to at least not witness the terror of her temper.

With Singh's appointment done, Paul uses some ill gotten information to find his wife out in London alone, and isn't pleased when the larger family decisions are out of his reach. Unexpectedly, they settle quickly, and the last of the Mythic gives Paul a hard time with the attempted spying gone disastrous.

Passing by Nash, they then finally confront Rin Nishimura: the last of the Mythic, and Jacob's wife. Unable to cope with events happening before, she momentarily split up with her husband. Being their seventh anniversary, Jacob's moves surprised her again, putting all the split up nonsense to waste after a brand new Lexus LFA stole the show.


Ending it all with a bang, the story soon starts to make shape.


A report of a police chase on the M1 involving street racing Messiah Clark Kayne comes to the eyes of Alan and Nami, who the latter then sees a feared face in her eyes: the face of Japanese racing hearthrob Hayato Matsumoto.

Hayato's presence in the UK was due to the legal signing of his role as Nash's successor. Meeting with his uncle Clark, they head to the Robinson home by Westminster to put away a sense of doubt in Clark's mind: the one that changed his life.

With emotion running the whole night, Clark soon took a new ideal new. One that'll satisfy his need for speed, and the woman he once loved. It'll be soon before we see Clark's change back when he was the rookie everyone looks in praise.

Nash then soon makes his introduction to the Mythic, revealing Hayato's role, and inviting them to a day at Goodwood Hill Climb. No doubt they wouldn't say no.

The Hill Climb was no regular day at the forest. It was the same day Lucia received a surprise induction to the secretive Mythic racing team. This opportunity also served as a benchmark for the team, and their cars of choice.

With all's done, the Irish mob, led by the Richelieu to eliminate Nash and his group, make their first attempt to stop them from rising, from an unknown enemy. Unfortunately, stiff opponents in the form of the Ghosts and Jacob's ambush put the plans into disarray.

An unexpected revelation in the form of Ginoa's deception prompted a small task force led by insa- *reads note* not so insane Irish "New Blacklist" racer Murphy 'Murph' Barrister to rescue their friend. Seeing all what's happening, Nash was none too pleased.

Heading to the grave of the unfortunate love interest, Clark bids farewell once more, and the brothers make their announcement: to make Mythic bigger than it should be, and to find the perpetrators of their dream.

It's still dark out, and the Mythic are on a quest to find the best amongst the infinite void, to bring back their shine of glory.





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CHAPTER 1 - FIERY BLAZE
STARRING: PAUL HENDERSON, The Underdog.


A dragon is no doubt a fearsome being.
A reason why is the flames it breathes out.
Paul breathes these flames; the flames of rivalry.



Post 31:
Chapter 1, Part 1: Everything Ages, But Speed.



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Theme: U2 - Where The Streets Have No Name

"Unable to move on his new objective, Paul receives an invite to an exclusive sports racing tournament from his rival. The day's entertainment ceases to end, as he unexpectedly heads towards Brands Hatch to witness a world war."


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Chapter 1, Part 2: Mirielle's Gambit.


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Theme: The Vaccines - Bad Mood

"Unpleased with her little brother's offer, Mirielle takes action against Paul and a few others. Also, we get a small glimpse at Ginoa's origins as an assassin, and her close relation to the current enemy."


Post 40:
Chapter 1, Part 3: Wisdom Of Outlaws And Nomads.


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"To put Paul in business after setting a goal, a favor is called from Nash, as Jacob calls in friends: 'the wildest racer in the world', and 'the queen of the Nurburgring' for some assistance. Meanwhile, Hayato takes flight to see what's wrong with his current father."



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CHAPTER 2 - AMERICA SHEDS A TEAR
STARRING: SONNY MENG XIAN ZHEN, The Badass.


The cover of the book is what he looks past.
The Chimera knows how the plans will carry out to progress these challenges.
A badass lures in trouble, and he's the very one to be a step ahead!



Post X: (Coming Very Soon)
Chapter 2, Part 1: Once Upon A Time, There Was VENOM JUST FREAKING EVERYWHERE, OH GOD!



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Theme: Poison - Nothin' But A Good Time

"Moving back in time, we witness how Sonny fell in love with an SRT Viper before the creation of his killer car: The Beast. Explained also is the presence of how his Cali Ghosts came to be, and how a certain lady in the sand came to spite him."



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CHAPTER 3 - LEGENDS OF THE DARK HORSE
STARRING: JACOB "JAKE" ROSS, The Dark Horse.


No grain of sand he left unseen or untouched.
These grains tell us that the law never caught up to him.
With the sands disturbed, a new order come to power, and their line of work brought back the true dominators of street racing: The New Blacklist.



Post X: (Coming Very Soon)
Chapter 3, Part 1: Return To Power.


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Theme: Metallica - No Leaf Clover

"A Ford Owners Car Meet in Atlanta goes berserk at a new revelation. Knowing his role in said reveal, Jacob furiously sets out to find the source of the trail he unintentionally left behind."



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GAIDENS (SIDE STORIES)

Behind each face: a tale worth mentioning.
See the bits and bobs that made them who they are.
And more importantly: how they still remain relevant today.



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Gaiden: Atlantic Crossing.
Theme: American.


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Theme: Led Zeppelin - Black Dog.

"Explaining the appearances of not so relevant duo Gary and Ginoa, see the last days of them in America, as the man escapes from a much bigger threat than they've imagined. Also: see some more characters, both new and old make impressions."



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Gaiden: Sonny And The Beast.
Theme: BADASS.


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Theme: The Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You.

"One normal day in California, American Asian Badass Sonny Meng takes his own SRT Viper for a spin, and carries on to transform it to a 'Dark Horse' brand of ultimate tuned vehicles. Helping him is his biker gang slash mechanic crew: The California Ghosts."



Post 39:
Gaiden: Behind The Mask - A Shinobi's Uprising.
Theme: Backstory.


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Theme: Madeon - Shuriken.

"A rainy day in Suzuka keeps away the racers that come daily, with the exception of Japan's young, hot star racer Hayato Matsumoto. But he wasn't alone. A duo comprising of 2 university students barges in to bask at this ninja's presence, but more words expel by the mention of one racer: Outlaw".



Post X: (Coming, to be expected after Chapter 1)
Gaiden: Angelos and Raiko.
Theme: Backstory


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Theme: Architecture In Helsinki - I Might Survive (Goldroom Remix)

"Enter Angelos Marius: a 3 year veteran in the road rally business, and the only known threat around the roads of Zahara. Recently in his prime, he makes moves that led to people willing to end his life. Afraid of his fate, the stars align, allowing him to get help from Raiko himself."



Post X: (Coming up!)
Gaiden: Lost My Way.
Theme: Celebrating Legacy Of The Dark Horse's finishing and GT6's 1 year anniversary at early December 2013.


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Theme: Metallica - Ronnie.

"Post Legacy Of The Dark Horse, witness Jake Ross make an effort to change from his top class street racing roots to a family man. Expect to see the origins from his tribute Shelby GT500 to his dream car: the Ford GT40P Mk.1

The tale will take perspective in Jacob Ross' eyes."



FROM MYSELF:
THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING.
 
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Back with a reboot, it's time for biographies. Tutorial.


~ Quote. This quote is pretty much a hint of their motives, or personality.

Name: Self explanatory. Nicknames also put here.

Age: It would make sense to know how old the characters are.

Debut: In which part of the fiction would you meet this person for the first time?

Prequel Role: Has this character been present in Legacy Of The Dark Horse, and what role too.

Nationality: Is this the country of birth? Yes. It'll be nicer to get a firmer hold on where they belong.

Leitmotif: Not normally important, but every character from here on will carry one. Why? It's nice to know how it feels to be with him/her. Also, development is good.

Racing experience: A skill that shows importance due to the nature being in a racing game. It's going to be mostly vague for most of them, so go on and predict who's the best.

Car preference: Simply put, this guy's a brand loyalist. But which brand? Or maybe what sort of car? This is going to be a very flexible section.

Likes: A brief explanation on someone's choice of things. It's not going to be detailed in a large way, though.

Dislikes: Yuck! What do you hate?

Strengths: A new section! Aside from racing skills, this person has some things he/she does better than the norm.

Weaknesses: And worse too..

Looks: A fun new section! It's time you get to visualize the characters in your head. Drawings? Maybe. Consists of various features on face and hairstyle. Also: body shape?

Preferred clothing: Yes. I know. In normal situations, this is what you can imagine what they wear. The detail here is demanding, so a new character is just another job to do. Note that this won't mean they wear this 24/7; it means it's what they wear most of the time.

Personality: Get to know the style of how they go. You will see the words "kind", "caring" and "serious" a lot here.

Inspiration: Not everyone comes from my mind. A little touch somewhere and it develops for them. From anime, movies or games(mostly games, but it varies), these are some of the sources of how this character came to be.

Brief Description:
How about something to begin with?

Cars Revealed:
Aside from their traits and clothing, cars can be used as a reminder on who this is, and such. Only cars shown in story so far will be seen.



And.. here we go!


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~ It's an opportunity i can't miss. I won't let the challenge stare down to me!

Name: Paul Henderson.

Age: 33.

Debut: Prologue: Part 1.

Prequel Role: Antagonist of Chapter 3, but under force.

Nationality: Scottish.

Leitmotif: Van Halen - Dancing In The Street.

Racing Experience: Refined professional. Even under pressure, he won't give any chances.

Car Preference: Aston Martin.

Likes: His family. His belief in luck. Jackie Stewart.

Dislikes: Those who think stereotypically of him, such as bagpipes and kilts.

Strengths: Tries his best at most times. Has an aptitude to learn whatever is beneficial. Easy to motivate.

Weaknesses: Always relies on others sometimes. Not exactly brave or strong. A drunk.

Looks: Brown scruffy, layered medium hair. Small signs of beard and chops, shaving occasionally. Larger patch of hair under chin. Caucasian skin. Medium build.

Preferred Clothing: Trenchcoat. Underneath his red sweater: a gold "No Fear" Colin McRae tribute V-neck. Brown long pants. Blue Reebok everyday shoes. Can be seen with a cap, and a red plaid scarf.

Personality: All around nice guy, can be boastful when luck comes into play. Timid at times, but slowly getting hardier over time. Thinks of others often.

Inspiration: Duncan McCloud (Highlander), Colin McRae.

Brief Description:
Taking a neutral stance in racing after select incidents, Paul has to slowly realize that with what skills he gained as part of the Mythic racing project, he has to put them to use. An avid fan of racing when he first met Jackie Stewart in his youth, Paul wanted to feel special like the Flying Scot is, and he knew that nothing can stop him if the spirit will overcome all obstacles.

Cars Revealed:

Aston Martin V12 Vantage - White Drake.


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Aston Martin One-77 - Icon.


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~ It's about time my name soars higher than that of N.Z. himself.

Name: Nash Kirkham.

Age: 38.

Debut: Prologue: Part 1

Prequel Role: Mysterious recurring support character introduced by the climax of chapter 2, plays major role in ending.

Nationality: British.

Leitmotif: Coldplay - Speed Of Sound

Racing Experience: Mere words cannot express how he does it like a real winner.

Car Preference: The McLaren F1 family. Minis before the age of it's enlargement.

Likes: Planning every step, Knowing he's right, mysterious actions.

Dislikes: Failure, those unable to stand up for what they believe.

Strengths: High IQ. Goes far to figure out solutions to problems. Plans ahead a lot.

Weaknesses: Relies on plans to go in motion. Isn't too confident on making large moves. Slow to recover should a mistake be made.

Looks: Grey, gelled back hair. Signs of plastic surgery made on face, such as unnatural smoothness and lack of any natural wounds. Handsome for his age of 38, and lacking any wrinkles. Slightly whiter than a regular Caucasian.

Preferred Clothing: Hooded designer coat, with sweater. Black slacks. Black undershirt. Mountaineering boots. Brown leather gloves.

Personality: Likes to hide his personality as much as he can. Acts smart, does things smart, and is all around smart. Has high amounts of patience. Not many know of his current state at most times.

Inspiration: Jonathan Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventures), Jim Moriarty (BBC Network's Sherlock), Joshua Graham 'The Burned Man' (Fallout New Vegas)

Brief Description:
A legendary racer, well recognized within the iconic racers of today, if the public didn't say he's dead. Using this veil, he plans and waits for the right moment to come back out of hiding and shake the world of racing. The last heir of a rich, wealthy family in Manchester, Nash takes the role of a youthful mentor.

Cars Revealed:

McLaren F1 GTR MSO - Spectre


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Dodge Viper SRT10 ACR '10 - Diamondback.


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Abarth 500 - Pocket Ferrari.



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McLaren F1 - Undisputed


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~ I was the king, but one thing's for sure: I stared down true fear and lived unharmed.

Name: Unknown real name, goes with Clark Kayne.

Age: 35.

Debut: Prologue - Part 1.

Prequel Role: Main antagonist of Chapter 4 and ending. Has different intentions than that of the main antagonist.

Nationality: British/Welsh.

Leitmotif: Avenged Sevenfold - Hail To The King.

Racing Experience: Never been caught on the streets. Loses are just so rare to him.

Car Preference: Italian, preferably Ferrari. Owns a multitude of them.

Likes: Enraging others, those worthy of his respect, his look consisting of his trucker hat and Louis Vuitton sunglasses, his brother: Nash Kirkham.

Dislikes: Those not thinking outside their confides, his former family.

Strengths: Smart, and can apply his teachings in many ways. Tough, and is determined depending on beliefs. Putting pressure in anyone's feelings.

Weaknesses: Doesn't want to look back at bad things. Thinks he's on top at all times.

Looks: Short, Caesar cut red hair, with aggressive eyes and small mouth with little emotion. Hides face always.

Preferred Clothing: Expensive trucker hat, and Louis Vuitton sunglasses on face. Grey hooded leather jacket, with a white singlet underneath. Expensive Tommy Hilfiger jeans and white belt. Expensive black Clark's shoes/boots.

Personality: Cruel, unrelenting. Can end up beating someone if the mood is sour. Serious on improving self as he watches others. Inside the evil face is an honest heart, but not exposed after his first death.

Inspiration: Clark Still (King Of Fighters), Bryan Fury (Tekken), Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 5)

Brief Description:
Brutal, hateful, but the king of all street racers out there. Already proven his worth, Clark struggles to find footing in even higher levels of what he could've achieved if it weren't for that one incident. An undetected criminal on Interpol's Most Wanted, he knows the ins and outs of his living. Never had the world seen a more soulless racer, but that's just the cover of the book.

Cars Revealed:

Lamborghini Countach 25th Anniversary - Tragedy


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Ferrari 430 Scuderia - Cavallo Della Malvagita


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Ferrari FXX - Messiah's Revalation


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Ferrari SP1 - Prophet


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~ I reckon you all need is the truth. The truth's too far gone in the cor-rupt, but it's there, i s:censored: you not.

Name: Billy Bob Marsden.

Age: 35.

Debut: Prologue - Part 1.

Prequel Role: None. New Character.

Nationality: North American.

Leitmotif: Unwritten Law - F.I.G.H.T.

Racing Experience: Little.

Car Preference: All about style and looks.

Likes: Vintage gun collection, mind games, spaghetti westerns.

Dislikes: Comedy blockbusters, bad luck in gambling.

Strengths: Knows how to read emotions and feelings by their face. Confident at most times. Works harder as he reaches deeper into desperation.

Weaknesses: Can be unlucky at times. Unhealthy, while not overweight in any way.

Looks: Scruffy, long brown hair. White, braced teeth. Clean face, with no facial hair. Rough, southern look.

Preferred Clothing: Grey suit vest with white collared undershirt. A small blue bowtie. Suit pants with matching grey color. Suede blue shoes. Nice leather belt, with silver buckle. A district's attorney badge, proof of his profession.

Personality: Laid back, southern. Knows a liar when he sees one, and can conceal the biggest bluffs with ease. Judgmental of others, but knows when he sees a good choice. A country bumpkin outside the courts of law, but when inside: appears like a different man.

Inspiration: Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney series), The Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Scooter (Borderlands).

Brief Description:
A lawyer. But not just your average lawyer. He's a pig herding, banjo playing, square dancing lawyer, whose performance within the courtroom has him called: "Judge Bill". A man with a high price to hire, but worth the money should a win be needed, being able to just make any turnabout to his favor.

Cars Revealed:

Alfa Romeo Brera Sky Window - The (Car)vaggio.


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~ I've learned a lot from you, Honey. And with that, i want to extend my help even further ahead.

Name: Carrie Robinson.

Age: 33.

Debut: Prologue - Part 1.

Prequel Role: Small cameo in the Ending of Chapter 3.

Nationality: English.

Leitmotif: The Cars - My Best Friend's Girl.

Racing Experience: None, but watches her husband often. Has little interest in pursuing should the chance comes.

Car Preference: None, but something cute and sporty.

Likes: Being there when they need her, her family, cleaning up Paul's messes.

Dislikes: Bad students, being the only normal member of her family, to her mind.

Strengths: Supportive. Experienced in the art of teaching.

Weaknesses: Fond of not telling anyone what she does. A soft person. Worries about her family too much.

Looks: Clean, straight, long layered brushed blonde hair, tucked backwards. Held with a hair clip on top to keep it at such. Pretty smile, and eyes are rather low at most times.

Preferred Clothing: A blue dress/robe, with a white shirt up top. Brown sandals. A golden bracelet, and a wedding ring.

Personality: Caring, at most. Can be too negotiable, finding the small things to her dislike as a must to change. A neat freak, but always hated housework when her husband's not helping.

Inspiration: Erina Pendleton (JoJo's Bizarre Adventures), Eliza (Street Fighter).

Brief Description:
Wife of Paul Henderson. A natural at keeping a home safe and clean, she's also a lecturer in a university in London. Having a father that does car racing before, she's no stranger to what is an apex, what is oversteer or even what a differential is. Has no interest in her husband's views, but loves him for dedication to his mentor: her father.

Cars Revealed:

Peugeot RCZ - A Coupe For Her.


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~ Now there's a blue suede bopping on a high heeled shoe *rock tune*. Balling round together like a wrecking crew *same rock tune*. Oooooohhh be-bop alula baby, what I say. You gotta get a dose of rock and roll on each and every day!

Name: Armand von Mysticio.

Age: Unknown.

Debut: Prologue - Part 2.

Prequel Role: None.

Nationality: German/English.

Leitmotif: Bon Jovi - I'll Be There For You.

Racing Experience: None, but isn't a slacker when it comes to cruising in high speed.

Car Preference: Classy 50-60s Americans.

Likes: Rock n Roll, his expensive vintage guitar, magic tricks, hiding his secrets.

Dislikes: Being found out, horrible critique.

Strengths: A natural virtuoso. Has an aura that makes him extremely likable. Knows how to keep secrets.

Weaknesses: Unable to cope with conflict. Doesn't take tragedies well.

Looks: Pair of turqoise gem earrings. Clean, straight drop down medium hair, with rough edges. Large forehead. Green eyes and slightly dark skin.

Preferred Clothing: Aqua suit, with white undershirt and black tie. White suit pants. White slip ons with beige treads. An expensive watch.

Personality: One with the muse. Goes with the flow. Always positive, and happy. Great vibe, and people always feel happy around him. Brings his guitar 24/7, except during bedtime. Can act or express with a tune of his guitar.

Inspiration: Rockers of the 80s.

Brief Description:
By day, he is a Vegas stage magician. By night, he is a musician, passionate to bring back the golden age of music from the 80s. A mystery in his own right, nobody knows where he came from, or even why he wanted to do these things on stage. Fame? Fortune? Because it's fun?

Cars Revealed:

Jay Leno Oldsmobile Toronado - Moody Blues.


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~ Moron..

Name: Englehart (no surname).

Age: Unknown.

Debut: Prologue - Part 2.

Prequel Role: None. New Character.

Nationality: Mexican.

Leitmotif: Ladytron - Ghosts.

Racing Experience: Little.

Car Preference: His Maserati.

Likes: Charity, his fists, knowing how to use his fists.

Dislikes: Idiots, being asked too many questions.

Strengths: Hiding his talent in unarmed combat. Talented in various martial arts. Protective.

Weaknesses: Talking in long sentences. Making logical arguments. Not attractive; relies too much on sex appeal.

Looks: Orange thick, parted hair, with short blocked nape. Tall face, and skinny cheeks. Darker skin, for a Latino. Skinny, but muscly build.

Preferred Clothing: Peach long sleeved dress shirt, with expensive watch and 80s bellbottom jeans. Black leather belt. Black suede shoes.

Personality: Emotionless, but not stupid. Reliable to his two fists if things cannot be negotiable. Quiet, but not shy. Scary to those he decides to stare upon.

Inspiration: Kenshiro (Fist Of The North Star), Eliot Spencer (Leverage), K' (King Of Fighters).

Brief Description:
A silent, Latino giant. Englehart's only way of preferred communication is by knuckle sandwich. Also a mystery, he prefers to keep those who question him with his own bare hands. Well versed in any fighting style known to man.

Cars Revealed:

Maserati GranTurismo S - A Burning Passion


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~ After this and that, everything is going what should be... my favor.

Name: Mirielle Richelieu.

Age: 30.

Debut: Prologue - Part 2.

Prequel Role: None. New character.

Nationality: French

Leitmotif: Spiderbait - Black Betty.

Racing Experience: None, but is tutored by her younger brother to drive.

Car Preference: Economic cars that look good.

Likes: Things going smoothly, being a leader, croissants.

Dislikes: Mud on her clothing, not getting the attention she wants.

Strengths: Makes smart decisions. Has access to family wealth. Gets what she wants with the snap of a finger.

Weaknesses: Too unexposed to the world. Heartless to whoever she doesn't care about. Watches on the money more than the details. Is often frowned upon.

Looks: Blonde. Clean hair with a large braided ponytail. Silver ribbons holding the braids. Always clean and regularly applies white make up on face. Lolita.

Preferred Clothing: Dark crimson, sleeveless Lolita dress, with white trimmings and black heels. Patterned stockings. Seen with a fox scarf occasionally.

Personality: A b:censored:, heartless and cold to total strangers. A smart, endearing and powerful ally to her friends. Doesn't care about money unless she loses a lot of it. Smart, and calculated. Bratty, but hardly ever overexerts her emotions.

Inspiration: Rachel Alucard (Blazblue), Any Disney Princess that involves a medieval castle and a dress.

Brief Description:
The second of a wealthy French family, but considered the leader. A genius in making business decisions, it earned her the name of the Nuclear Baroness on the market. Also knows about Mythic from an anonymous source, and is willing to make use of them, should it go that way.

Cars Revealed:

Tesla Model S Signature - Efficacy.


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~ Why is it I, the ever so amazing and perfect, living under the shadow of that one.. the one they call the Assassin?

Name: Amadine Richelieu.

Age: 32.

Debut: Prologue - Part 2.

Prequel Role: None. New Character.

Nationality: French

Leitmotif: Pearl Jam - Go.

Racing Experience: None.

Car Preference: Whatever will get her there fast.

Likes: Cats, her bespoke blades and throwing knives collection, clean kills.

Dislikes: Those who know her true identity, the Assassin of infamy.

Strengths: Very high stamina. Body is greatly built and has the look of a tough, Nordic female. Flexible at many of life's skills.

Weaknesses: Unable to easily cope living under a shadow. A perfectionist, will panic at a slight miscalculation.

Looks: Dark green, long flowing hair. Thin eyeliner. Green eyes with the stare of a panther. Serious face, especially notable mouth.

Preferred Clothing: Designer coat concealing her inner outfit: a black commando suit with tight pants. Black mountain shoes. Leather gloves. A sports watch.

Personality: Thinks everyone is below her. A perfectionist, who cleans all traces and leaves nothing behind. Disturbed at her rival's fame, and is willing to take that fear away from her mind. Hates being the underdog, and is willing to attain the top spot she thinks she deserves.

Inspiration: Shego (Kim Possible), Paige (TRON: Uprising), Joe The Condor (Science Ninja Team: Gatchaman).

Brief Description:
The first of a wealthy French family. A self taught assassin whose name is on the rise, but still under the shadow of a certain Assassin. Having thought the Assassin already dead for a year, her name starts rising in infamy. Sharing nothing to the police but a note, her tactics of causing death are intriguing, because there is none.

Cars Revealed:

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~ Everyone expects so much of me. Hmm.. i wonder what it'll take to convince them I'm so much better than that?

Name: Boniface Richelieu.

Age: 27.

Debut: Prologue - Part 2.

Prequel Role: None. New Character.

Nationality: French.

Leitmotif: Yes - Leave It.

Racing Experience: A go karter from youth. A touring car racer since he's 20. A veteran at all types of racing except F1.

Car Preference: Lightweight cruisers.

Likes: Good wine, helping others, the golden age of racing.

Dislikes: Bad wine, being called an underdog when his potential is already fully shown.

Strengths: A gentleman. Is often liked by the people around him. Puts honesty above all else. Dislikes treachery.

Weaknesses: Getting along with his sisters' ideals. Slow to adapting new ideas.

Looks: Fine, straight, combed backwards black hair, with a white stripe in between. Young, handsome rounded face. Eyes always seem shut. No facial hair.

Preferred Clothing: Black tuxedo with an orange stripe on his left chest, going from shoulder to foot. White undershirt, with orange bow tie. Brown fine shoes. White silk gloves.

Personality: Unnaturally nice, but has an odd vibe to carry with. Honest, and tries to be likable to those he meet. Thinks high end, lives high end, drives high end. Judges everything he doesn't know by exploiting it's flaws.

Inspiration: Cress (Pokemon - Black & White), Shelley de Killer (Ace Attorney: Justice For All), Lewis Hamilton.

Brief Description:
The third of a wealthy French family. A bred racer from youth, his skills are honed from a young age, regardless of what people think of him. Especially helpful to his sisters, and respectful to his opponents. Many call him a gentleman in racing, if being one of the home butlers is a favorite hobby of his.

Cars Revealed:

KTM X-BOW R - Aerodynamic.


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~ I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap. Dummies try to be the king but the ace is back!

Name: Gary Dhetto.

Age: 26.

Debut: Prologue - Part 2.

Prequel Role: Support role since debut in Chapter 1.

Nationality: American.

Leitmotif: Rob Zombie - Never Gonna Stop.

Racing Experience: Recently got into street racing. Winning the races isn't without wound, but it's effectively high level.

Car Preference: SRT Power.

Likes: Gold, showing off his wealth with his own interest, being the boss.

Dislikes: Posh English, nosy Europeans aside from the UK.

Strengths: Speedy and agile. Knows how to drive and use a gun at the same time. Always positive.

Weaknesses: No charm, despite the many attempts to get women. Can lead to rash decisions at most times.

Looks: Brown teenage bob cut. Patch of black skin on his left eye. Sympathetic look, with wrinkles of genetics already showing. Green eyes. Shiny teeth.

Preferred Clothing: Dark Purple V neck, with a Fleur de lis behind, and chains of gold covering the front (which shows the number 00). White jogging sweatpants. Black sneakers with gold infused shoe laces. Various rings and an expensive branded watch.

Personality: Quirky, always positive. Cheery, and always in a good mood. When serious, he will be serious. Inappropriate at times, always showing his guns when times aren't right. Isn't afraid of doing dirty work.

Inspiration: The Boss (Saints' Row), Claude (GTA 3), Murdock (The A-Team), OG Loc (GTA: San Andreas).

Brief Description:
A Los Angeles gangster, born and grown on the streets. Having no relation to the racing world outside the streets, Gary's rite of passage will be when he knows he can prove himself. Naturally, a stud and a dedicated leader, he knows what to expect in any suspicious situation. Also: a class A pervert.

Cars Revealed:

SRT Charger SRT8 - Ghetto Barge.


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~ You have the privilege of meeting the Infamous Assassin. But, that's a double edged sword, because... you'll know why.

Name: Ginoa Fantoccia.

Age: 28.

Debut: Prologue - Part 2.

Prequel Role: Side antagonist of Chapter 3. Turned ally in Chapter 4 onwards.

Nationality: French/British.

Leitmotif: KMFDM - Virus.

Racing Experience: None, but has experience in driving fast.

Car Preference: Cars that people would stare at and say.. wow.

Likes: Weapons embedded within her whole body, money in her many bank accounts, simplicity.

Dislikes: Impracticality, heights.

Strengths: Knows how to deal with many problems. Linguistic. Pretty.

Weaknesses: Always reliant on killing someone. Scared of death.

Looks: Medium cobalt hair, with a red clip holding the hair straight (Clip is another hidden knife). Clear front. Clean face, with no sign of makeup. Has a scary face when angry, but a pleasant smile when in a good mood.

Preferred Clothing: Dark blue designer tank top. Bangles on her wrists (both emit electricity on contact). Black jeans. Purple slippers.

Personality: Lives pridefully under her codename. Would do anything to preserve self. Prides on preserving her infamy, and tries keeping on top form at all times. Gets bored easy.

Inspiration: The Williams Sisters (Tekken), Kasumi Goto (Mass Effect), various protagonists of the Assassin's Creed games.

Brief Description:
Dead.. to the public. The infamous Assassin, known all over the underworld for her efforts such as killing the impossible to kill. Police were once on high alert for her death, and will be if she doesn't get cautious about what's to come. Also: likes to prove women can be strong if they put their mind into it.

Cars Revealed:

TVR Tamora - Azure


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~ Singh is on the duty! Always bringing you pleasureness in life, what'll be your medicine today?

Name: Jayendra Singh.

Age: 47.

Debut: Prologue - Part 3.

Prequel Role: Small cameo in the Ending of Chapter 3.

Nationality: Indian.

Leitmotif: The Doobie Brothers - The Doctor.

Racing Experience: None.

Car Preference: His NSX.

Likes: Peace, ensuring his dignity is where it deserves to be, treating others.

Dislikes: Being useless, people who stoop low over Indians.

Strengths: Perceptive. Helpful and wishes that no problem is left unsolved.

Weaknesses: Can get a little angry when pushed.

Looks: Bald, with graying black hair on the sides. Moderately dark skin. Large forehead, with a look that brings smiles to children. Serious look, but with a non serious vibe.

Preferred Clothing: Purple sweater, with a striped vest on top. Khaki pants. Red Crocs. Can be seen with doctor robe.

Personality: A Buddhist: peaceful. Appreciates people helping him and him helping back. Is willing to help the most dire of all situations, should it be feasible. Just wants to prove effort wins the race, not the brand name.

Inspiration: Rajesh Guthrapali (Big Bang Theory), Apu (The Simpsons).

Brief Description:
A doctor working many jobs at once, from domestic outpatients, to psychological consultant. Likes to believe that only hard work will get what you need, not because of being one sided. An Indian living in the UK, he sets himself as the one to help others and not be abused.

Cars Revealed:

NSX Type R '02 - Relic


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~ I was the second, and by my word, the dynasty of N.Z would carry on in the spirit of the automobile.

Name: Alan Robinson.

Age: 56.

Debut: Prologue - Part 3.

Prequel Role: Support from Chapter 1. Very minor role onwards Chapter 3.

Nationality: British.

Leitmotif: Queen - The Show Must Go On.

Racing Experience: Dormant, but potent. Can return to racing if the FIA allowed him to.

Car Preference: Jaguars. Vintage.

Likes: Being neat, victory that is purely fair and square, his proteges: Paul and Lucia.

Dislikes: Deception, messy places.

Strengths: Experienced in all manners of racing. A natural teacher.

Weaknesses: Afraid of getting too old. Can be too out of character sometimes.

Looks: Short, edgy hair, with a small beard on his chin. Face proves age. A pair of glasses. An exposed forehead.

Preferred Clothing: White undershirt with a red suit vest. Black pants. Black Clark's suede shoes. Always rolls on his undershirt.

Personality: Advisor of life. A father that could've been to many people. Essentially has 3 children, while wife passed away with one. A natural father and butler, when it's needed.

Inspiration: Valkenhayn R. Hellsing (BlazBlue), Alfred Pennyworth (Batman), The Doctor (Doctor Who).

Brief Description:
The Bristol Harbinger: a racer well known for his efforts racing for Jaguar back in the 90s. An unfortunate case as an only parent of a child, he has the skills of being a great father, having raised two more of his own proteges from dust to be the racers that will succeed him.

Cars Revealed:

Jaguar XKR-S - Much More Sharper


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~ Everyone's been wondering how I've been doing in my life? After enough tragedies, it's these last years I'll savor.

Name: Nami Seno.

Age: 57.

Debut: Prologue - Part 3.

Prequel Role: Minor character from Chapter 2.

Nationality: Japanese.

Leitmotif: The Cure - Pictures Of You.

Racing Experience: None. Has spectated a lifetime's worth of it.

Car Preference: Whatever her former husband owns. This means that Veyron as well? Yikes.

Likes: Her only daughter, family, being secretive.

Dislikes: Those that worry too much about the elderly.

Strengths: Always looks positively. Wise and knows what to say in any situation.

Weaknesses: Can't think properly under too much stress. Reliant on getting what she wants to live normally.

Looks: Traditional Japanese hairstyle. Hair is grey, but still smooth, unnaturally. Few wrinkles around face.

Preferred Clothing: A fuschia, flower patterned kimono. Straw slippers, but may wear regular clothing for the cold.

Personality: Kind and caring, and full of wisdom. Can help fill in a void of doubt with answers that she personally knows throughout her life.

Inspiration: Katara (Avatar: The Legend Of Korra).

Brief Description:
An elderly Japanese widow. Having lost too much in her life beforehand, she seeks to find a second opportunity in the UK after marrying Alan Robinson. With confidence, she can make anyone smile from a bad day, and give hope to those needing such.

Cars Revealed:

Audi R8 4.2 FSI R Tronic - Rider Of The Storm


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~ Striding the sands, leaving nobody ahead. I am supreme, but there's the time i have to prove such before that will live as my motto.

Name: Jacob Ross.

Age: 32

Debut: Prologue - Part 3.

Prequel Role: THE Protagonist. Nuff said, an important character to return.

Nationality: American.

Leitmotif: Metallica - Better Than You.

Racing Experience: Unrivaled, unparalleled, unimaginable, undisputed, but unproven in the big leagues.

Car Preference: Heavy duty Fords.

Likes: Superiority, his army roots, his wife.

Dislikes: Those who threaten him and his allies' paths, unworthy drivers that face him.

Strengths: Masterfully skilled in many aspects of life. Incredible physical state.

Weaknesses: Fails to hide any blemish that always comes to him. Can be too confident, or too egotistical. Can lose control in the limits of sanity.

Looks: Thickened black crew cut. Sharp face, with a look that naturally screams anger and seriousness. Commonly shaves face. A helmet tattoo on the side of his neck. Always wears a black cowboy hat: bespoke, but infamous.

Preferred Clothing: Black leather jacket, with a horse motif behind. Mysterious zipper by his left shoulder. Thick, grey undershirt. Grey jeans. Casual climbing boots. A pendant on his neck.

Personality: Serious with a capital S. If he wants to take it, he will take it. An expert in oh so many useful aspects of life, such as combat, crime, racing and being the leader of a family. Can use weaknesses against anyone he faces. Cocky, but not by much.

Inspiration: Big Boss (Metal Gear Solid 5), John Marston (Red Dead: Redemption), Jack Rourke (Need For Speed: The Run).

Brief Description:
The legendary Dark Horse: a street racer whose performance mimics those of top league racers. Having experience in all sorts of situations, from dire to dangerous, Jacob has the mind and muscle to work through them, be it with or without struggle. A great representative of big block Fords, should it be official.

Cars Revealed:

Ford GT '06 - The Dark Horse


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Ford Shelby GT500 '13 - Outlaw's Purification/Tribute to the GT500 Legend.



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Grand Touring Garage 1970 Ford Mustang Trans Cammer - Eternal.


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~ I don't really care, but i want to see how far has my brother reached out before needing his own sister's assistance.

Name: Fiona Henderson.

Age: 35.

Debut: Prologue - Part 4.

Prequel Role: None. New character.

Nationality: Scottish.

Leitmotif: Tina Turner feat. Sting - On Silent Wings

Racing Experience: None.

Car Preference: Useful in all ways.

Likes: Children, having a sense of achievement in effort, her own ego in terms of beauty, dancing.

Dislikes: Disrespectful people, low class things.

Strengths: Charismatic. Knows what to say to make anyone feel better. Smart.

Weaknesses: Bitter hearted aside from children. Always reliant on own sex appeal to get attention.

Looks: Long, straight orange hair. Flashy, gold earrings. Face clear of any blemish and always very shiny. Wavy eyelashes, and dark eyeliner.

Preferred Clothing: Various high end dresses, with matching heels to come with. Can be seen with sunglasses, a head scarf or a coat, depending on the weather.

Personality: Rude, polar opposite of polite, but knows what respect is, and has a smart mind, despite being uneducated in the highest level. Cares a lot to her own things, like her face and her Range Rover.

Inspiration: Victoria Beckham, Human Fiona (Shrek), Theresa (Fable: The Lost Chapters).

Brief Description:
Smart, sexy, pretty runway model. Lacking any success in the world of geniuses, her charm makes that up for her. While normally a bad person, she's incredibly easy to impress, and likes to make sure the world in her mind isn't a sad one.

Cars Revealed:

Land Rover Range Rover Evoque Coupe Dynamic - Executive's Choice


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~ Guess again, freakshow. I'm coming back, and the last thing that's gonna go through YOUR mind before you get your ass handed is... I've already lost!

Name: Sonny Meng Xian Zhen.

Age: 31.

Debut: Prologue - Part 4.

Prequel Role: Deuretagonist of Chapter 3, demoted to extra afterwards. Super Badass Author Avatar.

Nationality: Singaporean/American.

Leitmotives (yes, he's that badass):
The Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You.
Rush - Vapor Trails.

Racing Experience: Praising it is an understatement.

Car Preference: American Muscle. American supercars (that actually exist).

Likes: Peace and quiet, the 90s age of WWE brand professional wrestling (and argues about it too), reprising and waving the Stars And Stripes along with the Singaporean flag: the Singapura.

Dislikes: Racist people, paparazzi and media attention.

Strengths: Incredible charisma and determination in interests. Generally agreed is a bad ass.

Weaknesses: Tries too hard to make good impressions. Does not take well to seeing himself in shame, or under heavy criticism. Traumatized in what he does best.

Looks: Long, black curly hairdo that stoops down. Moustache and goatee. Visibly Asian face, but with American vibe. Incredibly clean, and arranged face. Asian eyes, but American nose and mouth.

Preferred Clothing: Cobalt biker jacket, with a ghastly burning skull in the back, with words saying: Cali Ghosts. Red singlet. Black jeans. Biker boots. Biker gloves. 2 rings with a skull motif on each hand.

Personality: Cocky. Speaks casually all the time. Laid back. Refuses to hurt women. Surprisingly smart, due to education. Committiing to any interest will be relentless.

Inspiration: SomePlayaDude, The 'American Badass' Undertaker (WWE), Johnny Gat (Saints' Row), Raymond Mak (Sleeping Dogs).

Brief Description:
An American, but a native Singaporean. While racing isn't his forte before getting motivated, it's now part of his life and ego. Living the life of an American millionaire, he also gets out and gets some American fresh air in the form of his biker gang: The California Ghosts.

Cars Revealed:

SRT Viper GTS '13 - The Beast


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~ Look at me when i say: I am truly unimpressed at what you're trying to accomplish.

Name: Kirk Ackepoke.

Age: 29.

Debut: Prologue - Part 4.

Prequel Role: None. New character, more realistic Author Avatar.

Nationality: American.

Leitmotif: ZZ Top - I Gotsta Get Paid.

Racing Experience: Moderate. Being tutored by his boss/biker brother Sonny for a while, and improves at an alarming rate.

Car Preference: Vintage, American Muscle.

Likes: The shouts of a V8 engine from a big block, the thrill of cruising at high speed, his brothers; blood and gang.

Dislikes: The complex reason of life, the blind view of elitist racers towards muscle cars.

Strengths: Knows what to do when a quota is given. Plans very well. Great at arguing what's not agreeable to him.

Weaknesses: Shy. Not easy to get along with.

Looks: Medium black hair, with a ponytail to hold it all. Rounded cheeks. Pleasant smile. Slightly larger mouth than the norm. Black eyes.

Preferred Clothing: Black t-shirt, with a picture of a ghastly burning skull, with words saying: Cali Ghosts. Blue cargos. Biker boots. Biker gloves. Can be seen with a brown leather jacket, with the same picture on his t-shirt shown on it's back. A small swiss army knife in his back pocket for the dirty dealings.

Personality: Shy, but tough. Always thinks a lot. Isn't afraid to get dirty in life, already committing felonies. Experienced with living on the road at all times. Likes to show off whenever he has something that'll be impressive.

Inspiration: SomePlayaDude, Hero (Fable: The Lost Chapters), Craig Boone (Fallout: New Vegas.)

Brief Description:
The right hand man of Sonny. Being also his secretary, and biker brother, Kirk is mostly a quiet person who lets his celebrity other talk for him. Has no plans on making his own moment in the spotlight, but is willing to help Sonny make those moments great.

Cars Revealed:

Pozzi Motorsports Camaro - Born To Be Wild



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~ I live under the guise of perfection. Good to see that I achieved such, but what's the fun if there isn't any challenge?

Name: Lucia Weiss.

Age: 21

Debut: Prologue - Part 5.

Prequel Role: Side character, featured in a few moments from Chapter 1 and 3.

Nationality: German.

Leitmotif: Robbie Williams - Different.

Racing Experience: Constantly improving.

Car Preference: Her many tuned cars, preferably a sleeper BMW 1 series.

Likes: Being one ahead of the regulars, trying out a new tune for any car she sees.

Dislikes: Stupid people, those that push her temper a little too far.

Strengths: Looks that can kill. Masterful mechanic. Can defend herself and others.

Weaknesses: A short fuse. Actually being a softie beneath the short fuse.

Looks: Blonde, straight falling medium/long hair. Disciplined face. Rather triangular chin area. Has lipstick and make up on, but not prominent.

Preferred Clothing: Rose colored mini dress. Visible knees and arms. Matching sandals. Tolerant to cold, but can be seen wearing a large coat. Can also be seen wearing a racing outfit for the times to tune a car.

Personality: Serious in her work, but tries her best to be friendly, with a rather serious demeanor. Has a temper that you don't want to push... no really, just DON'T.

Inspiration: Audrey (Atlantis: The Lost Empire), Marceline The Vampire Queen (Adventure Time), Ada Wong (Resident Evil 4).

Brief Description:
Raised by Alan, Lucia is well known as the Prodigy of German Tuning, due to a special course offered by Toyota. Already stepped up to be the tuner of a friends LM racing team, she takes her time off to visit her mentor and her fellow student. Is well known to have quite the temper that you don't want to push.

Cars Revealed:

BMW Concept 1 Series tii - Mitternacht


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~ What was once the damsel.. is better known as the real hero in these parts!

Name: Rin Nishimura.

Age: 28.

Debut: Prologue - Part 5.

Prequel Role: Main plot device, but stars as a side character in Chapter 4.

Nationality: Japanese.

Leitmotif: Muse - Uprising.

Racing Experience: Has experience in all but the most brutal race types, and performs top notch depending on what she feels like.

Car Preference: Lexus 'F' Models.

Likes: Taking good care of herself, the intricacies of technology, extreme sports.

Dislikes: Old things, people commenting about her behind her back.

Strengths: Very fast learner. Jack of all trades. Pretty.

Weaknesses: Can be classified as insane. Timid. Inappropriate at times.

Looks: Burgundy medium bob. Face is clear of blemishes. Thin, pretty triangular face. Small mouth, but large smile width.

Preferred Clothing: A one piece sports outfit reaching to her knees, with her name in Kanji all over. Knee socks underneath a pair of Nike running shoes matching the color of her outfit. Can be seen wearing a jacket with tank top and jeans instead; intending to mimic her husband. Has multiple clothing to back up her multiple aliases.

Personality: Can be odd, but is like Pandora's Box: you'll never know until you open her. Normally reluctant and shy to strangers though. A tomboy at times.

Inspiration: Gum (Jet Set Radio), Barbara Gordon/Batgirl (Batman), Baiken (Guilty Gear)

Brief Description:
A slightly crazy woman, but is backed up by showing her prowess in just anything she does, from parkour, extreme sports to racing super high tech F1s. Also married to Jacob Ross, and not exactly the best woman to be wed, when she's not that dedicated on getting a child.

Cars Revealed:

Lexus IS-F - Power Of Eight


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~ Screw the limits they gave me. I live to push that, and go for broke!

Name: Hayato Matsumoto.

Age: 27.

Debut: Prologue - Finale.

Prequel Role: None. Intended antagonist.

Nationality: Japanese/Brazilian.

Leitmotif: The Crystal Method - Play For Real (feat. The Heavy)

Racing Experience: Beyond expectation, but risk is much too high from the norm.

Car Preference: Luxurious Japanese supercars.

Likes: His ninja heritage with the katana he carries, Yoko no Ken (his katana), being under all the attention as who he is.

Dislikes: Those who think he's overrated, people that meet the end of his katana, people who look up to him.

Strengths: Agile. Great reflexes. Has experience in many life threatening situations.

Weaknesses: Is unlikable to most people. Narcissistic, and prefers the company of himself often.

Looks: Medium long, swept back black hair, with strokes of purple. Somewhat comparable to a J-pop star. Has an 'X' tattoo on his cheek; actually a battle scar hiding. Pale skin, for an Asian.

Preferred Clothing: Black ninja mask (covers mouth only, not hair). A modern take on a ninja garb, with features of a ninja clothing with canvas covering, a raisable hood and zippers. Slate cargo pants. Sporty, black running shoes. A katana holder, visible behind, but always assumed a fake, while carrying a real Katana on him always.

Personality: Cocky, narcissistic of his own ego. Crazy about ninjitsu. Is ready for anything, being a former Yakuza enforcer. Playful, and does strange things when he thinks is alone.

Inspiration: Dante (Devil May Cry 3), Kuzco (The Emperor's New Groove), Deadpool (as himself).

Brief Description:
After a year in the league he's been named: Japan's hottest racing icon, overshadowing others in the magazines mostly for his ridiculous persona, his purple hair and his super campy ego. However, this is not just any regular hottie. A top scorer inside the Super Formula league, his racing skills are actually pretty damn good. Also: a mad ninja fanatic, so care is needed when he takes hold of the scabbard behind him.

Cars Revealed:

Honda NSX Concept '13 - Tsukiakari


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High End Performance G37 - American Ninja.


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~ Hoi there, mates. Let the small big man Murph, show how to be best... *sniffs* Well, well.. is that bacon i smell?

Name: Murphy 'Murph' Barrister.

Age: 29.

Debut: Prologue - Finale.

Prequel Role: One of the main support characters, receiving fluctuating roles, but majorly in the prologue and Chapter 3.

Nationality: British/Irish.

Leitmotif: Ash - Orpheus.

Racing Experience: A risk missed is like leaving a restaurant without satisfaction. Also: has skills akin to the proper track racer.

Car Preference: Highly technical, cars built by supreme engineers.

Likes: His car collection, parties, hot chicks, still having some sanity within, bacon.

Dislikes: Doctors, hospitals, those who thinks he's lost his mind, vegetarian food.

Strengths: Making risks.

Weaknesses: Not able to live when the risks overwhelm him.

Looks: Buzzed blonde hair. Thin, rough face, with no facial hair. Wears a bluetooth headset 24/7. May be seen with football fan paint on.

Preferred Clothing: Aston Villa football team jersey, with the number 42 at the back named 'Murph'. Grey sweatpants. Sporty running shoes.

Personality: Insa.. *reads note*.. okay. Slightly insane. A risk taker, and a man with wealth to back up his hobby of racing. Can be rude at times, but is mostly honest and friendly to those that know him. Very hard to get along when you just met him.

Inspiration: Frank Martin (The Transporter), Richard Hammond, Callum (Far Cry 3).

Brief Description:
The epitome of a risk earns reward racer. A former car thief turned to super skilled street racer, Murph's real forte is in car collecting, owning a large secure warehouse in Guildford. Despite this, he has the skills of handling just about anything with cleanliness.

Cars Revealed:

McLaren MP4-12C - Destroyer Mix.


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~ They go faster, or they die. It's their choice.

Name: Rodulf Sorensen.

Age: 29.

Debut: Chapter 1 - Part 2.

Prequel Role: None. New character.

Nationality: Swedish.

Leitmotif: Yngwie Malmsteen - I Am A Viking.

Racing Experience: None, but as a 'justicar' whose weapon is his car? Very hard to escape from, and the other way out is death.

Car Preference: His Veyron, and no other.

Likes: Getting rewards, cheese, his views in Justice, making the racing world in his own image.

Dislikes: Racers of all kinds, his 'only true archnemesis': the Messiah, expensive fees to fix his car.

Strengths: Puts emotions aside to ensure nothing goes wrong. Using fear as a weapon.

Weaknesses: Making use of the softer emotions. Anti social. Violent.

Looks: Medium, side swept blonde hair. Scandinavian look, with green eyes and a thin, hairy chin.

Preferred Clothing: Special long sleeved safety overalls, while unworn on top. White undershirt, with a thin kevlar vest. Combat boots. Combat gloves.

Personality: Silent. Patient. Devoted to justice. Willing to take any risk to get anything done.

Inspiration: Kuroshiki Oni (Street Fighter), Savo (Midnight Club 2), Sergeant Cross (Need For Speed: Most Wanted.)

Brief Description:
Once a devout follower of street racing, this man has a tale on why he turned his back towards it, and becomes the most feared bounty hunter in Europe. What turned him on the road of speed is used in such a way that the justice he serves is considered brutal.

Cars Revealed:

Bugatti Veyron 16:4 '13 - Tainted Love


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~ From worst beginnings, to best ending. With that I say: Zhizn' khorosha.

Name: Leona Mashkov.

Age: 27.

Debut: Chapter 1 - Part 3.

Prequel Role: Supporting role from Prologue and Chapter 3.

Nationality: Russian.

Leitmotif: Garbage - Special.

Racing Experience: Fancy, but not when she's running the Nurburgring.

Car Preference: Mercedes Benz.

Likes: Poshness to everyone that matters, expensive European gems, proving that she's a real queen.

Dislikes: The police, her former family, flimsy technology.

Strengths: Confident. Takes her luck as a factor. Charitable, despite spending habits. Great physical skills.

Weaknesses: Relies on the rich life a lot. Always pushes too hard sometimes. Lacking the initiative.

Looks: Aqua, emo bob hair. Carries hoop earrings. Tough, tomboyish look.

Preferred Clothing: Puffy, fashionable scarf. Shiny pearl necklace. Long, teal wavy dress, with exposed legs. Special pair of heels that can convert to sports shoes.

Personality: Takes her wealth as a way to show off. Tries to sway every man, while always acting as one.

Inspiration: Franziska von Karma (Ace Attorney), Leona (King Of Fighters), Nastasha Romanenko (Metal Gear Solid)

Brief Description:
From rich, communist loyalist, to rebel, to street racer, to gambler, to high level street racing, to the top as a Ring Meister, Leona isn't your regular racing celebrity wannabe. Being a woman of great potential, her skills and a small pinch of luck has gotten her a pretty high position in the racing world.

Cars Revealed:


Mercedes Benz SLS AMG - Diamond Dust


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~ May God almighty himself make these adventures akin to the prophets of our past.

Name: Hamza Abdul "Nomad"

Age: 37.

Debut: Chapter 1 - Part 3.

Prequel Role: None. New character.

Nationality: Arabian.

Leitmotif: The Qemists - Your Revolution.

Racing Experience: A regular pikes peak racer. Not the best, but he's a natural off road. Potentially a top racer.

Car Preference: Unique cars.

Likes: Action and adventure, not wasting time, being part of what he wants to be.

Dislikes: What his nation has become, people who don't tolerate with Muslims.

Strengths: Is very difficult to anger. Calm, and knows good fortune comes with waiting. Handy in many situations.

Weaknesses: Easily influenced under superior's orders. Posh, for an adventurer.

Looks: Slightly darker skin. Short, black hair. Thick eyebrows. Pleasant smile. Thin area of hair where there's normally a beard.

Preferred Clothing: A turban. A polo shirt under an adventure jacket. Flexible, loose fitting jeans. Boots.

Personality: A thinker: wise and very assisting in what he can do. Willing to push hard and go the distance. Endlessly battles with himself on his limits. Wants to show the underdog is more than just that.

Inspiration: The Prince Of Persia, Marlow (Battlefield: Bad Company), Salim (Uncharted 3)

Brief Description:
The president of Pikes Peak racing team Igneus. While most Arabs in Dubai are either busy with money or their expensive lifestyle, Hamza isn't one to stand up to that stereotype of his people. Inspired by the prophets that travel the deserts in their journeys, Hamza seeks to find these joys of adventure, and he goes far and wide to do so.

Cars Revealed:

Lamborghini Reventón - Raptor


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~ From Ring Meister, to German superstar? Maybe being mortal isn't going to be bad, ja?

Name: Williem Weiss

Age: 32

Debut: Chapter 1 - Part 3

Prequel Role: Minor rival character from Chapter 2.

Nationality: German.

Leitmotif: U2 - Elevation

Racing Experience: A track knowledge expert. Knows how to skillfully handle about anything drivable and street legal.

Car Preference: Audis.

Likes: His family, preferably his little sister Lucia. Priding over his Nurburgring prowess. Looking for good opponents.

Dislikes: Sugary and sweet foods, as he is diabetic. Assuming tuners are better than supercars.

Strengths: Likable. Is cool and polite at the same time, which is rare. Understands how to control his own morale.

Weaknesses: Likely to hold back in what he does. Relies on the past.

Looks: Blonde, mid to long scruffy hairdo. Narrow eyes, with a face that shows he smiles a lot.

Preferred Clothing: Black undershirt, with an orange unzipped racing jacket. Orange racing pants. Racing shoes. Can be seen with denim jeans instead, and formal shoes.

Personality: Mostly a nice guy. But can push himself to do things that'll get him above.

Inspiration: Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney), The Medic (Team Fortress 2), Axel (Kingdom Hearts 2)

Brief Description:
Famous for his role as a Nurburgring meister, Williem is a loving brother, competitive racer and all around popular man in one package. Being one of Audi's top test drivers, and a racing quota filling the European standard of greatness is something you shouldn't shrug off easy.

Cars Revealed:
Audi R8 5.2 FSI Quattro Chrome Line - Orange Lightning Plus


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In this section, watch me ridicule myself as some sort of idiot trying to write a story. These 'mini blog posts' will change on how i think about Dawn Of The Mythic on the whole, and fiction writing in this forum altogether. Rules from my disclaimer apply here, so insults apologize, AUP breaking warning etc.


#1 - Destined for retirement? 18/4/14



After three posts of introduction, i feel that my story feels totally underwhelming and disappointing. I thought Jacob Ross' return would spark some interest, but i hoped too high on that, i think.

Is it the lack of appeal that I'm doing here? I've been studying my butt off to make the top notch story Paul Henderson deserves. I took the right actions, and tried to share them in the form of SomeDude's tips (which didn't even get read!). Hey, those tips.. i didn't make them up. TV Tropes was a semi contributor along with the random internet websites.

I have a full heart to finish the prologue, but looking the way I'm receiving credit, i don't think we'll be seeing a Chapter 1 (halfway done, BTW). With SomeDude's tips totally out the bucket, i think the Gaiden stories are the attention takers when it comes to what i write.

That i feel is the only success I've ever seen in the form of a story. I'm looking at other work that inspired me as a writer about Gran Turismo cars and tracks back to the ends of GT5, and i can't help.. but see cliches, negative tropes, things that put off a real serious reader. I can only bear Legacy Of The Dark Horse, but seeing that it's mine, i find biasing myself a flaw.

To think my story's not aimed at the casual reader. What happened to my view of a good story? Does nobody have the same view?! I've stopped giving constructive criticism when i know the author will ignore it altogether.

As much as i would apologize, i don't think i can carry on as an outcast. I'll happily get packing and move on after the prologue. It's a pity, i know. The plans for chapters 2 and 5 are to be real interesting chapters.

To newer writers: don't expect to shake the world with your first post. When the story gets going, that's when you'll see the fruits grow.


#2 - The small unveiling of Rodulf Sorensen: The dark man behind the killer Veyron. 21/4/14


Since i think i won't be getting too far, how about i spill some details regarding an unannounced character?

Aside from the Richelieu, there are a handful of villains coming in to the show. Of all the ones to be announced, the one I've put a lot of pride on is this guy. His motto: If Outlaw was a crook, this guy would be the Devil.

Simply put, this is a man with a mission. He has obsessions with three things:

- His special Veyron '13

- The edicts on what he thinks racing really is: a 'worthless pursuit for worthless people'

- And his views on the justice that he blindly puts his faith in.

What motivated him to do so? Well, I've teased that he's been betrayed by Outlaw. But in what exact way? Also, his role will be a much more fun version of antagonist. Kind of like Team Rocket in terms of how they follow a random Pikachu.

His edicts? And his code of justice? To back these up, this guy's put aside his emotions, and isn't afraid to make a mark by barging in any racing event, including FIA regulated ones!

You can easily guess his arch nemesis. No, it's not Jacob Ross.

EDIT: Leitmotif.

Rodulf: "By Justice, these racers be executed, and rise anew.. an age of Law's dominance!"


#3 - Feedback around here is monotone. SomeDude observes. 27/4/14


I'd say, to bring out the best from each story, we have the simplest of ways to learn: just write and listen to feedback. To me, it appears that isn't the case. To everyone else.. i think it is too, in a much different way.

Looking at Legacy Of The Dark Horse, the amounts of feedback, while... okay.. lacking. That's bad. To improve, i have to pierce through that limit and find more readers. Obviously easier said than done. I don't want to plug like some drag or drift team around here. Come to my shop, and then read away; i ain't forcing you to hide your hate about what i wrote: I'll learn and appreciate. That's how feedback is to be taken: constructively.

And then to the other stories.. I'm seeing the nasty feedback that is just positives. Why is it nasty? Well, in the world of psychology, to only point out what's good will veil and hide the bad coming from the author, and he will continue on this illusion until warned. For all i know, the first blog post is me in that veil: expectant for my story to be a huge hit.

Still not following me? I have to exemplify? Very well.

Imagine a racecar you own. Nice car, lot's of power and tuning. Will go around the track like a breeze and it's the best car ever. Yeah, awesome! Only problem: not legible for this competition you want to enter, or maybe snap oversteer, i dunno. Now.. when you find out, you gotta change. You gotta change ASAP, or else that competition is toast for you, or you'll never have the urge to control your car the way you wanted. The later this is realized, the worse the illusion is in the mind, and it might be impossible to cure.

If you ask me, both the author and the reader have their roles. Make use of these roles to the extent of human nature! Just, not in an angry or argument starting way.


#4 - Another small unveiling: Isamu Adachi - The Street Racing Oni. 29/4/14



What do you mean, if there's too many characters, it's bad if you can't handle it, or if you leave a lot to be useless puppets. I'm going to nag, but no one's going to hear me, so oh well, huh?

Back on hand: who's this fella, you ask? Isamu sounds like a made up name, yeah i know, but it's my attempt to make a memorable character. A good way to make characters memorable is to give them unusual traits and things like that. His nickname? Raiko.

Yep, we got another badass. Not in a trolling manner, by the way. Unlike Sonny however, this guy's a genuine jerk. He thinks of himself, knows himself, and isn't afraid to show himself. With sunglasses and the jacket outfit... cool is his rule.

But this cool is related how? He's just a named racer, huh? That's where you're RWOGN! that spelling.

Isamu's 26 years of age, and a street racing guy. He's got the touch in Wangan, car shows, touge, drifting.. you name it! But what speaks eerily of this guy is how he's received such accolades at his current age. To prevent the case of Mary Sue-ing, Isamu's not perfect, of course.

But... i won't tell why. Don't let the tip of the iceberg be the moment to judge. No wonder i feel the storytellers pain of interfering their telling of a tale.

Leitmotif.

Isamu: "... and you're going to be so amazed *takes out cigarette and tosses aside*"


#5 - Hayato. More than just a tribute, but promoted to my Nippon superstar. 2/5/14



As some of you seen in the Senna thread i started, I've given up on Hayato as the Senna he's intended to be. And, you won't believe me when i say that story was a last second writing, and took me half a day to plan and write to make an engrossing experience with Hayato and SomeDude the Overlord.

I'm sad to split him with such a view, but i have to apologize to see how Hayato stands up above all the Japanese characters I've seen amongst my own Rin Nishimura and the many GT5 fiction I once read. The rest, to me, remain unremembered, being too generic and plain, or just too close to an influence to be original at all.

Tell me, who is a "Black hair with purple strands, ninja imitator"? I'm sure there's some anime with that, but I'm no anime guy (aside JoJo and Hokuto no Ken)

And you can guess.. this led to the making of Isamu Adachi. Isamu's role is to bend your mind and put him as a legend to be remembered. One of his inspirations is the Asian guy Ghost from The Matrix, and it's all from there, really.

Now, you're going to ask me who's Daphne Anders? Okay, slow down. Maybe next time.


#6 - 3 Things: Daphne Anders, status of finale "Beings", and opinion wanted for SomeDude's Fiction Tips V2. 5/5/14



1) The woman that was initially planned to be protagonist. Yep, we're talking about the woman in the GT350. Behold Daphne Anders. Part low wage servant of the nation, part street racer. But that's just about enough on what i want to tell. No, she's single. And her accent? Let's make sure i develop that correctly so she stands out.

No more clone characters or those with shallow interests! Daphne stands out, but how? Aside her accent, her actions too. That even i don't want to tell, because her character style is still in development.

Leitmotif.

Daphne: "Shut your cheeks, hon. I'm the finest little thang the streets have ever seen!"


2) "Beings" will be delayed by a week, but the content inside will contain nothing but the finest of climaxing I've learned. I'm just having trouble getting pictures and moving ahead to chapter 1 without anyone reading. 2 more characters will be introduced, and that you should be able to figure out.

Also: the FXX Messiah's Revelation: the world's fastest street racing machine, will be introduced. That car *whistles*, deserves a gaiden for how much enjoyment i had driving it. A sports soft gained me a time of 6:38 around the Ring after what seems to be an eternity of me tuning and getting used to the drive (650pp). You're the best when you don't crash a wall on the track and drive it without assists (sans ABS, duh).


3) Since i think hardly anyone read and learned from the "oh so SomePlayaDude is a jerk and a 🤬 by sharing his snobby intelligence" fiction writing tips, I'd want to give it another go. But this time, it's about getting the facts in your head, and logically making sure you when you write, you write it better than i do. Don't cry when i decide Rodulf to be involved, okay?


#7 - Announcements! 7/5/14



Don't worry, lads, this here is good news.

Firstly, I'm not retiring until the sun of the Mythic comes to a full rise. I'll want to end it all with a bang, and my heart's wanting for more. So, without further ado, here's some announcements.

- Putting sequelitis aside and burying it in the ground, each subsequent chapter will feature a new protagonist and a new style. This is info I've teased before in a private group. The first chapter will carry on as normal, with Paul Henderson still as our hero.. WHOOPS, I SAID TOO MUCH!

Paul Henderson - Fiery Blaze.
What to expect: Settling of conflicts.
Story Style: Classic, golden age style racing. Imagine the people cheering, and hardships to overcome to get the gold. Influenced by Rush (2013 movie).

~ A dragon is no doubt a fearsome being. A reason why is the flames it breathes out. Paul breathes these flames; the flames of rivalry.

Other chapters will be teased, with them unleashed by the end of "Beings", and... i want feedback. Feedback not on future content or speculation, but on what chapter you want to see first.


- Except this one. What i intend to fill in post #4 are the rules for this special chapter.

Clark Kayne - His Crossing Of Bounds.
What to expect: Crossovers. Flexible.
Story Style: First person protagonist focused tale. Most activity are from his perspective, and mind. Development to a new Clark is to be seen. WILL REQUIRE INPUT FROM 5 DIFFERENT PEOPLE, MINIMUM.

~ He carries no fear, and no compromise. He extends his hand, that signals a challenge to any who can. Many will answer, but one will succeed.


- I'll head back to the Gaidens and SomeDude Tips thread to remix and remake some of the tips there, along add newer ones that might need pointing out. They are tips intending for the best of the best in any story writing. Most of the many Race Reports i read pretty much go under these rules anyways, and there's no doubting them, because i think the internet (while a place of evil) can be a reliable source for improving good writing, and help other make them better.


- Expect more cars to return and be introduced in the Finale. Nash's goons in the Scotland Yard Johnson and Jonnson make a small cameo (and possibly expand to real characters). And the first competition amongst the Mythic begin!


#8 - The wishlist. 10/5/14


Wish...list? Whaddaya mean, SomeDude?

Well, let's say, like in the dream car option in Legacy's biographies, and behind that is a reason. BULLET POINTS BECAUSE REASONS!

- The gang of Mythic are meant to have hypercars instead of their current stead of supercars. Jacob hails the Venom GT, Sonny gets a prototype of the SSC Tuatara, Paul rides with the C-X75, and Rin grabs hold on her father's Veyron 16.4, repainted, of course. Scrapped because it's obvious we don't have half the cars here.

- Boniface would have the BAC Mono because i like it better than the X-BOW.

- Another villain would be introduced if the Pagani Zonda Tricolore made it in the game.

- Porsche isn't my concern at all (NFS player here), but the Carrera GT was made for Rin (being my favorite Porsche, and one of my top 10 cars). Also: the 959 would be Williem's car instead of the R8 he gets now.

- The new Blacklist also get their share of what they don't get. Leona would want to own the SL 65 AMG Black or the SLS Black. Lee will be satisfied with an Agera R or a souped up Marussia B2, and Fred will want either a C/K 1500 Trophy Truck, or something that can turn with more than ample space (Ferrari FF comes to mind).


#9 - Innovating the simple fan fiction: an original goal. 12/5/14


And possibly failed. You know, the things that you do can be ambitious, silly, or outright out of place? Yeah, that's what i thought of Dawn Of The Mythic. In a racing game forum, you'd expect more of the on track adventures, and instead, i use the life sim game as... a life sim. It takes account of most things you do in life. Nothing i made is too surreal or out of place.

As far as innovation is relevant, i think what I've just done is improve over what's been laid out from all the time I've been reading the concluded/not concluded stories in the GT5 race reports. Here's a list.


Table of Contents.
Music.
Different fonts/colors for different medium.
A pretty title card.
Focus on detail and content.
Biographies
Simple Author's notes
Use of Two-Player mode for more cars.
Crossovers.
Smart use of certain Photo Travel sections for certain settings.


And here are things I think I've introduced.


Leitmotifs.
Synopsis. (Now done in a chapter to chapter basis.)
Super filled up Author's notes.
Montage.
Use of YouTube links to make car sounds.
Introducing each character or car.


Which brings me to Morton's Fork: the first point I'll divulge into when i release SomeDude's Tips V2.


#10 - More delays.. 21/5/14


Yeah, bummer.

So, I've decided to rewrite "Beings" as if in, just a more thorough look through at what's happening. It sets up as the laying of Chapter 1, which will follow this:

"...relate the hardships of people in their crises to get back up on your feet and keep moving."

And to ensure i present "Beings" correctly, i think i need to delay it for a few more days. Don't worry! It looks great, but not in my eyes. It obviously needs tweaking, and i think there are a few adjustments that are needed.

And, concepts for future chapters are teased here in the same manner above. Let's see.


"...letting the ghosts of the past go, and reborn anew determination."

"...delivering the world the finest performance and sheer interest from years of hardcore experience."

"...clearing all doubts of the past and enter the future with unbridled focus."

"...prove to the masses that there's more to you than they already see."


"...crisis after crisis forces the fastest racer alive to get back in the game."


#11 - Not retiring, but just as bad: LONG HIATUS. 2/6/14


Still looking for my muse, SomeDude decides to take a chill pill for now. Don't worry, it's not permanent, and when i get to starting chapter 1 by the end of June, maybe, it's going to be exciting. I've readied the story and the plot, but i won't be showing them to you, nope!

New characters, veterans and newcomers are coming. I'm hoping to fill in 2 duels for the story, not scripted, all effort, and made to please. And Paul will be the one side with his Aston One-77. The other side? Well.. I'll tell, but some are pretty predictable. Tracks are also not yet planned.

The next thing i will do is preview prospective Chapters 2 & 3. I need input on whose you want to see 1st, though.

#12 - Badass representation of the most influential car cultures in America Sheds A Tear,
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the proper dark, tragic, 'street racing god' sequel within Legends Of The Dark Horse.
4/6/14



It's time to get me some feedback! And let's start it up with a hard decision.

Part of my act of preventing monotony is to make different chapters... different. Instead of introducing a different perspective of Paul, why not put the other Mythic on show? The different styles, lead, plot and what's to come are a testament to how varied they are in character and as who they are.

The chapters showcase on what each protagonist makes up what racing is for them.

Paul - Inspired form of what to do in life.

Sonny - Entertaining the masses.

Clark - Forced way of life.
Jacob - Was once love, but now superiority.

What to expect in Sonny and Jacob's chapters? What's not to expect is me giving a poor, boring story. Each chapter comes in as a different way to please.

- Fans of racing rivalries, struggles to get what you want, and hardships to overcome would be glad to read Fiery Blaze, seeing Paul duke out with Boniface and a few others.

- An over-exaggerated look at the car world, with drifting, super speed, explosions, radical scenes, tire smoke and my throwback to classic American Muscle: the most influential car culture ever! This is what to prepare your heart for in America Sheds A Tear.

- His Crossing Of Bounds relates with a steady change of a man's actions as he walks back to the light, while obstructed with challenges.

- Legacy Of The Dark Horse fans will be catered with Legends Of The Dark Horse, with scenes of tragedy, a small ounce of comedy, return of older characters, and more. One minor difference: It's going to be DARKER!

To any of you reading this: i need to know if Sonny Meng gets his showtime first, or Jacob Ross makes his rise to power once again instead.


#13 - My second Senna related story. And another Gaiden. 10/6/14


Yep, i lied. This so called long hiatus is actually just me at work.

Now, for some announcements.


Gaiden: Atlantic Crossing: Why Gary And Ginoa made it for the sequel?


When i was planning to retire, I had one last Gaiden at the work, featuring a nice mix of old and new. This will be posted at my Fiction Tips thread, since i think it belongs there. It was kind of a last hurrah, and well, it's very content heavy, featuring the Shooting Star, and the Splitting Image. Also, you get to see a few veteran characters race. But which ones?

Also: Need For Speed Hot Pursuit pictures! Official nostalgia gaiden, despite Gary put on the spotlight. And let me confirm: Gary's not getting his own chapter.


Senna Tribute #2: Senna The Legend and Sonny The Badass.


Possibly the sequel for Sonny And The Beast, but belonging in the Senna tribute thread. We get to see my performances on some tracks with the 97T, and Sonny's own FGT. Quoting one of my characters:

"Man, who has the balls to race an F1 on his leisure?"

The story? Sonny's called to do some publicity stunts racing to contrast the F1s of today and 30 years ago. It's an interesting way to say which car performs better on what track. And no Redbulls in this F1 related gaiden, nuh huh.


#14 - Senna and Sonny? 29/6/14


Looks like Dawn Of The Mythic is put on hold, folks. Until i get a reasonable following, i won't be coming back to it. Right now, i have a much more interesting project happening in the form of what's in the Senna Ratzenberger Tribute Thread. If you liked Sonny And The Beast, you can't miss this!

We have track analysis, FGT vs 97T settlements, and some banter in between the 2 Author Avatars. There's nothing else i enjoy than writing about one of my racing idols the proper and right way.

An original take on the race report, the Senna and Sonny entries cater to the serious racer, and the casual reader. I'll be making track analysis, both from official sources on real life tracks, or my own take with the original tracks. Thanks to Sonny, there's going to be exaggeration. Better that than be bland. There really isn't a plot, so i have flexibility on what i can do, too.


#15 - Hyper. 11/7/14



I've been thinking about a chapter for Nash, but why not bring up the ante?

Hyper is a chapter, dedicated to the select of fastest street cars. From the original Hypercar in the XJ220, to the mixed bag of speed that is the Veyron. This chapter serves as the replacement for His Crossing Of Bounds if i don't get enough help for it.

Do note that 2 perspectives will be taken: Nash Kirkham, and the man once known as the Harbinger.

Clark will adapt his birth name over the progress of the chapter, thus the name use. Plot's also a thing I'll think about, but i have Fiery Blaze, Legends Of The Dark Horse and America Sheds A Tear to deal with before this.


#16 - Meaning: a powerful tool 12/08/14


And by that, i mean.. lemme explain.

Recently at this time is the passing of iconic comedian Robin Williams: a man who i think is one of the world's funniest. Now, to respect his legacy, I've decided to hand Gary D some pointers the next time you ever see him.

More on this: my story's on hold due to having a lack of PS3 access as of a few weeks ago.

And even more on meaning: they DEFINE your story. This is why i follow the short time, but detailed adventures: they make a DEFINITION. You don't make a 30 part chapter with just cars going around tracks and some side roads witnessing someone growing up. That's monotonous. Being creative is another thing.

A deeper example would be my climax back in Legacy Of The Dark Horse. If you could listen to "Closer To The Edge" at the time of Outlaw's flashbacking.

Awesome, right? Both the memories of what's already happened and their significance to the story make for an interesting perspective. Also: the music.

Speaking of which, head to the final parts and listen to "Sirens", and "Kings And Queens". Then head to Sonny And The Beast, and listen to the "Bohemian Like You" montage.

They stand out, because i want them to. You don't have to use music, but this is one great way to define being a great writer.

Importantly: don't go with the norm at all times. Be yourself in some way.


#17 - What's going on? Hiatus already? 26/08/14


Having no access to my PS3 for the month for maintenance issues, I'm stuck with not being to do anything. So.. how about previews?

Gerald Masterson - The (former) Harbinger.

After incarcerated for leading a criminal conglomerate, Gerald apparently got out of prison a bit earlier than usual. How? He must've been prepped to do so the moment things got wrong. We'll meet that very person that brought him out very soon. And his affiliation with what was the Harbingers is pretty damn loyal.

Also, in terms of character, i wanted to expand Gerald's state of affairs. It wasn't fair to leave him as the villain that's destined to lose either way. We just knew him as a man that wanted to find the road to speed, just not in the usual way.

To be frank: the author gives him a second chance to be a more effective villain, while judging his own ethics. And let's bring out that Huayra Carbon Edition.

Leitmotif.

"Decisive victory will only be earned. But will that ever come so easy?"



Eduard Alvarez - Latino Heat.

Both Williem and Eduard end up as the duo of Euro supercar racers that i enjoy creating and designing. Only that their time in the spotlight ended up a little short.

Someone's contacted them to put a stop to Paul's rising confidence, with no clue that action will bring down Mythic. Eduard is no way a bad guy, and is known to many as friendly, sociable and popular with the crowd. With a balance of the serious competitive nature and the fun side of speed, it's bound to be interesting what is his real desire in racing is, though.

Leitmotif.

"Speed: bringing joy to the people and to my own soul."



Up next: Mirielle's Gambit

Singh makes another appearance as Paul's aide in tonight's entertainment. A few new cars debut, including a certain Warthog.

Also: we find out why Ginoa went with her childhood friends. It seems the only clue is that she has feelings for someone else that's not Gary D.


Sim Gear: Ford GT '06

You expected this. Buy it, get in, and take it for a spin and you'll see how much approval will i give driving this.

But what you won't expect is the person reviewing it. It's not going to be the "Jeremy Clarkson" that is Clark Kayne. It'd be someone else.

But it will be Mark II Black :P


Senna The Legend and Sonny The Badass: Deo Juvante

I've teased the F1s doing a Monaco run. We'll see if the FGT can match the Lotus this time. Though i find that totally unlikely.



#18 - Back on track, for a moment. 18/9/14


Whoa! What a break this has been!

Now.. my plans! *snaps fingers*


Sierra Gaiden

And you're going to expect Sonny Meng to take stardom here?

Nah. He's got his own thread. Go check it out when you want.

Back on topic: i planned a Sierra Gaiden, starring Gary and his newly found talents in speed. However, i plan to change that. But with who?

I'm thinking Rex Ericcson and his brand spanking new NISMO GT-R, but that's too obvious. Maybe something new? I'll have a thought.


Sim Gear: Ford GT.

Out now. Have a nice read on one of my favorite supercars.


1-2

To be released sometime this week. Or next week. And i need to refine 1-3, so that's going to be put aside for now.


His Crossing Of Bounds: RECRUITING NOW!

Rules to be posted soon!


#19 - Clean Up! 26/9/14


It's been a while since i did a sweep of the fiction, aside from grammar and writing mistakes that i might (or might not) notice.

A bit of feedback in the form of a PM (name withheld unless requested) has me find out the pictures I've been posting are oversized, and they are obstructive in both loading times, device stability and all around speed. Yep, and i just realized this issue. Thanks Samsung Galaxy S3 and Intel I7 Laptop.

Thing is, most of the clean up work will be placed in those prior to chapter 1. So.. expect to get better performance, but i don't know how deep though. And i won't be stressing my butt off and re do everything in one fell sweep. As of writing this, i have cleaned the opening and the biographies.

And what's to do (still big pictures) is:

Prologue Chapter.
Atlantic Crossing.
Preview of "America Sheds A Tear" and "Legends Of The Dark Horse"
Preview of Hyper.
Sonny And The Beast.
Behind The Mask.

Ladies and gentlemen: this is how i want feedback to be treated. And with that, I smiled

Expect 1-3 by next week.


#20 - Rant Time. OPEN YOUR EYES!! 2/10/14


No, this is not an advertising campaign. IT'S A PSA!

I just read a few opinions regarding WHY PEOPLE STOP READING STORIES!

And this is serious how? Well, I'm thinking i might be in some of the points that led to the separation of reader and writer. Let's be frank, i haven't drafted 1-4 yet in terms of writing, but i have the general grasp.

That grasp is now possibly the only thing i can think of to progress this tale.

And it's destroyed. Not the progression.

But on how i will treat it.

Moving on, SomePlayaDude watches the Nostalgia Critic show, because i get some ideas on not what to do. A movie is similarly just a different form of fiction, so don't go nosy on me, alright?

Then i find these gems regarding fanboy/girlism. (From the Princess Diaries 2 episode, yes i hate Disney. :) )

When a movie came along with your best interests in mind, while it clearly doesn't. That's not love. That's just desperate!


Did i want Paul Henderson to keep up being free after getting that invitation? He's going to get an uphill journey in the form of plot spoilers coming up.

The road to victory isn't something to just walk. You crawl if you have to! You run when you need to! You jump when there's nowhere to walk on!

Mary Sues are prevalent, and i really hate to admit that. I also really hate people who don't realize they're there.

It's not about giving people what they want. It's helping them discover what they need. And the same love given back in return.

It's about what you really want in a story. You don't have to follow one man.

It's time to balance out excessiveness with variety and intelligence!

I knew it! Monotony is bad! If we're going to make sequels, we gotta make it different, and we have to learn from our mistakes, not keep it up, despite it's success!

Trying to understand what the excessive is, will be my first step on writing 1-4.


#21 - Angelos and Raiko - Up next! 4/10/14


And now for something more towards the epic scale.

The next time i post something (whenever that's going to be) here, it'll be this gaiden. We get to know Angelos and Isamu more, including see some familiar faces in Ronda. And possibly more!

Prepare to see these:

- Payday 2's soundtrack, composed by the very awesome Simon Viklund. Also, a Payday reference somewhere inside.

- Gunfire. Lots of it.

- Introducing Isamu Adachi with more questions than answers, hopefully.

- Introducing Angelos Marius: a new character, known by many as the only real killer of Zahara, in which i will provide how and why, plotwise. His M3 clocked in those roads at 8:43.537 (600pp, Nitro, SS).

- Me learning the proper use of characters: as those that contribute to the end result, not as a spectator.


#22 - SOOO QUIET! Where the heck is SomePlayaDude?



Celebrating 1k posts! YEEEE HAAA-

*slap*

Ok, seriously, it wasn't a case of a bad curry or the unfriendly dog ripping my arms off. I just happen to be busy in real life and somewhat totally forgot about Dawn Of The Mythic. Which is odd. Odd because I kept on telling myself these things totally related to my fiction i care so much of..

How is Paul going to deal with the races?

Gerald will be protagonist? Hmm..

Is Nash pretty much a Mary Sue?
What's Sonny's chapter going to be?
How can i make Armand, Engie, Billy and Fiona related to the story?
Could i get away with doing this?

His Crossing Of Bounds? How to tackle?

Why do i have about 8 more people to unveil?

Am i thinking too much?

Yeah?

Does it matter that i have no readers?

Ahh.. Make-out Reef.. Good times. Good times.

Find the balance between nostalgic and fresh in Legends Of The Dark Horse, BUT HOW?!

And I'm done! I mean, in the thinking, not the fiction writing! I need to push myself back into GT6, which is the first step (Curse you, Smash Bros 3DS!). Then, i need to bring back my pencil. Remember, the first important rule of the fiction writer at sea: always have a backup plan.. (GGGRRRRR, NAAAAAWWWHAWHAHAWWW!)

But to criticism! I want some inspiration people, so... Keep up the works, you horrible lot!

You might see me Gaiden come outta his hole by the end of the month. And then: 1-4, featuring the brutality of Rodulf Sorensen!

(Practicing some inner English as development for Paul, Carrie, Alan, Nash, Clark, Murph, Fiona and Lance. Wait..)


Who's Lance Robinson?

And His Crossing Of Bounds has opened! I hope to see you there!


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Say hello to a very risky, but rewarding section of making stories: crossovers! You, after all, are free to bring someone here to your fiction freely, as long as you obey these conditions. PM me if you're interested.

- No major injuries or fatalities.

- No having these characters play a changing role to your plot (AKA if i had someone in the 3 little pigs, for instance, i don't want him to kill the wolf before he gets to the first house.), but it's totally okay to say you remember them.

- Stay in character. I will be pretty strict in this regard, as the charm of having different characters is that every character stands out. Example: Paul and his Scottish talk (aye, lass, lad, etc.), Sonny and his charisma at work (*random explosions*, lah, echoing, slow-mo, etc.)

- No cases of biasing your own characters against mine. This means nobody is stand out stronger than the other unless backed up properly or from facts. But can i have no cases of X is superior to Paul Henderson in every way?

- Read my whole story so you won't miss out on important details. THIS IS A DUH!

- Take your time, and don't put more than 3 characters or something of that level. It's hard to control. Especially with the depth i aim to have them in.

- Prepare to spend some cash, but I'll try to make it bearable (no change of external parts, for instance.)

CARS:

Paul: Aston One-77 in it's showroom White
Sonny: Stielow Red Devil, painted in Camaro Z/28's indigo (find it) and Boyd Coddington rims. Regular Ferrari 288 GTO.
Jacob: Ford GT '06 in Mark 2 Black with both stripes.
SPECIAL REQUEST for that one fanfic: White/Red Striped GT500.
Rin: Lexus LFA Nurb in Ivory White (From regular LFA)
Murph: 12C in Volcano Red, Rocket in showroom red.
Nash: His Viper ACR in showroom Orange. Or F1 in Carbon Black
Clark: 430 Scuderia in Nuovo Blu. SP1 in a purple color found on modern Ferraris (Viola Dino, was it?).
Rodulf: '13 Veyron in Blue/Silver.
Hamza: Reventon, but change calipers paint to a bright green (used Stratos' one)
Leona: SLS in Palladium Silver (From C63 AMG)
Williem: R8 Stripe in Glutorange (Audi TT)
Hayato: HONDA NSX concept. Not Acura.
Lucia: 1 series Tii in Midnight Purple 2 (Skyline R34)
Keith: Corvette C6 ZR-1 in Blade Silver.
Eduard: California in Trumpet Gold (Toronado)
Isamu: S2000 GT1 Turbo, Platinum Silver (i think) Changed the rims to one of the RAYS with the silver outlining.
Angelos: M3 GT2 Base in Metallic Blue (i have no idea where that came from..) Dark gray rims.

PM me for anyone that's not listed (Like Jared or Louie Jr).



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The Messiah needs your help!

He seeks a way out of the darkness of the streets, and into the light. Clark Kayne was lying to you all about who he is..


But he wasn't lying when he said he was the king.

Once a man full of potential named Maximus Davies, he has sought out the help of the people that will want to volunteer to meet the Messiah.

And thus, it's time he opens His Crossing Of Bounds.


Rules!

- See above.

- I have control of the plot, and i promise not to be one sided.

- No negative thoughts. Don't go and kill Clark, please! I wouldn't like it.

- Don't be a Mary Sue, and assume I want the best racer. I'd prefer having a more believable person than the bland ones.

- Be yourself. Don't make it someone i would enjoy. In fact, the only restriction i will provide is that the person that will join this is going to be a racer in a special way, at least.

Kay. Now for the application layout!

Name (Nickname!):

Age:

Nationality:

Leitmotif (completely optional):

Racing Experience:

Why would you want to see Clark:


Likes:

Dislikes:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:


Looks and clothing:

The way (s)he talks (like catchphrases, accent. Important i get the touch for the guy/gal):


Inspiration (if you got any?):

Biography (not too long, but i appreciate detailed and interesting backstories):

Car: This will be the most detailed. You give me a picture, and the details on how it's tuned, etc. The car will be in sync with the character's racing experience. Also, you can have a Ford GT too, i won't stop on your creativity (you have to explain the oddities, like say.. the GT by Citroen!) Aim for at least racing in 600pp and Sports Hard (softs is my preference, though).

To make it fair, Clark won't be in his FXX. Here's his car for this part of the story:


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Ferrari SP1 "Prophet"

Thanks for reading, and i appreciate the volunteers!




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Paul's Aston Martin One-77 "Icon".


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Ford GT40 Mk. 1 "British Americana"
and
Jacob's Ford GT 06' "The Dark Horse"
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Coldplay
Mylo Xyloto.



The highways around Wembley, London. 10 PM.


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The streets are desolate at this time, commonly. The British strive on being asleep by the darkness and awake by the morning. Such is their creed, except for those not really caring about time.


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There are night life in the country, but for the norm of the current age, they are selected from having a pint, watching late night sports, sitting back on by the fireplace, and more.

One notable activity being focused on recently came from street racing.



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The street racing scene emerged from various countries, but one person, having raised from the ashes of his death, made it the largest night activity after an immensely high stakes race caused an uproar in the amounts of fans and the audience.


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Two people entered the race.

One has won, and the other has lost.

The winner, an infamous racer only known as Outlaw, has disappeared without a trace after an incident involving his arrest. Despite this, rumors speculate otherwise of what happened, which speculates the man's death, his unannounced retirement, or even lurking with the shadows.


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Even after winning the millions of dollars, Outlaw's reward ended up in the hands of the one that lost by a small gap. One that was born here in the UK. Raised here. Races here. And earned himself a name.

They call this person "The Messiah". A name well earned.


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But this tale is not about this "Messiah". It's about the true followers of this and other men. This Messiah is one person that provided more than just the rise of racing, but also the rite to speed.

With the help of other talents, they turned from four chosen racer to be part of the Mythic: racers of unparalleled skill and technique, giving them just about the ability possessed by the finest within the world's professional racers.


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A year has passed after the sparking of the street racing flame. One of these so called Mythic stands out as the outcast amongst the others in his group. The story follows him, and sees that he satisfyingly enters the top ranks along with his partners.


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SomePlayaDude Presents..


A fiction, based from tracks and vehicles presented from Gran Turismo 6.



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The official sequel to Legacy Of The Dark Horse.


Here we go!



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Song Progress.



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PROLOGUE


Like all legends.




All carry humble, simple beginnings.



But how can simplicity be only so brief to many.




Part 1: Dragon Awakening


We begin the adventure on a quiet English night just by Wembley: an area just outside London. On these wide, sweeping roads, a lone black Countach 25th Anniversary travels in speed. ## 1


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It's unfortunate the time of the moment is devoid of people, as the car would take the attention of just about anyone that knows what legacy the Countach holds.


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The clear weather and the emptiness of the streets has the wedge-shaped sports car travel past enforced limits. Any Lamborghini Countach carries a hefty V12, and with great power, it's no doubt that no expense is spared to build a body to hold that power in. A body formed by Horacio Pagani himself, that is.


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Aside from the car's 5.2 liter V12 engine, silence is kept until one of the two men spoke.

??? 1: "You sure he's around here? It's more desolate than a graveyard.."

??? 2: "Trust me.. He's a frequent customer in these parts. Just keep driving. I'll nudge you when it's time."


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Judging by it's speed, the driver of the car is well versed in the art of the track. A racer, except it's illegal to do so at the time, pointing to us that a street racer is on the loose.

The passenger, while identically versed at a more formal level, is more focused on his phone rather than the streets.


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But this is no ordinary street racer. This man takes turns like the imaginary apex can be seen on the road from his eyes. Already searching around most of outer London, the driver shares his doubts of their current agenda.

??? 1: "Brother.. i won't go around the same road again until you tell me we're close."

??? 2: "Close? Whew.. It's funny you would mention that. Turn down the speed, Clark." ## 2


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The man driving has no name, but seeing the look of this man carrying expensive sunglasses and a cap to cover up his dark red hair tells us this is Clark Kayne.


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Reaching their predicted destination, the driver parks at about 20 metres from a lightly lit place. A bar. The bar's sign shine brightly with it's logo: a happy face holding a glass bottle, representing a bar. The name?


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Clark: "The Happy Hour Corner? (Now, why on Earth..)"

??? 2: "Come on, Mr. Messiah. Let's get to it."

Clark: "I'm not going, until i see him, Nash."

Nash: "Sometime, i have to teach you what it is about waiting."

The situation of their current agenda prompted Clark to turn off the ignition, leaving the black Lamborghini hidden from view.


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Getting to know the two men would help.

Song Progress

Clark Kayne: The Messiah of Street Racing. A man known to be a master of the roads. One that would turn his back on legal track racing for a tragic reason. His defeat against Outlaw taught him that the road on being the best is a route seemingly endless. Always hiding his face with an expensive combo of a trucker hat and pair of Louis Vuitton Evasions, not many see his true face.

As of now, his reputation, while the highest amongst his talent, is tarnished, and hidden in his heart, he seeks a way out of that abyss.

The other is a proclaimed dead track racer, now retired:
Nash Kirkham. The heir of a very wealthy family from Manchester, his intelligence and his gentleman's persona grants him money currently hidden from public eyes.

Having the intelligence of a top class scientist, Nash can plan every move, given he knows what to do. Having grey wind swept hair and a unnaturally handsome face for his age of 37, it's odd to say Nash is often mistaken for an old man.

After minutes of waiting, they see two men walk out of the bar. Both having coats on, Nash only could see little from the windows of the Lamborghini. Then, he noticed one of them with familiarity.


Nash: "Here we go.. That's him!"

Clark: "Huh? Are you sure? And they're the first ones out?"

Wondering what his brother had in mind, Clark shows a friendly case of mistrust.

Clark: "Great.. you're talented.. I don't know how much of a coincidence this is."

Nash: "*nudge* Trust me on this one, brother. Look at him."

Clark momentarily took of his stylish sunglasses to see one of the two men having a medium brown scruffy hair and a small, thin patch of hair on his lower face. Recognizing him, it appears he's lost this round.

Clark: "Okay. Now is the time you say: I have to stop being an ass to you so i can scope the big picture."

Nash: "Right. Now, let's go see Paul."

Clark: "After you.."

Song Progress

The man these two follow is Paul Henderson. A man being watched by Nash in secret for a while. Paul was one of the greats in British touring cars, but his name has gone to anonymity after a conspiracy raised against him.

To follow with, he participated in a racing tournament a year ago by force due to threats to his current family. Requiring non professional drivers at the time of participation, Paul's performance was great, but lacking, and thus he ended up finishing on the top of the unmentionables.

After that, Paul has been busy with regaining his professional license. Upon gaining it back, he got back into the fray for just a season. It was then that he's proven himself, while not for long. His fame didn't get the boost he should've deserved.

The man just by him is how he got his license back. A man with long, scruffy dark grey hair and a vibe that says: this man's a hillbilly, and would look great chewing barley. Upon noticing the man's identity from Nash, they halted their advance.


Nash: "That's.. Judge Bill? What's a man with such a reputation doing on this island?"

Clark: "Judge? And they call him the best lawyer to pay for?"

Who knew Nash would recognize a man of either praise or graze.

Judge Bill, or Billy Bob Marsden is a decorated soldier of the inner law. A man whose tactics and techniques amaze the people that follow such a path. Nobody is sure to know if anything he does is anywhere between honest or evil.

His largest feat involved screwing over Interpol holding criminals that have incriminating evidence on their crime. Honesty isn't what he had in mind. But one thing's for sure: if you have thousands of dollars, and want something settled in your favor legally, he's the man.

The two men in their coats walk away from the bar. Nash and Clark exited the car, and had intent to give chase, but a plan arises from one of them. They swoop away from sight at an instant.


Clark: "Hey! I thought we'll jump them?"

Nash: "I don't want to surprise them, and i really don't want to tell Paul i've been stalking him for some time."

Clark, always the insulter, plays with his brother.

Clark: "You're a naughty man, aren't you? Did Santa send you coal?"

While Nash is always one to ready a plan, he wasn't ready for a lawsuit against Judge Bill.

Nash: "Brother, if you have a better idea not to spook these two in the dark.."

Clark: "..."

Within his rather violent mind, an invisible light bulb was given enough power to shine.

Clark: "Hmm.. how about we use the Lambo?"

Nash: "And how's that going to be the signal that says: 'Hey! We're not stalking you!'"

Clark: "Oh, brother.. What's the weather of this pitiful country done to your head?"

Nash: "Okay! I'll shut up, and hear what you've got to say, chief."

Crossing his hands, Nash went on to listen instead of rant.

Clark: "It's a simple plan, really. Just come up to them. Paul shouldn't be getting the attention of assassins. Besides, it's not hard to tell him who owns this car. I mean.. Paul."

Nash: "Okay.."

Clark: "Paul is an enthusiast, isn't he? In the racing world, he must've heard about my blunder in Monza years ago. How many people own a Countach and drive it all over this country like a Vauxhall? Also, you brought him over to Japan to help me take out Gerald. He trusts you." ## 3

Nash: "I did, but it took a bit of encouraging. We hardly saw each other after that. Having allies, and having people with trust are different matters altogether."

Clark: "Just.. Just! Trust ME on this one, okay."

From the dark, the two head back to the car. Then..

*whirring*

Nash: "What's wrong?"

Clark: "The car won't start!"

Nash: "Oh. You want me to call.."

Clark: "Don't worry. It's going to start eventually. This isn't the first time.."

*more whirring*

Clark: "Come on, you b:censored: piece of s:censored: car! (Time i count money i might lose fixing you..)"

Nash: "Ouch."


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We head over to Paul and Billy, after they had left the bar. After five minutes, their progress to their destination appears to be good. They keep walking by the sidewalk, alone.

Paul: "I'm still okay to drive home. Thanks for the company, Judge."

Upon needing a reply, Paul felt a foul wind.

Billy: "Ain't no biggie, Paul. Brr.."

Billy starts shivering; a sign that English weather isn't something to not pay attention to.

Paul: "How's England, Judge?"

Billy: "Geez! It has to be sooo f:censored:ing cold here, am i right?"

Paul: "You'd want to be here in May to June, mate. It's cold, and the sun shines like someone's head."

Billy: "*sneezes*"

Paul: "Bless ya."

Billy: "Thanks to you. Ya'll got that tolerance against that um' cold."

Paul: "Tolerance to general UK weather is one thing. Ya don't want to be living in Aberdeen if this you can't take. Snows a lot every time the winds decide to come ova."

The walk takes them further through the empty sidewalks around Wembley.

Paul: "Anyways, I'd want to know how you've got me license back. It's not a Rocky Balboa thing, with the arguing.."

Billy knew where this is going. For Paul, the response was at least generous, but not straight.

Billy: "I prefer doing my job anonymous. You should be glad you've got that license back. If yer so serious on lookin' for my performance in court, you should find that YouTube video: Best Of Judge Bill. Millions of them views and countin'! Think.. Judge Judy, with the pluses, then times a hundred.

Paul: "Okay.. But.. not even a wee tip from the master? I mean, i did pay you in full, no arguments."

Billy: "Well, it'll count as consulting, so.. A hundred pounds!"

Paul: "*sighs* Forget i said anything."

Billy: "Hmmhmmhmm.. Creamed gravy."

Paul and Billy ended up in front of a large Tesco department store. Seeing that parking gives a reasonable price after telling security, they fearlessly put their cars there.

With multiple cars in place, two cars stand out: a golden Brera and a white V12 Vantage. These so happen to be Paul and Billy's way of transport.



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The 24 hour department store also provides Billy with a means of a toilet.

Billy: "Hey, you don't mind if i get a small pee pee break."

Paul: "You're not a wee lad! You don't have to tell me."

Billy: "Just lettin ya know. Be a nice person and wait for me."

Paul: "Oh I will, out here. I quite like the cold. Fer your sake, ye should scram already, pal."

Billy: "Whoosh!"

Billy rushes to the toilet indoors. Paul stands by a small smoking section. Being tolerant with the windy outside, Paul kept thinking as he stares towards the small bin, with a no smoking sign on it.

Paul: "I thought i already quit.. I thinkin need some more of them nico tablets. Damned addictions.."

Just as Paul heads into the department store, he hears a car horn. A vintage car horn. As Paul sees what's going on, he sees that he's the only one around, meaning the car seeks him.

Paul: "And what's this supposed to be?"

He then sees the black silhouette reveal to be the same Countach showcased on these roads earlier.


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Paul: "Is that a? Countach? At this time o' night? I have this sneaky feeling i know who might be in these machines.."

Initially, Paul was spooked, but he stayed in curiosity. The next move was the passenger door opening from the inside, allowing Nash out of the car.

Nash: "Paul! How's it been?"

Nash exits the car and closes the door. Clark drives off to park the car. Paul, having a decent amount of alcohol in his system, took a moment to realize who this is.

Paul: "You're Nash, right? Haven't seen ya in ages. I'm always fine, but you?"

Nash: "Likewise."

They shook hands. Paul felt that aura coming from a man hidden for too long.

Paul: "So.. what's the occasion? It's pretty odd for you to just come on up and spook me in front of this here Tesco.."

Nash: "Let's get in first. I want to see Judge Bill, and Clark wants to not miss what i want to talk about."


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Four men sit by a nearby set of benches in the rather quiet night in the department store.

The shop employees didn't mind them due to their duties of doing nothing but go around the shop and wait for the end of their shifts.

The store radio, aside from the regular deals and offers fluctuating randomly week by week, was blaring music from a more golden age.


Our Song
Yes
90125


Already settled by the benches, Paul was told about..

Paul: "You're ready for that revival you've been planning all this time?"

Nash: "I can't wait for another opportunity. I just want to know if it's not illegal to interrupt an ongoing racing event."

Billy: "It ain't that illegal, but you gotta tell everyone in that there event before you open the hot box."

Clark: "That's going to ruin the surprise."

Nash: "Which is why i need your help on this, Judge."

Billy: "I like how we just.. met and all, with you calling me my.. sexy professional judge name. I'm just a lawyer. Defense or the prosecution, whatever makes your tiny little chair more comfy i s'pose."

Paul: "But trust me when i say: Billy's not a cheap person. You can't imagine the thousands he got from me."

Nash: "Paul, you can be so daft sometimes. Don't you know who I am? I can handle a billion dollar payment."

Billy sees interest when he looks at the body language of Nash. He knows the man isn't lying.

Billy: "Just tell me when you want it done, and I'll keep that hush hush secret be the big bang you going to blast."

Clark: "As much curiosity Paul has, i'm sure we just need the details. He's my brother, and it's surprising that.. for the closest person in his life, I.. have no idea what's going to happen."

Paul: "I'm not making the bet of the century, man, but.. Yer little head has to let go of something, right?"

Nash: "Right you are. Just give me a moment to huddle those 'somethings' up."

Nash stood up, probably to make an impression. To do and say prove to be effective than one alone.

Nash: "Alright. I've been 'dead' for a little too long. My resources are in a dire situation, with no other heir than Clarkie here, and i don't think my contingencies are working.."
Clark, being none the wiser, at least understands what happens when he carries that much money.

Clark: "If i carry THAT much money, i'd be a dead man in no time. And i would feel rather guilty for my earnings from years racing."

Paul: "If you're not accepting this, and I'll assume you don't have any offspring, then it means Nash's the end of his dynasty. No heir, and money goes to the government."

Nash: "I can't waste that money, no. I just want to be alive again. It's not like we went through the many options to bring me back to life. If i just come over to the government and say: 'I'm alive!', I'd be a laughingstock of the country, or maybe get arrested on reasons i don't want to talk about."

Paul: "And i don't get why you want Mythic's help. You only need the judge, not any of us."

Nash: "That's yet another thing. You see, if i bring myself back, there'd be a fire. This fire.. we'll call it mass media. I'm a large name in British racing, and with me back on the stage, the market might shift a bit. A bit is all but a small change, but this is the market of the world; money's going to be big. Think of it as charity from me to you all."

Billy: "Ain't making this reason up, but you're right, buddy."

Paul: "I don't know. I'm already in the state that already earned the amount i want. Greed's just not me thing."

Nash: "The reason i came to you, in person, is how you are the most honest of all our apprentices. You might hear it from me as a drunkard. I want you to believe in my own words, in person. Also, we're about to make Mythic a piece of racing history. Something that's going to last a long long time. It's going to be good, oh yes.."

Clark loves his brother, but one of their favorite things to do between each other is plain disrespect or interrupt.

Clark: "Okay, Paul. I don't want any more words from you, but a response from this: Mythic's going public, and we want you alongside me, Nash, Alan and the other 3 to make history. Are you in or out?"

Nash didn't need to say any more, and sat back down.

Paul was astonished, at the opportunity set forth to him, and what possibilities he can reach with the other 3 members of Mythic. Although, he wasn't exactly prepared for such an announcement.
## 4

Paul: "I'm at a total loss.. I'd be glad to.. to be in these turn of events. It's just that me wife's getting a second child not long from now, and i have to be by her side at all times."

Nash: "I understand. You have a decision to make, and i won't rush it."

Billy: "I'd be gosh darned, Paul. If i was in your shoes, i'd cry with tears and beg that I'm in, if you catch my drift."

Clark: "Well.. that decision you will make can be done on phone. Give Nash a call, and.. you know how that will go down."

Paul: "Okay."

Nash: "Cheers, Paul. Thanks for your time. And Mr. Judge?"

Billy: "Be-fore you decide to hire me and my talents, let's get together firstly. Coffee tomorrow?"

Nash: "I'm more of a tea person."

Paul splits up from the men giving him the offer of his life. In a rush, he takes out the keys of his white Aston Martin.

Paul: "Mythic.."

Paul gets in the V12 powered Aston Martin, and starts the engine.


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*ENGINE STARTS*

The powerful engine, mixed with the memories of his torture in Frankfurt, has him think about his family.


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He went through the path to home. While already having some alcohol in his body, it wasn't dire enough to make him a danger to society.


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Being a natural with the car, and the roads being empty, Paul drives like he's on track.


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Paul's memories of his family in danger kept going on in his head. He kept on charging home.


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Paul couldn't tell Nash that his Mythic name hurt his loved ones and his pride. He was tempted to refuse, but he needs more than just his own judgement now.


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Paranoia kicked in Paul's mind.

Paul:
"Almost home.. I hope they're okay this time around."


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Henderson Home. Cricklewood, London. 30 minutes later.

The home takes the space of two houses, and a driveway is present in the area. The two storey house was rebuilt from scratch after the former home was destroyed in a suspicious gas leak. Fortunately, no casualties were found, but the former owner left London, leaving Paul to pick up the pieces and build his family dream home.

It was 4 years later, at a night Paul was given a difficult choice. With the Aston Martin braking to a halt, it powers down, and Paul exits his car.



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In a rush, he forgets to lock it up and does so before entering the front door. Rushing up the small steps, he nearly trips and found himself infront of the door. Like any sane Brit, the door stays locked.

Paul: "Locked.. Which key is it?"

Paul rummaged through his pockets until he found a key in the pocket where his phone is.

Paul: "Got it!"

He opened the lock and rushed in. Seeing around, the home is being desolate as always during the event less nights. The living room's flames still light, and Paul sees his daughter already waiting for him by the stairs.

Amelia: "Daddy's back! Yay!"

Paul: "Amelia darling! Where's your mother?"

Amelia: "She's by the sofa. I think she's gotten bored waiting for you."

Paul: "Oh.. alright. Oh look at the time! You better get to bed.. or... the tickle monster will get you!"

Paul took the moment to get his daughter to laugh for a small moment. She then hurried up to her room to end her duties for the day.

From what it looks, Paul is indeed the raiser of a small, but prosperous family.
Amelia Henderson is the first that carries the family name for the next generation. Aside the father, Paul, the mother, Carrie Henderson also contributes to the future of this family.

The prosperous lives of the Hendersons are carried with the father's racing from before, and the mother working as a lecturer today. Amelia's goals in life have yet to be seen, like Paul before him. The man of the family approaches his weary wife sitting on the sofa by the fireplace.

Carrie: "Oh.. you're back."

Paul: "I'd say I'll be back, sweetums. I don't lie on me promises."

They kiss momentarily. Then, Paul takes a sit by his pregnant wife and take a breather at the fire.

Carrie: "So, just another night at the joint?"

Paul: "It was a meeting."

When Paul meant 'meeting', it didn't favor Carrie's meaning of it as a discussion on a large table.

Carrie: "At a P-U-B.. *sigh* I just can't understand men sometimes."

Paul: "Ack! You know what: It was with the Judge. He's not gonna be here for longer than a month."

Carrie: "Bill? He's here? Why not invite him for tea?"

Paul: "You know he's a coffee guy. Also, i think Nash took him from me hands, so it'll be a while before we can get more cordial with him."

Carrie: "Nash? I thought it's with only you two."

Paul: "He.. kind of popped in by the time i head to me car. He asked me about an opportunity."

Carrie: "Opportunity... Oh!"

Even though she's busy with the baby in her tummy, Carrie knows a lot about Paul's many predicaments.

Carrie: "I heard from dad. It's about his 'revival'."

Paul: "Aye. There's that, and then he wants me and the rest of me group to get involved."

Carrie: "Ohh. What did you say?"

Paul: "Everyone around me suggests i take it. But, i just want to protect our family. I've already had enough of these dangerous stunts."

Carrie: "But Paul! Honey!"

Paul: "..."

Paul took the moment to see the belly of his wife. Carrying a child about to come out in a few days, he had a soft spot for the people he knows, and the ones that can't protect themselves.

Carrie: "Honey! Please don't worry too much about us."

Paul: "After all of what's already happened, i don't understand what are you saying.."

The couple held hands.

Carrie: "You shouldn't turn it down. I mean, i can see that you're kind of not into being part of dad's group."

Paul: "You mean the group that was made to 'take over that world of adrenaline and speed'. I'm sure it taxes more than just the spirit."

Paul was told about Mythic's flaws. When Nash persuaded him to finish off the man responsible for this group once and for all, details were spilled.

Paul had his family threatened to ensure dominance. Carrie once ended up in a coma, with Amelia taken due to his lack of co-operation.

The other Mythic weren't exempt from punishment.

One had the ways, the training and the great teachings scarred into his head, traumatized by the very action that made him famous.

One was aimed at in an experiment to replicate the genetics that are seemingly impossible to best.

And the last one caused him to lose his wit and caused him to turn into Outlaw; the self proclaimed ultimate street racer.

Despite their prestigious name of anonymity, they are still human. They may have a distinction of high speed racing in their quota, but each carry a different burden or flaw within.


Carrie: "Hey. Don't be so negative. Dad's part of this now. He's controlling this alongside your other two mentors. The baby is fine. If you're still sweating about it, dear, I dialled up a friend of yours for protection."

Being a friendly person with friends all over, Paul has no idea who she meant.

Paul: "Friend?"

Carrie: "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you should just.. take the chance. You've been doing too little for your idol nowadays. Trust me.. There's no chance that this will go wrong from my view."

Paul: "*sigh*"

Possibly one of Paul's decisions that he never regretted, his wife has knocked some more sense into his head. With a few words, Paul's view has changed; a moment he didn't expect.

Paul: "All right! Thanks for your wisdom, honey."

Carrie: "Haha.. no problem.. *coughs*"

Being pregnant gives you more to deal with from the body.

Carrie: "Gangway!"

*PUSH*

Carrie leaves in a rush, pushing her husband from the obstructed path to the nearby toilet.


Paul: "Maternal sickness.. It must suck to have it. Now.. where's that phone?"

Dance Hall Days
Wang Chung
Points On The Curve


Paul, with a newly refreshed mind, heads off to use the home phone.

He manages to turn off the lights as he exits the living room. The fireplace slowly snuffs out.

Upon walking up the stairs, one of the family portraits vibrates, but at an unnoticeable rate.

This vibration was no act of nature, but one of an intent of evil. It was a small button camera, blending with the colors of the picture behind it.

A mini van just outside the home uses these gadgets, and thus, watches the home with the attention span of a security force. People are inside.


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??? 1: "That's the one? Paul, is it?"

??? 2: "That'd be him, milady.."

??? 3: "And can i suggest you don't.. push him too hard. I really want him alive. The Mythic are important to be alive so i can reap what they possess."

??? 1: "Alright.. but he pisses me off just once, and you can meet his head."

??? 2: "Ahh.. you can be so rash sometimes, madame." ## 5


FIN PART 1

Author's Notes



- Back! And as the inventor of the frequent Author's Notes (for these stories), there's going to be a lot to cover here, so here we go.

- The amount of pictures will reduce (not by too much, i hope) for the sake of low bandwith/processor users. Also, notice I'm using flickr (since Sonny and The Beast) now. My photobucket is filled up, and I'm not paying, alright?

- And same style? Yeah.. it's a good style, dammit. But the detail's obviously boosted and presentation hopefully better. My main objective is to reduce sequelitis, and ensure small to none cases of monotony. SomeDude's tips should be present here and there.

- Many of these material are aimed at new readers anyways. For readers of my older fanfic: welcome back. I'm sorry if the charm of my prequel has been lost, though.

- For the veterans: prepare for references (even some vague ones). Also: characters are to be present (while not all), so get ready.

- Perfect time to test out the double car photos, babay!

- Billy's meant to have the TZ3, but since you can't paint the damn thing (why?), i stuck with the good old Brera. It's more realistic too, since well, you can't say lawyers need expensive, limited run supercars.. The rate of receiving cars has also been adjusted.

- Paul's choice for being the protagonist wasn't a case of eenie meenie miney moe. It was a really tough decision for either getting some of my more developed characters that position. Paul won the spot when he has a lot of potential, with a family and young child. Lot's of possible story stuff. This would be posted elsewhere if it weren't for the cars..

- And Aston Martin? When it comes to British, Aston comes first, with Jaguar just behind and Lotus over there. My favorite Aston? Obviously, there are some of the nicer cars like the new Vanquish, the Rapide, and the spotlight shining on the One-77, but my favorite is the super special V12 Zagato.

- The opening song has been bugging me for a long time, but i had to settle with this. It feels right too. The story focuses on Nash's true dream.

- The photography style has boosted! It's going to focus on the beauty of cars, and the flow of speed as it travels. These are some Photomode Competition spec pictures (competitive, but not winning :( ). Although, be warned: possible content can be spoiled by just heading to my Flickr page.

- The amount of work i put in these fiction multiplies from last year. But, i enjoy these. Don't expect a part for long periods of time, though. I promise quality within these quantities of words, unless otherwise.

- Also, these adventures in the Prologue really reflect on my yearly trips to the UK. So, if it's seemingly i know these things, there's that to tell.

- I will make it realistic when it comes to ownership of cars. There won't be a multitude of cars owned by one person unless he's justified rich or have a constant stream of wealth.

- The Avantime picture was a last second addition.

- In a fit of irony, Clark Kayne was the last major character to be introduced in the Legacy, when he's the first in the Dawn.

- And yes, the Prologue here is just the introducing everyone chapter.

- A real sequel would make you feel the events past have made a relevant deveopment regarding what will happen. That's the feeling i look for in making this. Something's already happened, and it's forgotten like it's nothing. The lack of this flow is a main reason sequelitis exists.

- Paul is really just a clean slate. I really have no idea who i influenced from to make him. Don't blame me, but if you do notice anything, feel free to bring it in. I can think of Duncan McCloud from the Highlander TV series and Colin McRae, though..

- The Enigma known as Nash? Nash is a recurring person from back in my first story, where he played a mostly behind the curtain role. Influenced from the super evil genius Moriarty of BBC's Sherlock, Jonathan Joestar of JoJo's Bizarre Adventures, and Joshua Graham of Fallout: New Vegas.

- Hail to the King! Clark Kayne is the intended deuretagonist of this fiction. Playing a final boss role in the first fiction, Clark isn't the best, but he's pretty close, and he's not stopping. Influences come from Clark Still from Ikari Warriors (later King Of Fighters), Bryan Fury of Tekken, and Albert Wesker of Resident Evil.

- Yee haw! Say hello to the new character: Billy Bob Marsden. Infamous lawyer that can beat any odds in the court room. Influences come from Phoenix Wright of Ace Attorney, Scooter of Borderlands and the Engineer of Team Fortress 2.

- Getting a minor cameo in the end of Legacy of The Dark Horse: Chapter 3-E, Carrie makes a more prominent role this time! Influences from Eliza of Street Fighter, and Erina Pendleton of JoJo's Bizarre Adventures part 1. Amelia carries no important influence, due to the young age.


Cars Introduced.


This section gains a reboot. Each car has a story within. Make the characters memorable, and so does their cars. Mmhmm.

- Clark's Lamborghini Countach 25th Anniversary "Tragedy". Rebuilt by authorised Lamborghini mechanics after suffering a high speed crash in Monza years ago. Clark drives it as a reminder on why he chooses to rule the streets. A potent car, but no modifications exist, leaving it stock from the factory floor.

- Paul's V12 Vantage "White Drake". A V12 tuned for sleeper supercar performance. While owned by Paul after years of his racing career, he had it tuned recently by Martini to battle against various supercars in a tournament based in Germany. It didn't win, however, as it was overrun by some road legal concepts and super Americans.

- Billy's Brera Sky Window "The (Car)vaggio". Every lawyer gets paid a handsome sum after every job taken, especially to the undefeated Billy Bob. Billy saw the car from one of his clients that has little faith in the hillbilly, and had a ride in it without warning. While Billy ended up winning that trial a few days later, he appreciated the momentary need for speed, and bought the car after pay day. Don't worry, he's responsible.


Cast Introduced.


Back with nothing absolutely new! :P

- Paul Henderson. The story's main protagonist. After events regarding his family and license on jeapordy, he turns a new leaf in what he believes in about racing. Also: a member of a secret racing experiment group, dubbed: Mythic. Named the Highland Wyrm.

- Nash Kirkham. A legendary racer, thought dead, but really in hiding. For reasons unknown, he plans to revive his name as one of the bests, like the days before. It won't be easy, but he's been waiting and planning till the day comes. The leader of Project Mythic.

- Clark Kayne. The Messiah of street racing. Experienced after years of street racing, Clark puts effort that makes him both talented and rich, while also carries tendencies to be a jerk, and is very violent to those he dislikes. One of the Mythic trainers.

- Billy Bob Marsden. A former con man turned lawyer. Judge Bill is an influential man in the law business due to his unbeatable prowess and detective skills, not to mention being a great liar and finding them as well.

- Carrie Henderson. Lecturer in LSE, and daughter of the Bristol Harbinger: a famous racer in the past. Married to Paul Henderson, and currently pregnant to another child. On maternal break.

- Amelia Henderson. Paul's only child. A young girl, who's been through various dangerous moments in life, such as a kidnapping, and seeing her father after nights at the pub.


Memories Of The Legacy.


A brand new section, aimed at the veteran readers. First, be honest. Why? You'll see.

With the vague referencing of some scenes, i want to somewhat nudge the past readers of Legacy Of The Dark Horse. You'll notice the ## symbols popping up.

There isn't an exact amount every chapter, and also, not every part, especially some later ones will carry this. But, if you want to feel rewarded, give yourself a small tap on the back with knowledge of the prequel to this.

No, i don't hate new readers; it's what i want in these times. You can get these facts right here without reading my prequel, but a more detailed description is available only if you read the Legacy.

Also, this section assumes you read this part on full, so if you're seeing this and you haven't read? Get back up!

Okay, let's get started.


1) Upon first sight, the Black Countach carries Clark in it. It symbolizes as an important icon for his character.

2) Clark only has oh so many friends. But the only one he treats right is Nash. They're brothers from an orphanage.

3) Gerald's name was never mentioned in the fiction at all, but he was the main antagonist, named the Harbinger.

4) Mythic is a four man team, with fantasy based nicknames to go along.

5) The antagonists, so far. I've teased them enough for you to know who they are.


Thoughts.


New section!

In this section, it'll be simple. A food for thought style question. No, not for attention or adding posts to make this popular yadda yadda. It's just me, wanting an opinion. Upon reading, i will ask one simple question, and treat it as you will, be it rhetoric or not. My opinion is underneath the question.

This part's question:

Is Paul Henderson's placing in life a good setting for protagonist?

Did you read my Author's Notes? I said on how Paul's current state can give him a lot of character potential. Well, think normal hero dude. Then think normal hero couple. Then normal hero couple with kid.

We're technically multiplying the amounts of detail and backstory this character can have. Not to mention Paul has an older sister to handle. Paul, i think, fits great, while not really my # 1 choice. This does allow me to give him new traits not known (like drinking).

Many introduced protagonists also are single, and look for a significant other. Try to keep clear, because this is a CLICHE!

Which brings me to Jacob being married when he was introduced. Averting that cliche, at least.


Coming Up:


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"That is the Nuclear Baroness. Mirielle.. what is she doing here?"

"Ayeu.. ayeu ree voyer? What's this supposed to mean?"

"I won't rest until you are shredded into ribbons."

Part 2: The Richelieu.


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Last Time, on Dawn Of The Mythic.


"You're Nash, right? Haven't seen ya in ages. I'm always fine, but you?"

"Okay, Paul. I don't want any more words from you, but a response from this: Mythic's going public, and we want you alongside me, Nash, Alan and the other 3 to make history. Are you in or out?"

"Trust me.. There's no chance that this will go wrong from my view."

"And can i suggest you don't.. push him too hard. I really want him alive. The Mythic are important to be alive so i can reap what they possess."


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Paul's decision has reached the ears of Nash. The revival of his well being, now supported by the Highland Wyrm, now comes with the beginning of something to see: the uprising of Mythic.

Nash now awaits the same response from the other 3. They have been contacted, but no response has arrived. Having the event he wanted to use already passed, Nash might've lost his only chance, that is, until a certain judge persuaded the ministers of the country of Nash's current existence.

Nash, now in between life and death, has his inheritance in his own hands, but Nash was eager. He couldn't deny Paul's accepting into what he planned. Nash now waits, but with only a little less eagerness.

Just a little less.



Part 2: The Richelieu.


A week has passed.

Paul just wondered who is this person Carrie let know of the family getting aimed at, and can protect. To baffle him more, he was told of him being a 'close friend', and Paul checked up on the contacts of his life. Getting no clue on who it is, the judge's perception comes into play. Not long after a request was made, a message was sent to Paul.

Got your message. Analyzed the contacts, and I think i found your guy. We're meeting in The Endless Night.. Come over. - Judge Bill.


Paul got to there in due time. After telling his wife on where he headed to, he left. Amelia, who would ask, was normally told that her father leaves for night meetings. This didn't explain why he would come back less than sober sometimes.


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The Endless Night Dance Club, Center London. 9 PM.

Talk Torque
Scuba
Talk Torque EP


Taking his time to travel there by big red bus, Paul sees two cars he recognizes, with one he thinks is a little of a surprise:


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Paul: "That's Engie's car. By chance this bloody brute's got something to do with the Judge?"

Moving ahead, Paul passed the bouncer, who knew the man very well, and had his name on the list. He then entered the place. There was no action on the dance floor as of the time.

Paul passes by people of either high value or have money to spend. He overhears the DJ mentioning a special guest coming over from across the Atlantic. He didn't care about who it is, though.

Passing seat after seat, Paul then sees Billy, who sits on a fancy chair, tabled with two other people.

One is a blonde man, with medium to long, straight hair and gems on his ears. A teal blazer and a white slacks, alongside white slip on shoes, not to mention his most prominent feature: his custom made guitar.

Paul was once a fan of this man, now moved on to being friends. This is an enigma, for names he don't have, but a calling name?
Armand von Mysticio.

Paul then saw his wife's protector. A man, with bright orange hair and a stoic, tall body. For a protector, he's quite skinny, but isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Also like Armand, he only lives with a calling name: Englehart.

On their table, a chair is empty. Knowing it's for him, Paul sits on this chair.

Armand: "Ahh. My number one fan. Come! Sit! We... indulge."

Paul: "Quite a peculiar spot for a wee meeting, eh?"

Armand: "Ya. As much as i already know you much and vice versa, i hope you remember Englehart. My faithful German Shepherd."

Paul: "I don't really see him much without ya anyways."

Engie: "Always at his side, whether he likes it.. or not."

Armand: "No sexuality here, please. Same house, but he sleeps in a different room on a different bed. You get the point."

Paul: "Point taken. I'm sure you're up for a 'regular' relationship."

Engie: "*clears throat*"

Billy: "Stop being all psycho on him, Paul. You know he's uh *swallows saliva* purty dangerous."

Paul: "I'd just want to know what's the message you sent me about. It's him, right?"

Englehart pumped his own chest with his right fist.

Engie: "Armand doesn't do security duty. Thought you'd be smarter than that?"

Paul: "What i don't get is Carrie told me you're one of me close friends. That's hardly true."

Engie: "Supposing she took Armand as the big scary bodyguard. Dumbfounded she can be sometimes, no offense."

Paul: "It's cool, lad. None taken. Really. (I'm sure she's to find out eventually...)"

Engie: "Good."

Billy: "And the waitress lady's coming with our cocktails. You want one, Paulie?"

Paul: "I'm a regular here anyways.. occasionally."

Engie: "Two pounds say that she knows you."

Billy: "I would bet that wager that she doesn't. Come on. We do this, Texas style."

The waiter coming along is a pink haired woman, who has the privilege of using roller blades in the club. The manager, who only has one of the such wearing during service, possibly has to pay her more than normal.

She keeps her balance right, and she brakes her skates like a real pro. No spills or splashes are seen.
## 1

Waitress: "Here's all for Mr. Armand's table."

She serves the drinks, with the coasters put at the optimal spot. Paul takes an order.

Paul: "Lass! Can i have the usual?"

As the waitress took her time at the man's face, she remembers Paul, and knows what he wants.

Waitress: "Ab-so-lutely. Show me your card, Mr. Henderson."

As Paul passes his card, the bet has been decided, and the results are announced.

Paul: "Well played, oh orange Latino.."

Engie: "Pay up, Judge."

Billy: "Sonufa b:censored:."

As she moves away from their table, dodging the many patrons of the club, she posts the small order to the bartender. As she takes a small break, she stares at her recent visit, particularly at Paul.

Waitress: "The Highland Wyrm sighted.."

The night continues. The tracking of time is pretty much lost in the club of music and lights, but it isn't very late yet according to the outside world.


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Henderson Home, Cricklewood, London. 10 PM.


Amelia: "Lord, for my last prayer, please don't let the boogeyman get me. Amen."

As Amelia finishes her prayers, she hops on her bed and closes the lamp. The only light source for her room would be the window. As she hugs a teddy bear, she felt something was wrong. From that, she opened her eyes and saw a figure of darkness.

???: "..."

Amelia realizes, through some breathing and obstructed light, that a person might be in her room. She immediately opens the lights and...

Amelia: "Who's there?"

???: "Hehehe.. how long has it been?"

Amelia takes the reaction to scream and an attempt to run out. The mystery person moves ahead and blocks the door.

Amelia: "Help! AAAH! Someone!"

But, at that moment, she saw the face of this person. To the mind of the common eye, it's just another burglar, but for the little girl, it was the boogeyman.

As the figure creeps up to the spooked little girl.


???: "I'm looking for your father. You know, Paul?"

Amelia: "NO! I don't want YOU to be next to him! Ever! AAAHH!"

As Amelia begins tossing all sorts of soft objects scattered all over her room to the figure, the shadow is saddened to see what's happened. Leaving through the window, the person starts running to a nearby car parked.

???: "Crap.. but I'm sure he's found him already.."


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Back in the home, Carrie passes by the room to find out what happened.

Carrie: "Dear! What's going on?"

In a rush, Carrie sees that the door is, to her fears, locked.

Amelia: "Please! GET OUT! AAHH! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WAAAHH!" ## 2

Carrie: "Dear! It's me! Your mother!"


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Back at the disco..

Innocence
Nero
Welcome Reality


Armand: "And then someone decides to cover one of my songs."

Paul: "I didn't know you liked it. I'm rather a fresh face in the guitar section, but singing is a different fable."

Armand: "Impressions aren't about how good you are. It's about how others feel. I feel a lot from your dedication. My hit: 'Gone in the blink of an eye.' has never been covered the way i visioned it until i saw you."

Armand plays from his guitar a small funk.ll

Paul: "Well, cheers."

Engie: "To impress the pool of talent that is Armand. That's not easy."

Armand: "And that's how i knew this guy here. Rock it like a real rocker."

Billy: "God damn that was a hell of a story."

Engie: "Since I'm with Armand when it comes to social outings, let's hear... Judge and Paul."

Paul: "Oh. It's more of a serious case, me and him."

Armand: "A story's a story, buddy. I don't care if it involved you robbing HSBC."

As Paul went for a sip, he didn't realize Billy likes sharing stories. Just as he was about to refuse..

Billy: "It was a purty morning in the headquarters of FIA."

Paul spat all over Englehart, by mistake of course.

Engie: "Augh! Come on! This is a crime to a 200 pound shirt."

Paul: "Oh me God! My bad, mate!"

Armand: "Hey, we get it cleaned up back home eh?"

Englehart reveals another trait of his: being a clean freak.

Engie: "Grr.. i don't want to have this on. Just wondering.. it's not like some random Matalan are always open 24/7."

Paul: "You can stop by some random department store. Some of them are 24/7. Just, not in the center of London, that is."

Armand: "I'll pay for the clothes, don't worry, Engie."

Billy: "Can i continue, or is there going to be a spitting contest? Cause, I'd be pretty darn good at it."

Paul: "Since you've told them, i won't object no more."

The unfortunate Billy then spills the details.

Billy: "Alright. So i was hired for Paul's appealing towards his racing license. The men didn't want Paul back on track, for some reason. I did some nasty burying, and found out the corruption of some of the insides of the FIA. Their protection for his license. Blackmail at it's finest, yee haw!"

Armand: "You know, when it comes to the world of law: unexpected approach leads to success. I'll have to jot that down *strums*"

Engie: "Blackmail. What an effective b:censored:."

Paul: "So i got me license the illegal way. I'm not exactly proud of taking advantage of others."

Billy: "I know how you feel, Paul. It's like that day before on that tournament.."

When he heard "Tournament"..

Paul: "Bill! Please keep them traps shut for now."

Billy: "O-kay, but there was a dark horse." ## 3

Armand plays a few notes.

Armand: "Intriguing. How is it how i feel about such tales? De do do do, de da da da.. cause all i want to say to you.."

Billy: "Khehahah! We all have stories of the past. We should look ahead for the future."

Paul: "Mmhmm.. *sips*. Well? Why not make a wee toast, eh? Not going to make a speech n' all, but.. good luck for the future?"

All: "FOR THE FUTURE!"

*GLUG*

Paul: "Hmm.. i have to investigate why it tastes mildly different when i propose a toast."

Engie: "While you go and do that, it appears that the mess got a little too sticky on my hands.. hold the chair."

As Englehart leaves the table, the boys kept going.

Paul: "Poor chap."

Armand: "Like a cat in the rain. Desperate to clean up the mess. *strums*"


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Englehart's travel to the toilet didn't take long. What took long is what he plans to do inside. The rather clean toilet smells of germ killing agents and a list nearby shows that it is regularly maintained.

Moving to a sink, he took a look at the mirror and he washed the parts that mattered. He took off his shirt and twisted it around by the sink.

This didn't go well due to some men watching him. Snobs with suits.


Man 1: "What's a brute like you doing in such an establishment?"

Englehart, who's normally calm and kind, takes a more vicious look.

Engie: "Watch your tongue, shrike. You don't want any trouble, as do i."

Man 1: "Oh, look! He actually babbles! Do you want to attract men with that fascinating shape of yours?"

Man 2: "I don't know, pal. He looks like trouble. You look pretty refined for a man with no taste in high life."

Engie: "No such man can be referred as I. My purpose tonight will only regard beating as:censored:s like you to a pulp."

Man 1: "How dare you!"

Man 2: "Hey! Take it easy. The boss won't be happy if you cause trou.."

Showdown
Pendulum
In Silico


The man that has been insulted leaps in, only for Englehart to move aside and have him crash into a dispenser. As a result, his nose bleeds.

Engie: "Dodging is not my strongest combat skill."

Man 1: "Curse you!"

The bloodied man gets up and tries to hit the tall giant. Englehart held the attacking hand and stopped the momentum it had. The hold became stronger over time, leading to the man to whimper in pain.

Engie: "The warnings are ignored. You are in a state to get punishment. This will continue until i stop. And I.. don't want to stop."

Man 2: "Come on, dude. Let's bounce."

Refusing peace, the attacker tried to sweep Englehart's knees, but despite wearing nice dress shoes, Englehart stands strong. Enraged, he throws him to the sink his shirt was washed on and destroyed the sink counter. The shirt flew up to the second man.

As he realized the shirt on his hands, he gets approached in a flash.


Engie: "Hold that for me. That will be your insurance."

The man watched his friend get his due punishment from a former MMA champion.


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Minutes later, the men exit the area. Englehart didn't break any bones, but he broke their pride instead. Englehart received his slightly red shirt and tried to leave, only to meet the men behind their boss.

The henchmen stand taller than their rather short boss.


Engie: "What? Stubborn to lose?"

???: "They can be a bit of a b:censored: sometimes, but heh... those guys gotta get paid from me. Boys, leave me and him to our tango."

The two men leave the area. Englehart prepares with cracking his fists, but then, this is a man whose chains cover his chest.

Taking a moment, he recognizes the short man.

Engie: "Wait wait wait.. By any chance you are the former leader of the.."

???: "Yeah. The Saints of Los Angeles."

The Saints Of Los Angeles
Motley Crue
Saints Of Los Angeles


???: "I'm the boss, and will always be called as such, capice?"

He tosses his cap left, his sunglasses right and reveals his face.

The scar on his left eye and the dark brown bob of hair tells us he's
Gary Dhetto. The trinkets he threw are caught by two women, who then come into his embrace.

Gary: "Hey there, big E. How's a big ass muscle of mine end up here?"

Engie: "I don't want to talk about it.."

Gary: "Okay.. we change the flow huh? How's about.. What's the days after the ring like?"

Engie: "(I wish he shuts up..) Quieter, and better paying."

Gary: "I hear you, dawg. It's been a rough time for me these days.. But! I'm actually getting back on my feet again. The Saints are marching down the street, baby!"

Engie: "Fine then."

Gary: "Now, if you excuse me, i got a job to do."

Englehart can see Gary's become quite the pimp since their last meeting.

Engie: "Oh. Fine. You're?"

Gary: "All good. And.. between the two of us.."

Gary sends the ladies in, and then talks to the giant.

Gary: "Those bunch of people over by that booth. Suus-peie-cious. I got an anonymous tip to tell you to tell one of your boys to watch those guys."

This short gangster person points Englehart to a booth.

Engie: "Noted. Now get out of my sight."

They move on, while Englehart moves to the booth, hiding from plain sight.

Engie: "Skeptical mind kicking in.. but it wouldn't hurt to get a closer peek."

He hears the people talk. He peeks and sees..

A woman with a large, cream ponytail, a black lolita dress and ribbons all over her. She drinks her cocktail with a straw, unlike any other clubber present. Her jewellery all over her body gives the impression of her wealth.

This is
Mirielle Richelieu. Recognizing her from a magazine he read some time before, Englehart looks on.

Engie: "That is the Nuclear Baroness. Mirielle.. what is she doing here?"

Next up, a woman is next to her. Her green hair and her rather nordic look, combined with a coat covering up a tight cover underneath makes him think she's a threat.

Not recognizing her, he overhears the french they speak, and then a mention of her name is heard:
Amadine Richelieu.

And amongst the two women is a man. A man with white hair in between the black. A man with a refined face, wearing white silk gloves and a monocle. While looking like a vampire, his look reflects one of a butler.

A small name tag on his chest pocket tells Englehart that he's one of the three as
Boniface Richelieu.

With a name like Richelieu, there is wonder why they would go where the middle class would spend some cash. These facts run amok Englehart's thinking.

Engie: "Gary is a swindler, but he didn't lie. These are pretty suspicious indeed."

He then hears a name.. Paul Henderson.

With that in mind, he knows they have relevance here, but why him? Englehart quickly returns to his table.



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Icarus
Madeon
The City


Armand: "Ahh. Welcome back. Why so long."

Engie: "Long story short: jerks, a friend, and.. Paul."

Paul: "What's up?"

Engie: "Suspicion. Someone might be following you."

Of all the things that he didn't want, Paul panicked for a moment, while trying to keep cool.

Paul: "What? Are you sure? Don't be ridiculous."

Engie: "I'm not trying to trick you. Come on. A friend i somehow ran into told me about who they might be. I got into his act, and a rich woman is amongst them. Money is the root of all evil. That sounds like threat to me."

Armand: "Hmm.. oddly, you seem so serious about this. Come on, come on! Listen to the money talk!"

Engie: "Come on, Paul. Let's go and get some air. And buy me a shirt."

Paul: "Erhh.. alright. How is it that you can find friends in places like these? How is it that you even have friends.."

As Paul and Englehart weaved through a small crowd, Paul accidentally hit the waitress that served him, causing her to lose balance. Luckily, she wasn't carrying anything.

Waitress: "Whoa! Aaaahhh~"

*CRASH*

Knowing he's the only culprit, Paul moves back to help her up.

Paul: "Oh! My bad, lass. Let me help you up."

Waitress: "Baka..."

Paul: "Pardon?"

Waitress: "Ugh.. nothing.. i can handle myself."

While getting herself up, Paul picked up what appears to be a wig of pink hair.

Paul: "Lass" You dropped your.."

*SWIPE*

Paul: "Wig?? (I would prefer me a good dying..)"

While staring at her backside, Paul had this feeling that it won't be the last time he'll be seeing this person.

Paul: "Just who is she?"

Engie: "A hero, huh?"

Paul: "Responsibilities are important to take hold of, eh Engie? Well, let's get to it."

While the two leave the front door of the club, Armand and the Judge get to know each other more.

Armand: "So.. how many tricks do i have to trade with you... to be king of the courts?"

Billy: "Heh.. heh.. let's not share those.. unless ya got yourself a million bucks up your pockets."

Just when Armand wants to go check, the music stops. The DJ moves aside to make way for the special guest DJ. His glossy sunglasses and super shiny chains reflect the many lights around to garner attention.

Then, he gets handed a case, in which he opens, and blows an old CD. The CD then heads in, and then it plays a popular disco song from the 80s.


Walk The Dinosaur
Was (Not Was)
What Up, Dog?


Billy recognized it, easily.

Billy: "Walk The Dinosaur? Oh hell yes! Come on, Armand! We do the dinosaur!"

Armand: "You know how to dance along?"

Billy: "Yep. It's a fun dance. Come on!"

Armand: "Ookay then."

Gary approaches the DJ booth. It appears that the special guest was, apparently, him.

Gary: "Thanks for coming, everybody~! Under command of the master G, i have something good for starters. Got us a vintage to dance along with. Come oonnn! Let's do the dinosaur!"

The club's mood was at an all time high, as Gary took to the mike to lead the singing. As they danced along, Billy noticed two people on the private booth. Both just watching the dancing.

Billy took the time to nudge his friend.


Billy: "Say.. that there's the Nuclear Baroness? Where's her older sister?"

Armand: "Something the matter, herr judge?"

Billy: "Aww nothing. Come on."

Billy didn't have any worry, until he thought:

Billy: "(I wonder if them rumors say she really an assassin to fear?)"


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Just outside, Paul and Englehart wear their coats and endure the British cold.

Paul: "Sounds like an 80s disco inside."

Engie: "Must be fun."

Paul: "But all fun aside. What's the problem? It's not only about your clothing, is it?"

Engie: "Huhhh. I got this tip. The tip involved some rich bunch. I heard your name in between their chatter."

Paul: "Me?"

Engie: "Yes. But the point is.. why is someone of that type even here? The look of those aren't the ones that would go to night clubs."

Paul: "Maybe just a coincidence.."

*ringtone*

Paul: "Sorry, lad."

Paul takes his phone out to see Carrie's photo and number. He answered straight away.

Paul: "Honey?"

Carrie: "Sweetie. We have a bit of a situation. It's Amelia."

Paul: "What?! Is she taken?"

Carrie: "No."

Paul: "Oh.. Is she sick?"

Carrie: "No."

Paul: "Huh? What could the little darling do? Did she find my stash of.."

Carrie: "She found nothing of the.. what stash?"

Paul: "Never mind."

Carrie: "Back on hand: She's been spooked. She's just wailing and tossing things at the door, possibly aiming at.. someone."

Paul: "An intruder? In my home?!"

Carrie: "Yes.. All i hear is that.. this person that scared her is a woman. She kept on mentioning a 'her'."

Paul: "Might be the evil discipline teacher at her school. *sigh* I'll have Engie come up to check on it."

Carrie: ".. Engie? Oh. You found him."

Paul: "Had a meeting with him."

*SOUND*

Carrie: "You and your meetings. Just don't go and cheat on me, alright?"

Paul: "Alright. Kisses."

Carrie: "*smooch*"

*hangs*

Overhearing the call, Paul notices his large orange guardian not where was. It was then Englehart drives by the street his orange Maserati. He makes a small burnout by Paul, and then opens his windows.


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Engie: "Trouble by your home? I'll see you later, Paul. Lucky you that i decided to let go about my shirt."

Paul: "I'll tell Armand you won't be back for a while. Cheers."

As the Maserati leave the scene, Paul walks to the entrance, only to see a piece of paper on it.

Paul: "Damn bouncer should already know that i know the secret way in.. sheesh. At least she hasn't found those papers.."

Paul takes the paper, but to his surprise, it isn't the secret way in the club.

Paul: "Ayeu.. ayeu ree voyer? What's this supposed to mean?"

The paper read 'Au Revoir', meaning good bye in French. The moment he analyzed the paper, his spine chilled, as if someone is rubbing the spine.

Amadine: "Ohh.. bonjour, Monsieur Henderson. I trust you received the message, hmm?"

Paul: "...what? What message is this? Just.. just a pap.."

In fear, the Scotsman starts to sweat rapidly in the cold wind, as a woman wearing gloves grab hold of his spine, sliding it all the way from the neck to the abdomen.

Amadine: "Such a sweet specimen.. Oohh. Tell me.. What is it you do for a living?"

Paul: "Racecar driver.. Ulp.."

Paul had a glimpse that this woman would be the one that invaded his daughter's quarters recently.

Paul: "You're.. you're her? I knew you'd come for me."

Amadine: "Her.. What?!"

Paul: "(God, why the hell is she so surprised?!)"

Amadine: "You.. you knew?! How.. how.. GRRRR.."

As an assassin, Amadine is a perfectionist at heart. Leaving no trace of her talent but a name to the police, no regular person would know of her existence as an assassin.

She started to misinterpret the scared Paul as a spy looking for her, causing her to panic.


Amadine: "Now.. we play the game. I was told not to kill anyone this night, but.. you! You are a smart man, and i will offer you a chance at redeeming your unlucky intelligence."

She pushes Paul ahead, causing him to turn to regain balance. He then sees the armory that is Amadine's coat, filled to the brim with weapons like some crazed merchant.

With haste, Paul began a run. A run for his life.


Amadine: "RUN, FORREST.. RUN!"

Crush
Pendulum
Immersion


Amadine, however, gave the man about 15 seconds ahead. She thought the day would end with her hand on the upside, although she didn't realize the shadow haunting Amelia earlier the night would be one to haunt the woman in green.

After time elapsed, the one in green makes her move. About the time she does, Gary exits the club from the front, and sees the chase that has been laid out. He takes a small peek at his phone, pointing out the GPS for one of them fleeing the scene. He takes out a key, having the emblem of SRT on it.



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With no time to stop for a police officer or a call for help, Paul kept going.

The woman in green, Amadine, kept catching up to him. Despite the situation, nobody walking in the dark found the actions suspicious.

Multiple counts of jaywalking, running in crowded places and more fill the 'what i have done' list for Amadine and Paul tonight. Unbeknownst to them, a shadow runs across the rooftops, stalking them.

Soon, a fear instilled Paul runs out of juice, not realizing he ran all the way to Hyde Park.



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The dark of the night, combined with the lack of illumination around the area might allow him to hide there momentarily.

Paul: "*panting* What bollocks! *pant* Why is she thinking i know something about her. It's just plain unlikely.."

Song Progress

And when Paul was about to catch a breather.

*swish*

A cut went through the muscles surrounding Paul's left shoulder. As pain enters his mind, he sees a pair of bloodied kunai dropped in front of him.

Rolling on the floor in pain, his eyes tear up, not being a man experienced to resist injuries like that.

Paul: "OOAAAAWWAAH!! *rapid breathing*"

The lady of green walked in sight of Paul and crimson flows by the grass.

Amadine: "You thought you were going to lose me? Well, it's too bad you didn't. Now.. now you're going to die."

To explain the wound, Amadine threw a kunai at the unsuspecting Paul. The man gets up in pain, and now tries to lessen his wound's pain, while helplessly sees his killer coming up to him.

Already demoralized and seeing that no hope is seen, he takes it all out.


Paul: "Please! What do you want from me? I don't want to die!"

Amadine: "Begging are we? Well, too bad! You're not going to see whatever precious friends and family again! Ahahahahaha!"

As Amadine prepares a strike that would end Paul's life, he noticed a shadow behind them. The motion of the shadow looked like it threw something. That something is revealed to Paul as a small smoke bomb in the shape of a tooth.

Paul: "Huh?"

Amadine: "Smoke?!"

Smoke enveloped the scene, but a voice is heard, standing out as what the smoke's purpose was.

???: "You begged, Henderson. Didn't i tell you i would kill those that do so?" ## 4

Paul: "That voice? I recognize it, but.."

Amadine: "You?! But.."

With realization, Amadine has much to worry about.

Amadine: "You're not dead?!"

The shadow kicked from a tree and jumps high up into the sky and prepared a strike aimed at the one in green.

An overhead axe kick, made to destroy skulls.
## 5

Amadine catches the attack, but despite cushioning the blow with her knees, her hands took the blow hard.

The figure revealed doing such a kick would don a dark bluish, straight medium hairdo, a rather casual designer top and black jeans, with slippers.

A setting that blends perfect with the public, but yet is worn by a woman feared by so many.


Amadine: "I see.. you're not dead at all, mademoiselle Ginoa Fantoccia."

Song Progress

Balancing on Amadine, the Assassin reveals a grudge.

Ginoa: "Madame.. i won't rest until you are shredded into ribbons."

Leaping back, Ginoa used her opponent as a springback, landing her rival to the floor as she lands with a perfect backflip.

Amadine: "Uff.. Tres bien.. You haven't changed a bit."

Ginoa: "And i don't plan to change what i have for you!"

While the girls duke it out, Paul thinks of escape, and quickly tries to leave, holding his ripped portion of his trench coat.

Paul: "Damn.. This.. this wound.."

When Paul thought he was free, a kunai flies to him, aimed at his head. He turned around hearing the sound of the wind, but it was too late for him to react.

Paul: "GOD!!"

Ginoa: "Oh no you don't!"

*SHANK*

Ginoa 'caught' the kunai with her left shoulder. Strangely not feeling any regular pain, it's one way on proving how weaponized she truly is.

Ginoa: "Go! Get out of here."

Unlodging the bladed throwing knife, she tosses it back to her assailant, who proceeds to dodge and hide away. This gives them time.

Paul: "Erhh.. (and how do you expect i do that?!)"

To answer that, Paul can hear a sound of power.


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A white Charger appeared, and quickly halted in style.


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With Ginoa helping with the back door opening. Gary moved out and tossed something to his partner as he opened his door.

Gary: "All aboard!"

Paul: "Who in the blazes are you?"

Ginoa: "In you go! Gary... I'll see you later."

The Assassin pushes Paul into the car. Hearing the door slam, Gary pushes all he's got, rubbing the tires like a grinder.


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Paul couldn't cope with staying awake as the blood coming out from his shoulder spilled all over the Charger's seats. Gary couldn't help but realize the smell of fresh blood.

Gary: "Is that... Damn, man! It's like that day all over again! Least the leather's nice and red to come with.." ## 6

Back to the battle.

Ginoa: "Now.. where were we?"

Amadine: "Grr..."

Ginoa: "Easy, fido. How about i take you for a walk..."

*CLICK*

Ginoa: "A walk to hell!"

While Amadine throws even more kunai, Ginoa countered with shooting her rival with a high caliber pistol. While aiming for the head, the distraction led her to aim Amadine's right knee.

*BANG*


*SOUNDS OF SEVERED FLESH*


As a result, Amadine gets shot on the knee, while Ginoa dodges most of the projectiles slightly, getting scratches all over her body and clothes. Luckily, there isn't anything loose of any sort of profanity.

After a moment, Amadine gets on her knees, while Ginoa approaches, slowly. The knee-pads on the former allowed the injury to be not as major as normally would.


Ginoa: "You got tough bones, as always, madame? Where oh where did you get them done?"

Amadine: "The things i can do with money.."

Ginoa: "As much as i want to finish here and now, madame.. you're in no shape to fight me at all. You'll never reach a level high enough to even have my name tarnished."

Amadine: "I'll... I won't give up. Not yet.."

Ginoa: "Oh.. and if i see you in front of Mr. Henderson again, I'm coming for you, and i won't hold back on Mirielle herself, let me warn you. We both love her so, and I don't want to lose a friend, especially when it's going to be the pressure going all.. to you!"

Amadine sees a sight not for the broken hearted.

After a volley of kunai barely reach the target, Ginoa, bleeding from many places, is visibly needing hospital attention. Wounds include a small cut by the neck. Any deeper, and it might be fatal.

If she could take such wounds, with Amadine struggling after only taking a bullet to the knee, it makes the difference between them seem more distinct.


Ginoa: "Adieu, madame."

Ginoa leaves the scene and heads into the shadows. As she analyzed the cuts, she knew a change of clothes is in order.

Leaving the crippled Amadine behind, she heads towards the streets, and had a look at her phone in pain. A message was pending.


Royal London Hospital. Be there or be square, Gin. ~ Gare-bear.

Ginoa: "Well, s:censored:.."

For cussing, she then sees a sports car approach. One she recognizes.


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As she expected, it stops in front of her.


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The man inside opens the windows, to wave a whole tube of wrap bandage to the over exposed Ginoa.


Ginoa: "(Clarkie!)"


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Paul woke up next to a bed.

But where?

Seeing what it is, he is on a bed, where the lights momentarily blur his vision. And there are blood packs connected to his wrist, and the shoulder injury from Amadine all banded.



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The Royal London Hospital. 11 PM.

Paul: "Whe.. Where am i?"

*Pain strikes*

Paul: "AAAUUUGHH!"

Gary: "Hey! Yo! Finally come to Earth, eh? Sup?"

Seeing a man with a black scar on his left eye, Paul demands some clarification.

Paul: "Who the heck are you? Now that i remember.. you driving me from the nightmare that is a woman wanting me blood."

And before Gary could answer, Armand heads in with people following him getting blocked by the staff working overnight.

Armand: "Ahh.. Paul! I wonder what happened when Gary here told me you got hit by a car."

Gary: "Hey... Misty!"

Gary meeting Armand is a different story altogether. ## 7

Paul: "(Who is this guy, to manipulate me cause of injury like that?) Where's the judge?"

Armand: "The judge went back, not knowing any of this. Just tell him about it when he mentions it. It won't be long for him to find out, either way."

Paul: "And how about me family. I got to get back to them. That crazy green assassin."

Paul's erratic movement had him feel more pain from his shoulder.

Paul: "*exhales*"

Armand: "Assassin? Did i hear that right?"

Gary: "Hahaha, he's a funny guy, you know, Misty."

Gary had to swiftly fly towards Paul for sorting out exposure with the wrong words.

Gary: "*whispers to Paul* Hey, you don't mind keeping it hush hush. It's not like everyone will believe you."

Paul: "*sigh* alright.."

Armand: "Anyways, i got the memo from Englehart, and he's relaying all info of you here to your family. They're coming over with the Gran Turismo as we speak. Taxis.. at this time of night? They won't be taking my funds no more.."

Aside from hearing imaginary taxi drivers weeping, Paul felt a little more relieved after such an experience.

Paul: "Oh.. Cheers, man. I need to know what happened to my girl. Last time i was calm, she's been spooked."

Armand: "From what i heard, she's okay now. Her favorite uncle Englehart really makes her okay now. He's a wizard! Not a pinball wizard, mind you.. *strums guitar*"

Paul: "Haha. I have to get him a new shirt. And, by the way, who the heck are you? Scar-on-the-eye guy."

Gary: "They call me Gary Dhetto, but call me Gary D, or G-man, or whatever you want."

Despite Paul not trusting Gary much, he has his token of appreciation, at least.

Paul: "Alright. You two really make my mess of a night a better one."

It didn't take very long from then that Paul sees by Armand a nurse accompanying his wife and Amelia, who looked somewhat better. Englehart was there too. Armand took the opportunity.

Armand: "Ahh.. Engie. Let's get going, my German Shepherd."

The duo left, while Gary got to work.

Gary: "Hey, sweet cheeks. What's your sign? I can see.. *rubs Carrie's stomach* up hill climb."

Despite being rather short and skinny, Gary makes a stud's approach.

Gary: "Hoo-hah!"

Carrie: "Ugh. What a disgusting person!"

*PUNCH*

The punch was aimed at Gary's jaw, causing his chin to extend momentarily. He spins in pain as he loses his footing, and stars rotate above his head.

Gary: "Tweee... *downed*"

Gary gets downed, left unnoticed for the time being.

Paul: "Hey! Sorry about my meeting's little mess here."

Amelia: "Daddy.. what happened?"

Carrie: "I don't care what happened, but as long as he's fine, it's okay to me. Dear.."

Paul: "I'll be out in a few days, seeing the level of pain I'm having now. Just got a rather unfortunate chip off me shoulder.."

Hearing about the perpetrator, Paul sees his only daughter still shaken.

Amelia: "Daddy.. about 'her'."

Carrie: "Me and Engie never figured who this 'her' is?"

Paul: "Listen dear, is this 'her' a woman with green hair?"

Amelia: ".... i don't know, but she said.. something about how long has it been.."

Carrie: "So, someone you know?"

Paul: "I don't know.. i never met.. that woman in green.."

Paul sees the shadow behind Amelia. It was then he realized the real shadow's identity if it really wasn't Amadine.

Paul: "You.. why? Up until now, you haunt me. Did you finally come to yer senses and went for me?"
Amelia and Carrie took their time to turn around and see, and to Amelia, she meets the shadow again.

Amelia: "*screams* No!"

Carrie: "Amelia, sweetheart! Don't worry. Mommy's here."

She hides behind the opposite side of the bed, nearly spilling the blood pack needed for Paul. Ginoa is visibly covered in bandages all over her. Carrie follows suit to comfort the spooked little girl.

Ginoa: "She's a rather scaredy one, Henderson."

Paul: "Lass.."

Carrie: "Who's she?!"

Hardly moving her arm, she extends for a handshake.

Ginoa: "Call me Ginnie. I met Paul when you were sleeping with the fishes. And.. i kind of put your little sweetheart in a death or death situation."

Paul: "Carrie, honey. Please don't go jumping in.. she's a friend and an one that can help. Please forgive her."

Ginoa: "Yes. And i have no idea Gare-bear can make himself such a.. comfy.. RUG!"

Ginoa stands firmly over the lower areas of her partner. This was on purpose.

*PAIN*

Gary: "*moans* Not... Cool..."

But upon realizing the eye scar, Amelia took a more emotional look at Gary.

Amelia: "Isn't he the one? The one that.."

Ginoa: "Yeah.. it's a long story. But anyways.. I managed to shoo away the woman in green. She won't bug you any longer, but for who knows how the f:censored: long."

Paul: "You've really proven your name against her, haven't ya? Just curious on how you know I'm here, and reaching the place in your current state."

Behind the heavily bandaged assassin is another man.

???: "We found trouble, and they've spread towards you, it seems."

And this figure approaches. Red hair.. all full of seriousness.. we know who this is.

Clark: "Yes.. It seems trouble has found you, eh Paul? Luckily, for your sorry ass, there's these two I've called in, as a favor for my brother. It appears that we've found some rotten pests snooping all over Nash and you."

Carrie: "Oh my God.."

Clark: "And that's just the gist of it. To put it bluntly: we have a threat. We've yet to identify it. Nash and Alan are working on their attention span towards us.."

Paul: "So? What's the plan now? I'm not getting out of this hospital for a while, am i?"

Clark: "No, but that's good. I have Ginoa here watch you for the time being. Keep him safe, Assassin."

Ginoa: "Haha.. Ohh i don't do defense, Clarkie."

Clark: "Ohh.. really? Don't make me forget that I know a few hundred thousand with your name on it."


*KACHING*


Ginoa: "And.. i know an assassin who's been hired."

Carrie: "Assassin? Paul!"

Paul: "Hey.. i trust these people. Don't worry."

Carrie: "*sigh* Okay.."

Clark: "Also! Paul."

Paul: "Huh?"

Clark: "They're coming.."

Pelican
The Maccabees
Given To The Wild


*SOUND*


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Clark: "The Mythic. Arriving soon. Ready yourselves, pawn. Nash is already settling with the practice on getting you out of here quick, i promise you that."

*SOUND*


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Clark: "And my approach to you now is because we want to bring them in. We want YOU to see them, and get to know them. You're the odd one out in their social circle, and we want to ensure there is synergy between you all."

*SOUND*


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Paul: "Okay.."


FIN PART 2

Author's Notes



- These are some of the most revised scenes I've ever done, so if you see an inconsistency, please tell me. Actually, i will appreciate any inconsistency pointed out.

- Lack of pictures? Hey, I'm sorry. Just.. don't look at me like that. (Yeah, this one's a doozy, with comparable text to a chapter of Harry Potter.) :indiff:

- Despite being closer friends, they're not going to make much of an important role to the current chapter, except Englehart.

- The cars appear. Mythic is here. Readers of my past fiction should know who's who. And Pelican? Yeah, it's kind of their theme song now.

- Action early in the fiction? Yeah, it's good to rile the crowd up on what's to come soon enough.

- The using YouTube videos to mimic car ignitions is a very recent addition. Just listen to the sound, and exit tab when it's achieved. I just freaking hope you AdBlock Youtube (Don't AdBlock here, ladies and gents :D)

- Like the orange? It's Paprika, from the Eagle Talon. Most cars would have colors that are available to the car upon purchase. This GranTurismo will be the first to break that rule. I'll warn you when i can.

- Also, the amount of characters to be introduced.. MORE THAN I WOULD IMAGINE! Why? Wait till past the Prologue. Even after Hayato, Fiona and Singh, there are about a dozen of them to be announced, with some veterans.

- And it's really predictable the Creator's Pet returns for a second round at getting the ladies. I just hope you don't hate me for it. Influences for Gary include the ever so dangerous boss in the world of Saints Row, with some development from Claude, OG Loc from GTA, and the brilliant but crazy Murdock foo from the A-Team.

- Okay, new characters. Armand! Armand has no direct inspiration, aside from my love of 80-90s rock. There's a lot of love there, and Armand has a lot of pieces, from Jon Bon Jovi, Eddie Van Halen, AC/DC and more. Also: his namesake comes from DJ Armand Van Helden.

- Englehart, the silent giant, comes in from influences such as Kenshiro from Fist Of The North Star, K' of King Of Fighters and Eliot Spencer of Leverage. Also, he's always close to Armand, no homo. An Ernie and Bert.

- The Richelieu were always siblings, but let's take them one by one. Amadine is meant to be the Anna to the Nina that is Ginoa. But it was the dark action girl Shego of Kim Possible that takes the influence cake. Side influences would be Paige of TRON: Uprising, and the style of Joe the Condor, from Gatchaman.

- Mirielle's inspiration is mainly from Rachel Alucard of Blazblue. There isn't much but she's technically inspired from any posh woman from a foreign country, mixed with a tinge of Disney princess.

- Boniface comes naturally as a rival for Paul (spoiling some potential content here), and his influence are the rivals from Pokemon, except he's not a total ass. A direct influence would be Black & White's Striaton City Gym Leaders Cress, Chili and Cilan. Others include the look of Shelley de Killer of Ace Attorney, and the racing history of Lewis Hamilton.

- Ginoa has been the Assassin of infamy, dead or alive. Her return to be the rival to Amadine is a plot point for later, alongside being Paul's partner in Germany once. The mystery of Kasumi Goto of Mass Effect, alongside the skills of both the Williams sisters from Tekken, and the protagonists of Assassin's Creed builds her character.


Cars Introduced.


- Gary's SRT Charger "Ghetto Barge". Gary's soft spot in cars is the HEMI technology. Power and skill required to drive at the reward of pleasure not available from most other cars. Gary's experience driving fast is actually rather unknown, but with a milestone for once going 224 mph and not crashing. Gary has potential.

- Englehart's Maserati GranTurismo "A Burning Passion". Englehart has a strong heart. He believes the Maserati have them as well. Also, he likes showing off a little, and this will help attract the ladies, especially if Englehart isn't really muscly or handsome.

- Clark's 430 Scuderia "Cavallo Della Malvagita". The very car that stood as a testament to Clark Kayne's role as the Messiah. At the time of it's debut, Clark looked for a fast, reliable Ferrari that wouldn't cost too much, and this would be the one he seeks. Being tuned by Dark Horse Tuning Garage, this is the very car that faced off Outlaw in the ultimate street racing showdown a year ago, and lost by a slight margin. The loss stands as an achievement for such a sleeper V8.


Cast Introduced.


- Armand von Mysticio. A popular stage magician from Las Vegas, but also a rockstar willing to revive the vibe of 80s rock. Paul is a fan, and became friends after a series of events.

- Englehart. Former martial artist champion. Enjoys beating people up for no reason, except his friends. A big hearted giant, with fists of mountains and a spirit of a saint.

- Amadine Richelieu. The eldest of the Richelieu. A natural sleek, slender female athelete, but also one of the best at a more difficult profession: assassination. Jealous of a certain assassin whose name goes around the underworld.

- Mirielle Richelieu. The middle of the Richelieu. A successful businesswoman turned into lord of some French nuclear plants. Sees a potential in racing, and has heard of Mythic. For reasons unknown, she seeks to find their uses for her gain.

- Boniface Richelieu. The youth of the Richelieu. Mostly retired due to family wealth, but also a former Formula 3 racer. Was Paul's most feared rival in his days in touring car racing. Also: a sommelier, and willingly serves anyone as much as he can, aside from the track.

- Ginoa Fantoccia. The infamous Assassin. Was confirmed dead a year ago by law enforcement, and feared for many reasons. A natural at the killing art, claiming to be a walking weapon. Very few have seen her true form and live.

- Gary Dhetto. Former gangster living in Los Angeles. A wealthy actor, criminal and failure of a rapper at the same time. Is the playa of the streets, and a natural with the gun. Apparently got into street racing recently, and getting promising results from it as well. Ding dong, he's also the favorite of mine.


Memories Of The Legacy.


While Ginoa and Gary make their respective returns, there isn't that much I'd like to share compared to what's to come.

1) Only one person matches this description. Kate-Lynne Yamada A.K.A. ermm, you should know.

2) Amelia has been threatened by someone before in her life. Before a bulletstorm, the Assassin of infamy, Ginoa, held her at knifepoint regarding information from Paul.

3) The Judge mentioned a Dark Horse in Germany. It refers Jacob from his exploits in chapter 3.

4) Paul was told that begging would get him killed before. It was Ginoa.

5) This kick claimed lives, except for Gary and Amadine so far. It was Ginoa's.

6) That day, Gary had someone bleeding on his car's chair (another SRT). It was.. dun dun dun... Ginoa. She's on a roll.

7) Gary can make friends, he can. This is the same way of explanation on how Gary meets Jacob in 1-2.


Thoughts.


As the so called Creator's Pet, do any of you actually hate Gary?

Okay, I'll be brutally honest. Gary isn't really a Creator's Pet: he's just named that. I've yet to see negative opinions on him.

What makes Gary stand out, aside from his eye scar, is the fact that i prefer him. Over the Author Avatar, even. In anything i can create, there has to be at least one form of the Ghetto Dude. Purple shirt, young, teenage look. Personality of a black guy. He's a living parody of Justin Bieber, mixed with gangsters from the GTA franchise, add a touch of awesome, and poof! Also, he's going to be the man to do the many Spongebob jokes in the story.

You have reason to hate him, but he's not a Mary Sue. It shows when he takes his feelings over duty. And he's given some negative traits, such as height and all around stupidity.


Coming Up:


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"Come on! There's no way i will hold back on killing someone."

"The baby... the baby has been taken.."

"How can you forget.. the dark horse that shook those very foundations of our fathers?"



Part 3: West Icon in East Atlantic.

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"The Highland Wyrm sighted.."

"Please! GET OUT! AAHH! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! WAAAHH!"

"I'm the boss, and will always be called as such, capice?"

"Gary is a swindler, but he didn't lie. These are pretty suspicious indeed."

"Now.. we play the game. I was told not to kill anyone this night, but.. you! You are a smart man, and i will offer you a chance at redeeming your unlucky intelligence."

"You begged, Henderson. Didn't i tell you i would kill those that do so?"

"I see.. you're not dead at all, mademoiselle Ginoa Fantoccia."

"The Mythic. Arriving soon. Ready yourselves, pawn."


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Part 3: West Icon In East Atlantic.


Silverstone Circuit, Towcester. 4 PM.


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Gathering more than just his self, Paul brings along his darling Aston Martin to the very well known track of Silverstone just north of Oxford.


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Being a regular, Paul pays minimum for his rounds every time he visits; even less when the people hosting the track to the public knows very much about the Highland Wyrm.


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Paul shows no compromise when on the track; a focus hard to find. Wearing a safety regulated racing suit, his view behind the helmet is natural to him.


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Many laps are already done, but Paul keeps going to try besting his 2:08.394 lap record.


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Aside from a hired pit crew and land keepers, hardly anyone is present on the scene. Paul tends to head to the track when nobody's around, and when nothing's happening.


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To protect the man from another attack, Gary and Ginoa are sitting by the bleachers closest to the International pits, having what looks like a scene of romantic comedy.


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Gary: "Say, I'd want to ask a little something on the delicate side of things, you don't mind?"

Ginoa: "Emm... Not really. What's on your mind, Gare-bear?"

Gary: "Just something for a little fun. Alright.. It's that Aston Martin. Think you can.. nick the driver with a rifle?"

Actually smiling from hearing said challenge, Ginoa turns to the track, then aims at the car with her two arms as it brakes into the Club Corner, like a photographer.


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Ginoa: "A properly scoped rifle, and I can take it when he brakes for that corner."

Gary can hear her speaking eerily, hearing a seriously deadly tone.

Gary: "Whoa, girl. I didn't want you to do it for real."

Ginoa: "I won't. I'm somewhat... belated in terms for knowing Paul."

Gary: "Sooo.. tell me what's the scoop."

Ginoa: "He's... he's a nice guy. When i first met him in Paris, he.. he looked pretty bleak. White faced. He showed to me a sniper. It wasn't aiming at me, but at him."

Gary: "A timid guy? Smells like a fried chicken if you ask me?"


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Ginoa: "Nah. Someone's got to his head before me. I was pretty mad.. cause you got free from prison that shouldn't even let go."

Gary: "What go me out was that.. I got the best employer! For that, it's easy to tell that I won't forget Mr. V. Ever." ## 1

Ginoa: "Hmm... how is it that we, the worst of nemeses, turn into friendly faces."

To summarize the situation, Gary's brain actually got to work, along with the blasting of a German made, British powered V12.


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Gary: "F:censored: if i know, girl. I guess it just happens, yo."

Ginoa: "Just as i thought."

Gary: "What? I look at you, and you look at me straight up. We got the baddest of blood when it comes to being enemies, and here we are.."

Ginoa: "I'd say about the same. What's the chances?"

Gary: "It's that nice kick of yours that kind of gave me the oomph to save your sweet ass."

Ginoa: "Right.."


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Gary: "Think something like that can be done to the one in green?"

Ginoa: "Madame? I.. i don't think it's going to work like that for her. Unlike you, she's a lot smarter."

Gary: "I guess you have rivals that have to end in the usual unfortunate manner, eh?"

Ginoa: "Just be glad you aren't one of them!"

Gary: "Hey, hey, chill, girl! Don't you ever hold back on things?"

Ginoa: "Come on! There's no way i will hold back on killing someone."

Gary: "Alright.. forget i ever said that, Gin."

Gary looks to the left of him to see Ginoa, who has been on edge ever since they arrived in the UK. Due to the battle between her and Amadine, she had little time to relax, preparing for any moment the assassin in green may strike.


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Gary, who's been more relaxed since she has been on his side for a year now, takes worry, but not by much. He turns on a pocket radio next to him, hearing a song.

Listen To The Music
The Doobie Brothers
Best Of The Doobies



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Back on the track..



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Paul, coincidentally, has tuned to the same radio station. Nobody can escape The Doobies.

Ticking the next lap just inches off beating his best lap, he keeps going after seeing the car still having ample amounts of fuel.



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After half an hour..


*radio chatter*


Paul: "(Hmm.. something's up with the radio) What's wrong, pal?"

Radio: "Mate, we've received a distress call from your phone."

Paul: "Distress? Have a look see, will ya?"

Radio: "Alright. You have multiple missed calls from one number, mate. It's from a.. Doctor Singh?"

Paul: "Singh? Alright. Permission to come in?" ## 2

Radio: "Come on back in, Paul."

Curious with the messages, Paul re-enters the pit lane eventually.


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He meets up with the man handling the rentals. Bringing his own car made it cheaper for everyone, even though not everyone owns a sports car.

Finished for the day, Paul undresses the racing suit and back to his casuals. Then, Paul heads to his phone, to see a missed call from Dr. Singh. Making the call to reply, the phone beeps until..


Paul: "Hel.."

Voice Message: "Hallo. This is Doctor Jayendra Singh, and you have the pleasure of calling my phone. I'm in work or something, so leave a message after the beep."

*BEEP*

Paul: "Doc? It's me, Paul. Listen, you called for me and i was busy, so now's a good time to hand me the details. Cheers."

*hangs*

Paul: "I wonder what that crazy Indian is up ta."

Along with people cleaning it up and swapping tires, two more people huddled around Paul's Aston Martin.

Gary: "It's all clear, Paulie Shore. No activity of them Frenchies."

Paul: "Ahh. You're.. G-man was it?"

Making a video game reference, Gary shakes his head in confusion.

Gary: "G-man? At least i don't hide around like some p:censored:."

Ginoa: "... odd. Well, Paul, i haven't seen you over a year. Clarkie called the right person to protect you and your family."

Paul: "As much as i don't really like you, lass, it's nice to have someone on my side.. and of all people... you." ## 3

Ginoa takes Paul's extending of greetings as an opening for a more serious note. She grabs his arm, and holds it and Paul to a position to strike.


Ginoa: "No.. more.. being a baby.. Promise me that if you ever meet Madame Amadine again, you won't obey her every whim. She was a dominatrix, you know.."

Paul: "Yikes... i promise! Please!"

Gary takes his time to salt the wound.

Gary: "Yo, Gin. He's.. ermm.. begging."

Ginoa: "Come on, Paul.. You're better than that!"

Paul: "...."

Paul, instinctively, shoved her backwards, re-twisted his arm to its neutral position, and turned to face her. Ginoa, knocked back, rolled backwards and stood back up quickly.

Ginoa: "Whoo.. that's the initiative you need to take every time, i suppose."

Paul: "Coming from you, it means a lot, lass."

Ginoa: "It does."

Paul then received a text. To his surprise, the contents mentioned of his importance.

Carrie in hospital now! Child imminent! Come ASAP. - Singh.

Paul: "Dear God! (Of all the moments of me life, it's now?!)"

Gary: "What's up?"

Paul: "Me second child's coming! I have to be at the hospital in London."

Ginoa: "Well, get going, Paul. We'll be behind you."

Paul: "Really? I'm going to go crazy in the highways. You better have something that can catch up."

And with that, Gary pushes his significant other aside and shows off.

Gary: "Don't worry, buddy.. My SRT clocks in at around 800 horses. It's a beaut. You got more than the average bling under the hood, yo!"

Ginoa: "(He just won't shut up, huh?!) Just go. Nobody would attempt a kill at 120 miles per hour."

Paul: "Okay.. okay.. See you there!"

Paul rushes to his Aston Martin and leaves the circuit. The Aston Martin's V12 gives a beautiful sound, although everyone outside thought of getting some medicine at the moment the V12 reaches the maximum rpm.


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Queen Charlotte's Hospital, London. 5 PM.

While Paul rushed and sped on the M1, he managed to reach the hospital just an hour from leaving Silverstone, with Gary and Ginoa to clean up, and catch up later on.

Upon opening up a toll gate, Paul arrives by the parking lot. He drives by the many cars and sees an open space by a red Jaguar XKR-S, to whom he knows the owner.
## 4


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Getting out after parking the car, Paul made a simple comment to his mentor's new car.

Paul: "Al? I wouldn't be so surprised."

The Show Must Go On
Queen
Greatest Hits III


As Paul headed further to the door, he saw what appears to be a yellow NSX. He also recognizes this car, as Singh's.


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Paul: "I wouldn't be surprised if Singh made it here with this. That man can spend some money, he can.."

The Doctor
The Doobie Brothers
Best Of The Doobies


But then, just by the door, something took his interest. A hooded man took out his phone to take the photo of a car he parked next to. As Paul approaches..


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Paul: "Hoi! What's with the photography?"

Man: "Oh! You scared me there, buddy!"

Judging by the accent, the irish bloke explained to Paul what's up.

Man: "Ermm.. i just loike nice cars."

From where Paul stands, it's blocked by a tuned MINI, presumably owned by the camera man.

Paul: "And what's this car you're taking a photo of, hmm?"

Man: "Come over and have a look at it yerself."

With the tuned MINI blocking Paul's curiosity, it shows that the height of this car is relatively low. Paul couldn't see it until he came closer. From what he saw, it was a masterpiece.


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Paul: "A Ford GT?" ## 5

Man: "Ye don't see theese beauties everywhere, mate."

Paul's mind took a small moment to deduce.. does he know who owns this car? Black with white stripes ring a bell for our hero?

Paul: "Is it just me, or do i know who's car this is?"

Man: "When ya do, you have to ask him how es it still running, eh? Hehaha *takes more photos*"

Then, like an arrow to the apple, it hit him.



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"It's good to be back.... hehehehaa." ## 6


"It's all on superiority! That's how they took your life away, one by one. They were stronger, bigger, ruthless."


"I lost a partner in my lifetime. I have relied on being alone for a long time. Friends backed me.. and i am still empty.."


"Catch up, Paul, or we may never see your precious Amelia again."


"I am still empty, Paul. The outlaw torn."



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A man has his mind blown, as Paul couldn't predict anyone else but one that gave him the shivers.

Paul: "Could it be? Ja.. Jacob Ross?"

Paul sees a whole more than just a Ford GT. He sees the opponent that defeated him a year ago. A potent racer, whose ego bested his own body once, and proclaims himself the king of all street racers.

Now, a year has passed since Paul took a role to help him battle the man's inner demon. What would a purified host of a demon be, he wonders.


Paul: "This is the Dark Horse! Jacob Ross' car! I know it!"


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Man: "Wait.. shake me head once.. THE Jacob Ross? The Dark Horse ay?! Man, what a guy, what a guy. I hope he doesn't mind me taking shots of his pretty car."

Paul heads in towards the hospital grounds while the man suddenly noticed the V12 Vantage.

Man: "Ooh!"


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Being not his first time in the hospital, Paul heads to the maternity section, where he sees his wife on a bed, with some other people notable around.

Firstly, there is Doctor Jayendra Singh. A talented man from all the way in Bombay, he stooped ahead of his people and became an educated doctor as both a physician and a psychologist. His most known features include his mutton chops, his clean short brown hair, and also his yellow sweater vest, always underneath his doctor's coat.


Next, an old man with white, combed hair and a classy outfit matching the early sixties. This is Alan Robinson, and his role in Paul's life has been large, with his daughter married to Paul, and having to mentor his initial racing career years ago.

Alan has been alone ever since Carrie left him, but to accompany him now, there is someone. A Japanese woman in a kimono all the way in the UK? This woman is Nami Seno, whose role in life outside Japan has yet to be seen. Also, she is the mother of one of the Mythic, but which one?

Aside from them, there's hardly anyone notable aside from nurses. Paul had Amelia on his mind while entering, while distracted by the whole commotion.

Paul: "What's going on, everyone?"

Singh: "Paul! Just in the nick of time. Your wife's in a lot of pain, but she's not going away, i assure you. Healthy, cute baby boy! Nothing out of the ordinary!"

Singh is full of pep and confidence. Possibly why Paul respects him a lot.

Alan: "I'd say, Paul my boy, i trust this man a lot."

Paul: "You can trust Singh for all the doctor things. And.. this is your sweetheart?"

Nami bowed at her son-in-law. Paul never met Nami, even after she's been in the UK for a year now.

Nami: "Yes. Call me Nami, or even Nami-sama, if you're into honorifics. I just hope you wouldn't forget that."

Paul: "That's not likely to happen, ma'am. You're looking to fit well in this country, like he has."

Singh: "Yea. Not big problem when it comes to inter-nationality here."

Nami: "Haha. I already felt that when i came here, not to worry."

Paul: "Just wondering, but where's Amelia?"


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Amelia waits just outside, needing a place to sit down after endless standing, and also censor her young senses to her mother's pain.

Amelia: "Uncle Eng? How does a baby come out of my mom's tummy?"

Engie: "Ugh.."

Babysitting isn't his most hated job, but it is when Amelia likes to ask questions on the surroundings, worsened by the hospital.


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Nami: "She's under surveillance."

Paul took notice at his wife, currently taking a nap. The baby's currently missing from the incubator.

Paul: "Ermm.. where's the child? Me second child?"

Singh: "Oh. Someone came up to me, insisting he hold him. Big man. Got this eerie feeling."

Alan: "This someone?"

Alan makes a small pause, hiding the delicate information from Paul in purpose.

Alan: "Oh? Him... Let's say he's also insisted on naming him."

Nami: "And this is all with your wife's permission."

A man has beaten Paul for introducing the baby boy to the world. Paul has no other emotion to play with, aside panic.

Paul: "WHAT?! But.. but.. come on! Can't i get that permission? And then, the baby... the baby has been taken.."

Alan: "Don't worry. He's just by the balcony there, giving that newborn some of London's fresh air."

Nami: "Ohh, but I'll be honest here: it's nowhere like in Nippon on how the air is."

As Nami head to start another small quarrel with her husband, Paul then headed to the balcony.

Then, he felt a vibe. The vibe similar to when he approached the Ford.
## 7

Paul: "Darn. I've already got so far, can't stop now."

He kept going, to see the sun and the clouds. It was quiet, and he sees a figure. Looking at the amount of hair he has, he already deduced that a total stranger took his child.

He lullabies the child. It was a rather dark lullaby.

???: "Hush, little baby.. don't say a word. And.. never mind that noise.. you heard. It's just the beast under your bed.. In your closet, in your head.."

Paul's already had enough taken from him. A man that beat him in carrying his second child won't leave without any expression to Paul's more dark thoughts..

Naturally, he politely asks.

Paul: "Pardon me, but.. who are you and why have you taken my child?"

Hearing from Paul, the man turns. Paul thinks he recognizes the man.

Better Than You
Metallica
ReLoad
## 8

Paul: "What the? But.."

The man, who carries a face of a serious person and a small tuft of hair, carries the newborn child by his arm.

The man has muscly arms, and wears a black leather jacket. Not many know of the purpose of the zipper by his left shoulder. Alongside that, he has a t-shirt within, and nice grey jeans.

A notable thing was a black cowboy hat that gives Paul the shivers. This man responds back.

Straight from the sunset, the very man that began a legacy makes his return.


Jacob: "So, right now.. You might be wondering how this scene came to exist in front of you... Paul."

Paul: "Yes.. yes.. and i thought you were at outpatients or something like that?"

Jacob: "That.. won't suit me at all. I'm not one to take that much of a risk in life. Army vet. It teaches you to be safe, while I'm hardly such."

This man is Jacob Ross: a legend in the making, while already a legend in the eyes of the one that follow Outlaw: his alternate identity as he rules the roads. When it comes to the other Mythic, Paul's closest friend in it has to be Jacob.


Having doubt, Paul had to question.

Paul: "Pardon me for asking, but.. you are Jacob Ross, correct?"

Jacob's face shows what appears to be a sinister sneer: a favorite habit of his.

Jacob: "What? How can you forget.. the dark horse that shook those very foundations of our fathers?"

Paul: "But I am right? I just don't recognize you with hair, is all."

One notable trait of the handsome Jacob Ross is his lack of hair. This time around, he is seen with a thin tuft of dark brown hair.

Jacob: "Well, it's not like a little hair can get me fired from being in the army. Plus, it's that or bald jokes incoming. Like artillery, it will hurt whether they hit or not."

Paul: "Alright.. and about my child? You're not a parent, from what i know."

Jacob: "Why do i act the father, you ask? Well, it's because of what's to come. Alan filled me in on what we've talked about back in Japan."

Paul: "Right.. the big Mythic jamboree."

Jacob: "Yes, and to ensure that goes smooth, i want compensation. I know, it's naughty of me to ask."

Paul makes the guess. Alan already told him, and he knew it had to be.

Paul: "You want to name the child? I don't care about his name, but i want to hold him."

While Paul grabs him from Jacob with both of his hands, he's apparently a little heavier than expected. The asleep child enters Paul's world as his second boy.

Jacob: "Well, before you came, i had a talk with Carrie. Nothing personal, but she agreed with my decision of naming the boy. She quite liked it when i named it.. Jacob."

Paul: "Well.."

Paul's mind took a dive that if it weren't for Jacob's actions, he might not have been able to be free from the wrath of an enemy already gone.
## 9

Paul: "I can't say no to that decision. I trust your decision is a fine one."

Jacob: "I'm glad you thought of that, then."

Paul: "Alright."

Upon looking at the boy..

Paul: "Jacob seems like a fine name, anyways, if Carrie's okay with it."

Paul heads back to the bed and puts the baby back in the incubator. He then takes a look around for Singh.

Paul: "Where's the doctor?"

Alan decides to make an impersonation.

Alan: "Hohoho... I'm the doctor."

While someone else decides against it.

*THWACK*

Nami: "Don't be ridiculous. The doctor's gone for a moment, but he'll be back."

Jacob: "You don't have to hit him that hard."

Nami: "Your father-in-law can be a bit stubborn, you know. Trust me. It's some of these that taught Shinzo-sama some manners."

Jacob: "This won't be the end. I'll see another world war when i hear Alan stops getting pounded."

Jacob's defensive towards Alan was during his days of Mythic. Jacob, while primarily taught from Nash, has a few touches from Alan. He never met the Messiah before their big race, however.

Paul: "I guess i can help you get along with him."

Alan: "Oww.. yes. That can be a good idea. Enough banter from the old man, hohoho."

Nami: "You two look like you need to catch up. I mean, you can be best friends if given the time. Let me and Otto take care of the boy and Carrie-san."


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Jacob and Paul end up in front of the hospital to get some real London air.


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Lucky Man
The Verve
Urban Hymns


Jacob: "You stayed at the cold dread, haven't you?"

Paul: "Aye. I've been in this country since the time we last met. How about you?"

Jacob: "I'm sure you know about my wife. We got together again. A man reunited with his wife plus a lot more money equals a worldwide honeymoon. Mainly to catch up on lost time. You might think a year's too long, but.. time really flies when you're having fun."

Paul: "Fun huh? (I need to save up for these world trips.) How's about a place to stay?"

Jacob: "Atlanta, Georgia. Moved a few miles away, but.. same place, and.. not really a surprise i stay around, huh?"

Paul: "Well, that's mostly predictable. Trying to steer clear of street racing?"

Jacob steered away from using street racing as something that mattered to him.

Jacob: "Heh... What's not predictable is that I.. have a second home here. Just at Guildford. Near a friend's place."

Paul: "I expected you'd be with your mother's place. Aunt Nami, or well, mother in law. You're married to her daughter, is it?"

Jacob was surprised, for Paul not really remembering his sweetheart very much. While in that pause, he took the moment to rearrange his cowboy hat.

Jacob: "...technically, we're brothers, but i have one of my own to mess around with."

Paul never had a bigger brother, even though Jacob's just a year younger. His height speaks otherwise when it comes to who's the boss. Paul had to ask the obvious.

Paul: "How's the UK?"

Jacob: "Cold, but there's more to it than saying that's the only thing i care about."

Paul: "You should wait for summertime. You don't get that in the states, no?"

Jacob: "Nah. Seasons are just trouble. I've been clinging on this jacket for a longer moment now."

Paul's curiosity had to fill in to answer the story behind the mysterious zipper on his left shoulder. ## 10

Paul: "That zipper though.."

Jacob answered fast on it, as if he was hiding it.

Jacob: "Just an ornament, nothing more and less. Although, if you're truly curious.."

Paul: "It's brings curiosity, since it's only at your left shoulder."

Jacob: "I once broke my left arm, so i had this made at the time."

It's already obvious to Paul that Jacob is a very bad liar. Having some of the Judge's moves rub off him, Paul strikes.

Paul: "Liar. That's a bloody lie, that is."

Jacob: "Whatever. I'm not going to tell you head on, but it's something to do with Mythic, and Outlaw. Put the pieces together. It's not hard, especially when you know about Outlaw's infamous tattoo."

Paul: "You had it removed, last i heard."

And Jacob thought immediately about his hat, and stared upon it for a while.

Jacob: "Essentially removing him from this world." ## 11

Paul: "Okay.. let's reduce the serious. How about.. hobbies?"

Unaware to the Scot, Jacob was treated to a sight. He opens his arms.

Jacob: "Heh."

Paul: "What's a 'heh'?"

Paul had no realization on Ginoa being behind him.

Ginoa: "Boo!"

Paul jumped to Jacob, in a fashion like a brown dog jumps to his hippie.

Jacob: "You're one step ahead on pissing me off... Paul!"

Paul: "This isn't my fault! It's not even a natural reaction at all!"

Ginoa: "Ohh, this? So it does work? Gary suggested it. I expected a rather less of a reaction."

Jacob: "Gary? (Dear God..) He has the pranking skills of Bern, more or less. You know what Gary just did? *grunts*"

Only Jacob notices Gary, behind the Assassin.

Gary: "BOO!"

The unexpected happened. Ginoa jumped across to the top of Jacob. While Jacob has the strength to carry one man for a good amount of time, the weight added on by the Assassin gave him much reason to fall on his back. And, unlike just now, Jacob was not prepared.

Gary would assume a meteor landed on the planet after what he did. His face shows a deep sense of satisfaction.


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Tomfoolery
David Snell
Spongebob Squarepants Original Soundtrack.


After a moment, it went from that to a normal mood. Luckily, nobody was injured, and Gary was still alive.

Nobody would take their eyes off Gary anymore, even when they see him rip open a granola bar like a banana.

Only after the first shot is fired is when they return fire.


Gary: "Now that was a triumph! I'm making a note to myself here.. HUGE SUCCESS! *chews*"

With more discomfort, Gary knows how to begin supreme unrest while raising his left hand.

Gary: "*muffled* High five?"

Ginoa: "You as:censored:!"

Gary: "Ahh, you leave me hanging AGAIN! *sigh* Whatevs, Gin. What up, J?"

*HANDSHAKE*

Jacob: "Everything alright for me. What's new with you, Gare-bear?" ## 12

Paul: "Gare-bear?"

Ginoa: "It's a small something. He's used to being called that."

Gary: "Yeah, dawg. But.. only to close pals. You're looking at the big dog on G-man's leash."

Paul: "Now that i think about it, do i know you from somewhere before?"

Jacob: "Yes, now that i see YOU again, it reminds me of something.. have i seen you somewhere before? Like, in Melbourne, Singapore, Moscow.."

Gary: "What?! Don't be off the hook like that, J! (Damn, man. His wife's a hottie. Can't lose her forever..)" ## 13

From the hospital bed, it all made sense. It was strange that it took Paul this long to realize he's met Gary once.

Paul: "You're the guy who tried to kill me and me girl once."

Ginoa: "Ohhoo, Paulie.. don't be silly. He was aiming at me."

Gary: "Yeap. Got no stake against you, just your employers and her ass. Although i don't mind collateral.."

Paul: "Alright, you two. You can scram now."

Jacob: "You don't have to send them off now. They're rather important to be around with, especially after a certain assassin on the loose."

Jacob was informed. Even when he's not the target, he has to make sure Paul's on his feet at all times.

Paul: "*sigh* For a 'bigger' brother, you have a wisdom of one."

Jacob: "You'd do well to trust me when it comes to these decisions. I hung out with criminals, and i have the experience of fighting ones that can kill."

Paul: "Well, my kid has 'Ginoaphobia'."

Rather than killing Paul, Ginoa takes that as a compliment.

Ginoa: "You know, i don't mind if they are going to name a disease after me. Just so as long the symptoms involve cruel and painful death."

Gary: "Heck, if i got a name on something, it's got to be a gun model or something. A disease is easily a f:censored: no from me."

Ginoa then checked her phone, which rang a message. The message, while private, has reminded her of something needed to be done.

Ginoa: "Okay.. i enjoyed talking to you boys, because a girl has her own private things, and.."

Gary: "See you, Gin."

Ginoa leaves the scene, entering the hospital. Three men now have their own moments. With intent of getting to know one another, Paul and Jacob wanted to be alone. But Gary had other ideas.

Gary: "Say, you know a nice place for some grub, Paulie Shore?"

Seconds after that, by pure coincidence, a car approaches the front of the hospital. A black McLaren F1 GTR.


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Speed Of Sound
Coldplay
X&Y


Jacob: "F1.. GTR? Damn.. and I thought there are only five of these in existence?"

Paul: "And not in McLaren Orange too? What the heck is it doing in black, and on the roads?"

Gary seemingly recognizes the driver of the car as it parks by his Charger.


Gary: "Never mind food, this is gonna be good, ya!"

Song Progress

The only person inside, Nash, exits the car parking by the men.


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The door opens upwards.

Nash: "*whispers* Okay.. that's Ross.. impressions, impressions. *clears throat* Ahh, my protege, Ross!"

Jacob: "Teach... been a while, it has."

The last time they met, Jacob was too emotionally wounded for a comforting reunion.

Now, however, their lives are in a good position. They then catch each others' arms as they meet in this fashion once again for a long time.
## 14

Nash immediately turns to Paul.

Nash: "How's the boy, Paul?"

Paul: "(How'd he know it was a boy?) Umm.. he's alright."

Gary: "*Clears throat to signal attention*"

And was forced to face Gary.

Nash: "And.. Gary! It's about time we meet face to face for real.. How was our good friend.. Vulture."

Gary: "He's alright. And i gotta mention: you're like the unshelled turtle version of that N i played around with, man. You're really N, am i getting that right or what?" ## 15

Nash: "Well, yes. It's not likely i want to be called that; i have to get out of hiding eventually."

Jacob: "Smell the air. It's fresh compared to the filth of one's shadow."

Gary: "I guess J's got the message."

Nash: "*inhales for a moment* And so have I. If it wasn't for the judge, Paul, i would've lost my inheritance."

Paul: "Trust me, it was pure luck that i found the judge all those years ago."

Nash: "So, what's new, Paul? No pressure, but, all eyes are on you. Jacob's got the message on our next big thing, and well, I'm sure Clark's filled your end, Gary."

Gary: "He told me everything. Really eager to get this along. It's like a movie heading towards the climax, only that we won't know.."

Nash: "It's promising to be large. We have the latest of the Dark Horses coming over, only that it's called something like 'the beast'. Ross' Dark Horse will gallop along and strong. You will put up a good show, correct?"

Jacob: "Yes. And let me break it to you. I'm NOT going to be bringing my precious Dark Horse to the fray this time. That car has rode along... hard and strong."

Jacob's most powerful asset was his Ford GT: a specially tuned variant of the norm. Being lighter and carry racing parts legal for the roads, it's considered the top of it's class, if the driver was the man taming the dark horse.

They're an inseparable pair of man and machine.

Everyone received a moment of shock. What is Jacob if it weren't for his Ford GT?


Paul: "What?! (That's warrior without his weapon..)"

Gary: "For real, dude?! (It better be something worth trading for.)"

Nash: ".... (Oh.. this better be good, Ross..)"

Jacob: "It's going to be good, trust me. Look here!"

Even full of confidence regarding his decision, Jacob takes out a paper, showing ownership papers, insurance and a pink slip to a brand new car. Also, it shows the key, all worn out from years of use, but looking restored.

Paul: "That is one old key. Maybe something of Clark's Countach level in terms of age."

About to say no, Nash wanted to seal his logic.

Nash: "Hand me those documents.."

Missing the delicate details, Nash went to the main page, and read it all out loud.

Nash: "Hmm hmm hmm.. 1966.. Ford GT Forty. A Mark 1? Four Million US dollars. And it looks clean too."


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Unbelievable? Nash slowly brought down the paper to see Jacob's smug smile.

Nash: "Who are you, and what have you done to Jacob Ross?"

Jacob: "What do you think, boys?"

No doubt Jacob would be the proprietor of something super duper. It leaves a reaction difficult to explain rather than:

WWHHAAAAAAATTT?!

Paul: "Gee.. gee.. gee.. tee.. fo.. fo.. FORTY?! *mouth left open*"

Gary: "A Mark 1. Lemme unclog these ears... Okay.. A mother f:censored:ing MARK ONE?! WHA? HOW? BUT? ERR? *emotes shooting himself in the head*"

Jacob: "And the paper is right, teach. Four million dollars.. gone."

After the mid 70s, A GT40 would be considered a relic, costing an equivalent of millions of dollars today. Four million can be considered generous if the economy isn't getting any worse.


Jacob: "After the honeymoon, and a few last spending sprees, I'm actually out of green, aside from daily living expenses. I'd guess... you want to know how hard Rin hit me after she saw that."

Nash: "She must be crazy with a riding crop against you, maybe.."

Paul: "Or a frying pan. Carrie's done it to me a few times already. Dislocated the jaw couple times already."

Gary: "Screw that! I'd be thinking she'd refuse to sleep with you."

The mind shall vanquish the sword, indeed.

Nash: "Gary! That's stone cold!"

Jacob: "Nah, believe it or not, he's right. *sighs* She's a little ticked off on what i did. For that, we kind of split up momentarily. Keeps the heat down, and she told me about girls needing 'personal time'."

Nash: "As much as i know about little Rin's personality, it's going to be hard for her to accept you back. And.. 'girls' needing space? i wonder who's the girl she's been meeting?"

Gary: "Hehehehe... (Idea! Create a disguise as Mrs. Dhetfire?)"

Jacob: "How is she handling?"

Nash: "Not too bad.. a small room in my mansion has been taken. The only thing: she visits London too frequently.."

Gary: "(B-E-A-utifuuul..) Hmm..."

Gary's sinister plans to abuse Rin is distracted when he takes a closer look at the McLaren.


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Nash: "Like it?"

Paul: "More like: who, where, how, when and why?"

Nash started going around the car, reminiscing the days he would go practice driving the car in speed, eventually connecting with such a beast.

Nash: "Who. It's mine. The inheritance also gave me my racing rights back."


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Nash: "Where? It was in a secluded high class storage facility."


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Nash: "How? It's like you all forget on how I was one of the great track racers of the last decade!"


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Nash: "When? Years ago, before even Mythic was formed."


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Nash: "Why? I'm one to one with Gordon Murray's ideals of the ultimate supercar."


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As Nash laid back in comfort, going back to his days racing, Gary decided to pop the balloon of nostalgia.

Gary: "I don't give a f:censored: on who knows you; them McLaren's always a sweet car."

Jacob: "I can vouch for that. If you remembered what i drove last year.." ## 16

Paul treated the fourth annual King Of The Ring as a traumatizing experience.

Paul: "Oh, God. Please, let's not bring that up again."

Nash realized, while Gary had to kill his partner, Jacob had his friends and family taken, Paul suffered the most from their mishaps in Nurburg last year.

Nash: "Huh.. alright. I want to see Alan. Paul, you don't mind if you bring me.."

Jacob had to intervene, giving Paul more time to relief, but more time for Jacob to meet his god child.

Jacob: "No. Allow me."

Jacob brought Nash inside, leaving Paul with Gary.

Paul: "So, what'll be the job you do every day? Hang around the assassin lass?"

Gary: "Naw.. I'm just a guy, hired to do whatever dirty business you have. Just tell me what rats need stomping, or maybe if you have an evil king needing to get his head loose.."

Paul: "Okay, okay. I get it."

Gary: "Atta boy."

Passing by Nash and Jacob, Englehart would exit the hospital with Amelia.

Gary: "What up, big E?"

Engie: "(First this, and now, GARY?!) Paul, may i suggest you bring the little girl home?"

Paul: "Huh? For what reason?"

Amelia: "Well.. Uncle Englehart didn't want me to stay long."

Englehart took a small dash ahead to go face to face with Paul.

Engie: "It's a hospital, for crying out loud. *quiet* Did you want to know how much sights i had to censor from her?"

Paul: "Alright.. alright.. calm down, Engie."

Putting the giant aside, Paul heads towards a much smaller target.

Paul: "Since mommy's going to be here for a while, I'll buy you something for dinner. What'll it be, lass?"

Amelia: "Just a few sandwiches. Enough meat from mommy's cooking."

Paul grabbed hold of his daughter's hand as they walk away from the other men.

Paul: "What'll it be this time? BLT? Tuna?"

Amelia: "Cheese! Cheese and onion."

Paul: "Allright, but be sure to brush yer teeth afterwards."

As Gary and Englehart looked on to the father, they wondered.

Gary: "Say, when you planning to get a kid, E?"

Engie: "I have no idea. You know you'd be asking that yourself too, right?"

Gary: "F:censored: yeah i did, a lot too. It's just that the great Gary D don't really have any prospecting wives, yo. Especially when he's done with em' all."


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Henderson Home, Cricklewood, London. 9 PM.

While Amelia in her room, finishing up the day with brushing her teeth, Paul bolted her windows with a steel cage. When he's finished, he left his daughter to rest.


Amelia: "Daddy?"

Paul: "Yes?"

Amelia: "How long is mommy going to be there with my baby brother?"

Paul: "Not long, i hope. It normally takes a while."

Amelia: "What's his name again?"

Paul: "You silly girl! Don't make me tickle you... like THIS!"

After a small moment full of tickling.


Amelia: "I just want to know.. daddy. I'm not tricking you."

Paul: "Ohh, alright. It was supposed to be a surprise. Mommy and I named him.. Jacob."

Amelia: "Jacob? Isn't he the name of that bald guy from Germany?"

Paul: "(Yikes.. bald?) Yep. He's done a lot to daddy at the times i see him, and don't tell him that i told you, he's your uncle too."

Amelia: "Yayy! More family!"

Paul: "They'll be more when you sleep tight in a jiff, lass."

Paul heads to the doors, while Amelia keeps a night light ready and gets to bed.

Amelia: "Good night, daddy!"

Paul: "G'night, sweetie."

The night light closed, and the door shuts.


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As Paul lugs around with household duties that his wife normally does..

Paul: "The laundry's like this.. colors or particulars? ARGH!"

Paul takes the laundry to the wash and follows all the instructions. Finishing that, he decides to rest on the couch in his private theater.

Paul: "What a night! Now i really miss Carrie."

As Paul enters, he is treated to a scene on his supposedly clear big screen: an explosion from a movie, blasting through the room. Paul was seemingly knocked back.

Paul: "What in the blue blazes?"


"TAKE COVER!"

*gunfire*


Paul: "Urghh! WHAT THE HELL, LASS?!"

Ginoa took her sweet time eating Butterkist popcorn while watching the film. A new form of the Assassin is witnessed by Paul: tube top and shorts.

Ginoa: "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

Paul grabs hold of the master remote, and pressed the button that closes down all the electronics.

Ginoa: "Hey, come on! Be reasonable."

Paul: "I am, and you have to ask me permission before going in my theater. I mean, i even locked the room!"

Ginoa: "Hey, I'm sorry, being your 24 hour a day bodyguard is really taxing. Can't you give me time to get some shut eye?"

Paul: "Shut eye? With that noise? And didn't i get you a nice room?"

Finding ways to shoo Paul away, she had to say it.

Ginoa: "I thought this was the nice room."

Paul: "No, lass! The room next to this one. Don't worry, this room's got sound proofing. But, why are you alone? Where's.. that G guy again?"

Ginoa: "Gary? He's.. doing what a guy does. *whispers* you know.. kink.."

Paul: "Alright.. now, can you go to your little room just across. It even has a shower in it. I spent every expense for me guests."

As Paul leads the Assassin into her supposed room, Ginoa stops in her tracks.

Ginoa: "I'm not so sure you should head in."

Paul: "Don't be ridiculous. I gave you the only spare key."

Ginoa: "Ermm.."

Paul: "What's the matter?"

Ginoa: "I.. didn't come here alone."

Paul unlocks the door, which was strangely locked at first.

Paul: "What did you mean 'didn't come here alo..'"

Paul saw the method of Ginoa coming home by the windows. It was a dark horse. The black striped Ford GT.

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Ginoa: "Uh oh.."

Past the door was a half naked Jacob, who was wearing a towel and rolling deodorant over his armpits. The view from Ginoa and Paul's looked like fanservice just rolled in.

Paul: "Oh me God, hold me.."

Ginoa: "Paul! Hey!"

Paul takes a small moment to let loose.


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And it all went downhill from there, with something that looks like siblings getting grounded.

Paul: "So! So you barge into me home and decided to just relax here?"

Ginoa: "Well, he insisted, since you're both technically brothers.."

Jacob: "An American to a Scot is no way a close brother, but yeah."

Paul: "But as much as my heart goes out for supporting me guests, i only have room for one. I don't want anyone sleeping in me private theatre."

Jacob: "Private theatre? You know, i was insisting on getting a private swimming pool myself. Rin likes sunbathing."

Ginoa: "He's got nice flicks though. Beats the hell out of Lovefilms dot com."

Jacob: "Really? By chance he has the digital remastered version of Saving Private Ryan?"

Paul: "That's not the point altogether! Carrie would be so furious if she found out Jacob's sleeping here! With the fact that she didn't want YOU in the home in the first place."

Jacob: "Hey, there's some roadworks from here to my place. It's either i stop here, get lost on those dark roads, or.. let's face it, i don't really have a home. It's hard enough that i managed to get here, with her as co pilot."

Paul: "*sigh*"

Jacob: "Hey, if it'll mean anything to you, I'll leave first thing tomorrow. I have to meet Sonny in Manchester tomorrow, and driving's my only way around."

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When Sonny was mentioned, visions enter Paul's sight.

*BOOM*

"Sonny Meng Xian Zhen.. two time King Of The Ring.."

*takes off glasses, focuses at mouth*

"Bad... ass.."



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Paul: "Sonny? That Sonny?"

Ginoa: "Who else could it be?"

Jacob: "I didn't tell you? I thought Clark would be the one to tell you, but, we're all here. All four of us. On one island."

Ginoa: "And Kate?" ## 17

Jacob: "Yeah, and Kate. *sigh*"

Paul: "What's up with him?"

Ginoa: "Kate's one of his wife's aliases. She's good at making them."

Jacob: "Pink hair, always having skates on. Ring a bell, Paul?"

Paul: "Hmm..."

Paul thought and thought: did he see crash into a woman with pink hair, who also wears roller blades at all times..

Then, it hit him. But just as he was about to get to the point..


*Ringtone*

Paul: "Oops. Just a second."

Jacob: "Take your time."

The number on his phone says it's a private call, but Paul answers anyways.

*answer*

Paul: "Huh.. Hello?"

Operator: "Hello. Am i speaking to a Paul Henderson of London?"

Paul: "Yeah. That's me. What's the occasion, in the middle of the dark here?"

Operator: "Paul! This is an anonymous call, but let me tell you one thing: This isn't a trick. Let me help you. Turn on the telly. Channel 120 on Sky."

Paul: "Alright."

Operator: "And don't hang."

Paul: "Oh.. kay.."

Paul pushed aside his guests as he found and grabbed the remote and turned on the television and tuned to channel 120. He then saw a white Aston Martin One-77, with a background.

Song Progress.


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Operator: "Let me be the first to personally congratulate you."

The TV would then transmit Paul's voice. The information on the screen tells him that a 'Paul Henderson' of London won the car. There can be only one.


Paul: "I.. won? A million pound supercar? I.. can't believe it."

Paul, from a sour mood, was suddenly sky high.


Jacob: "Well.. you hit jackpot, brother."

Paul: "YES! OH THANK THE HEAVENS SO MUCH!"

In too much joy, Paul mistaken Jacob for his wife and kissed him. Jacob takes it, but then immediately sits down.

Jacob: "You tell my wife anything about kissing him, and it's the hanged man for you, lady."

Ginoa: "Yikes!"

Paul thought he had his weapon for the upcoming dawn. It appears that would not be the case. With the efforts of using the lottery so many times, Paul finally gets what he deserves.

Paul: "I am so very happy! Waahooo!"



FIN PART 3

Author's Notes



- I admit, these family scenes are just some of the more realistic scenes I'll ever put in these fiction. I did say this is turning more into a story than a fiction based on a game.

- And the big scene with Jacob and the baby? It was meant to work out that way. Way to go, Jake.

- The Frozen Black M4 is legit, not pre-ninja patched out version.

- That Spongebob song scene. That won't be the end, i assure you. The story's officially not as dark as my prequel.

- Nash's F1 GTR was to reflect that there are real F1 GTRs on the streets, just not as stickered up as the one seen here. Don't argue with me on this.

- The bunches of what characters does make planning hard, trust me.

- Jacob getting a GT40 in just the most realistic way a guy can get a vintage race car/classic sports car? It helps to explain how each car is gotten, not just as a tool to get things going.

- Following this, without illustration, i think characters will fall fully flat without a memorable something, and cars can come in here. I want to correct the weakness of my presentation in Legacy Of The Dark Horse, where the protagonist is just a guy who drives Fords, and there are millions of people that does so. Make someone stand out of the regular crowds to be special, and voila: you have the special story.

- As of posting, I have 2 Ford GTs. The Legacy Of The Dark Horse replica, and a stock '05. Both Mark 2 Black with stripe.

- Luck is Paul's number one favorite thing to rely on. So.. rather than being gifted or handed or whatever, why not win it in something he's been addicted to? Let him have his moments.

- Forza music? Yep, i had a killer Datsun in Forza 4. Man I love that game.

- The Gulf Racing MINI is painted with one of the preset fluorescence Anniversary paints. The rims are with Paprika, like Englehart's Maserati. It's a speedy 500pp.

- Alrighty! Like Carrie, Doctor Singh takes a promotion from cameo to character. The main inspiration i got is from Rajesh of Big Bang Theory, and small hints of Apu from the Simpsons.

- Alan makes a return as the elder mentor once again. Taking inspiration of Blazblue's Valkenhayn R. Hellsing, Batman's Alfred Pennyworth and Col. Sam Trautman of First Blood.

- Nami, as the most minor character sans expendable villains in my first fiction, will make a more deep impact this time around. Her general inspiration would be the elder form of Katara in the second Avatar series, but also carries the scary, serious wife persona.

- The first of the 3 Mythic appears, and the former hero. It's been anticipated, and am i glad to announce: Jacob Ross is back, and he's striving to be better than anyone. Inspirations are all over Need For Speed's Protagonist in the Most Wanted saga, the laid back southern feel that is John Marston of Red Dead, and the awesomeness of MGS's Big Boss.


Cars Introduced.


- Alan's Jaguar XKR-S "Much More Sharper.". Alan is a pioneer in owning multiple models of Jaguar, driving most of the more prominent models, and wishing to own the ever so desirable C-X75. With his retirement, money isn't easy to come by, so he settled with this, while not mentioning the amount of cash he has spent for collecting various classic cars..

- Singh's NSX Type R '02 "Relic". A doctor's salary is high, but Singh has received interest for the car while working in Japan, and to pay for treatment, a patient gifted the car just before it runs out of production. He never drives it fast, and values it over anything else he bought for the value of the NSX being at a high for tuners and collectors. It's stock for the Indian though.

- Jacob's Ford GT '06 "The Dark Horse". The infamous Dark Horse, born from an inside contact from Ford Racing, specifically tuned and built for one Jacob Ross. An icon in the roads of Japan due to the actions of the driver. Also receiving an amazing lap time of 6:56 on the roads of Nurburgring with the combined efforts of its amazing tuning and the talented driver. Racing executives around the world keep a sharp eye on the man claiming to be the one that holds its reins.

- Nash's McLaren F1 GTR MSO "Spectre". One of Nash's older cars, received recently from his reinstation of life after his team retired from using the car. While this model is a special version of the Kokusai Kaihatsu racing model, used by Nash on his days in LM racing, he had it modified by the MSO to its current state, making it a street legal demon comparable to the 5 car limited run.

- Paul's Aston Martin One-77 "Icon". Being exposed to all sorts of opportunities, Paul signed in a supercar lotto offered to him in London. Gaining victory, we have yet to see how Paul thinks about it.


Cast Introduced.


- Jayendra Singh. A doctor of no compromise. Studied hard to escape the current state of his home. Rather than being part of the under privledged around the world, he studied in Cambridge in medicine and graduated, following with a masters and a PHD.

- Alan Robinson. The Bristol Harbinger. One of the Mythic trainers, his age sees all sorts of plays and potential from his career of being a racer. Currently retired after finishing tutoring another protege.

- Nami Seno. Japanese woman. Married Alan after recently widowed a year ago. Her first husband was a street racer, and her only daughter lives to succeed that. Prefers that nobody presumes her need for assistance, wanting to always prove she can handle herself well.

- Jacob Henderson. Second child of Paul, born very recently. Named after the man underneath.

- Jacob Ross. A once famous street racer once known as the Dark/Black Horse (Kuroiuma) of Japan. Nothing can be said much about this man, due to the lack of public attention towards him. This is on purpose, as he was once the legendary street racer: Outlaw. Also one of the Mythic, named the Horseman of The Apocalypse.


Memories Of The Legacy.


This one's a doozy, with Jacob's introduction. Hang on!

1) Mr. V is known to his close employers as Vulture, the very reason why Gary is in Japan in the first place, and pluses as Gary's savior from death row.

2) Reminiscent of when Paul reunites with Carrie in the ending of part 3.

3) Paul's first meeting with the Assassin was a year ago.

4) A red XKR-S. Alan was given an XKR and he painted it red, as shown in the ending. That's just a clue.

5) Who else owns a legendary, serious American supercar that's prominent in my fiction?

6) Outlaw's return from death. Paul was one of the witnesses on the roads of Nurburg.

7) The vibe is easily Jacob's. A vibe of both fear and power.

8) Better Than You is Jacob's new leitmotif, and it fits. I've teased it pretty frequently.

9) Jacob plays an important role in taking out the Harbingers: Outlaw's last ride V2.

10) The zipper tells us Jacob is Outlaw, and the jacket is bespoke with only Jacob owning the only pairs.

11) The real proof that Outlaw is the real deal and not a fake is through said tattoo. It's gone with Jacob's renewal of soul in the ending.

12) Gare-Bear is Gary's nickname for his closer friends, namely Jacob and Ginoa. Yes, Spongebob reference is very Smitty Werben Jaeger Man-Jensen.

13) Gary has the hots for Rin: a motivation on why he wants to help Jacob.

14) Nash is Jacob's teacher in the art of professional driving. They haven't met in this fashion, with details before the fiction even began.

15) Gary's partner before Ginoa for the second time is an enigma known as N.Z. Nash is the enigma's real identity, and this is them re-meeting.

16) Jacob had a small run with Nash's original McLaren F1. It was before we knew Nash was still alive, to boot.

17) Kate is one of the aliases of Rin. Revealed by the end of chapter 3.


Thoughts.


Any thoughts on Jacob's resurgence as an extra now?

Legacy of The Dark Horse fans feel sad for this?

At first planning stages, Jacob was to be protagonist again, but that's... wait for it.. LEGEN.. boring. His view in the world is too dark and boring, sometimes. Serious is good, but we gotta lay back once in a while. I'm trying to lay back for a long time now.

How Jacob feels behind the nice, relaxing part of a story? Not being constantly focused upon, and more. Take a break, buddy. You deserve it. Preferring one character, and recycling their purpose is just.. not my thing.

But, Jacob's new motto is to be better, and he's not afraid or careful to prove it. He's a powerful side character, for sure.


Coming Up:


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"Okay, okay! Where is he?! WHERE IS JACOB?!"


"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny!"



"Call me whatever you want, but always remember who's one step ahead: me!"


Part 4: Messing With... A Sonufa B****!




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"He's... he's a nice guy. When i first met him in Paris, he.. he looked pretty bleak. White faced. He showed to me a sniper. It wasn't aiming at me, but at him."

"Me second child's coming! I have to be at the hospital in London."

"Wait.. THE Jacob Ross? The Dark Horse?! Man, what a guy. I hope he doesn't mind me taking shots of his car."

"WHAT?! But.. but.. come on! Can't i get that permission? And then, the baby... the baby has been taken.."

"Why do i act the father, you ask? Well, it's because of what's to come. Alan filled me in on what we've talked about back in Japan."

"Now that was a triumph! I'm making a note to myself here.. HUGE SUCCESS!"

"So, what's new, Paul? All eyes are on you. Jacob's got the message on our next big thing, and well, I'm sure Clark's filled your end, Gary."

"Hmm hmm hmm.. 1966 Ford GT40 Mark 1. Four Million US dollars. And it looks clean too. Who are you, and what have you done to Jacob Ross?"

"I didn't tell you? I thought Clark would be the one to tell you but, we're all here. All four of us. On one island."

"I.. won? A million pound supercar? I.. can't believe it."


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Part 4: Messing With... A Sonufa B****!


Henderson Home, Cricklewood, London. 7 AM.
4 days after the birth of Jacob Henderson.



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School doesnt start until 8 AM, but Paul makes it a priority to get Amelia to school on time. Normally, Carrie sends the daughter to school, with Paul doing crazy things in the morning, such as the occasional crazy hangover, or days where he might not come home to sleep at all. Paul's discipline has improved over the years, however.

Paul: "Come on, darling!"

Amelia: "Just a second!"

Paul actually decided to play along with the statement, and counted the seconds that pass.

Paul: "TICK! You're taking one.. now three, four, five, six.."

Amelia: "I'm here!"

Amelia runs down the steps with bag in hand, uniform in check and shoes on feet. Paul handed her the packed lunch and she sets off. Paul saw his daughter open the front door and close it, only when he was about to leave, it creaked open again.

Amelia: "Daddy?"

Paul: "Yes, lass?"

Amelia: "Can you.. walk with me?"

Paul: "Something the matter?"

Amelia: "Yeah, because mommy always walks to school with me. She takes the bus passing by to get to work."

Paul: "She does? Your mother's actions seem to be just more of a vague thing to me, you know, lass."

Paul's days in hangover have been defecting his mind, but not by much. Some detail not done by him always gets the better of him.


Amelia: "And she leaves much much earlier than we do now."

Paul: "I guess the lack of your mother's slacking us off, haha."

Amelia: "Come on! I want to see my friends!"

Paul: "Alright, alright. (Now, she's the one pushing me..)"

As Paul gets his coat to shield his body from the cold, he wouldn't forget the keys to the home. Leaving behind his Aston Martin in the cold, he sets off with Amelia, not realizing something approach the home altogether.

Paul: "So.. which way was it?"

Amelia: "Silly daddy! I thought my dad knows everything."

Paul: "Oh, no. That's not possible. I don't really know when is it i tickle you."

Amelia: "Hahahah!"

The house soon entered a state of quiet, that is, until about five minutes later.



*BOOM*

"WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS"


Ginoa finally finds time to use Paul's private theatre.

Strangely, she dons a different set of clothing, owned by Carrie, and dyes her hair into a dark, but slightly cobalt blue, possibly to hide her own identity in the country, and hiding the fact the one infamous Assassin comes back to life.

She munches down Butterkist popcorn as she watches the war themed action movie. A mess gathers around the theater, much to the dismay of the owner should he find out.


Ginoa: "Beats Vue every time.. *munch* *munch* *munch*"


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Whitefield School. 7:20 AM.

Paul and Amelia arrives, just before the classes start. Amelia takes the time to meet her friends. Paul, knowing the cliche of an unimpressive parent, chooses not to make a stunt, but it reminds him of the stunts he's done to impress a younger Carrie.



"Boys and girls. For this new academic year, we are happy to introduce a new student. Can you please step up.. Miss Carrie Robinson!"



"Good day. I'm.. Carrie. I'm just about your guys age. All i want is a fresh new start in my school life.."



Paul: "And then, she's married to me. It's totally unexpected, but it happened. Am i glad it did.."

Paul stopped to look at his daughter, and imagined his newborn son.

Paul: "For angels have been blessed into me family."

Paul starts the walk home, but was bumped by someone. He loses his footing onto the concrete, but manages to balance himself to prevent serious injuries. He then looked at his hitter.


Paul: "What was that for?!"

The hitter was a woman with pink hair, rollerblading away in style and speed.

It matched Jacob's description of his wife.


???: "*American accent* Sorry, dude! Gotta split!"

Paul: "Wait? Kate! Come back!"

It was too late. The woman known as Kate was too far away for Paul to have a chance at even touching her again. Paul gave up and decided to head home.


Paul: "And then, i couldn't meet that Mythic because she's good at scurrying like a rabbit. It won't be the same next time. (That accent, though..)"


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As he reached home, he sees Ginoa just outside, with a man. A giant loader truck came just seconds before Paul's arriving, with covered cargo.

Ginoa: "That's the guy, right there!"

Paul: "Whuh? What's this you're trying to pin on me, lass?" ## 1

Just reaching home, Paul does deserve an explanation.

Ginoa: "Well.. this is the delivery man."

The delivery man waved a friendly gesture at Paul.

Ginoa: "He's here to emm, validate the identity of the guy who won a brand new Aston Martin. *clears throat*"

Paul: "Oh. My bad, lad. Let me sign that for you."

And after a moment..


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Paul: "Wow. The thought that this ends up on me front porch: just unbelievable."

Ginoa: "And i thought my Ferrari was of that caliber too." ## 2

Paul: "It is, but there's a lot of intact F40s nowadays, but that's from me point of view. 77 of them, and one of them's.. err."

Paul then just noticed Ginoa's choice of clothing. Imagining his wife always wearing it, he then took notice.

Paul: "Lass.."

Misunderstanding of him staring at her assets, Ginoa prepares for a killing blow, but Paul sees it coming and catches her armlet from the striking arm before the death threat can be arranged.
## 3

Ginoa: "Damn, you're getting better and better at this."

Paul: "I am, lass. And let me tell you i wasn't looking at your slender body. It's the dress. That's me wife's favorite."

Ginoa: "And?"

Paul: "I suggest you get your own. Head to Selfridges by Oxford Circus. My two pence of advice right there."

Ginoa: "(Well, he's going to get the point soon enough.)"

Paul then just noticed Ginoa's armlet doing all sorts of ridiculous shaking, signalling Paul that it's sending something harmful.

Suspecting an electrical shock, he quickly lets go before getting singed. Ginoa was getting increasingly impressed with the man that once she worked with.


Ginoa: "You know, you're ridiculously lucky to be the first person to dodge that!"

Paul: "Lucky ain't my middle name, but am i glad i am pretty good at it."

Ginoa: "Yeah. With Gary getting hit by this every time he unfortunately goes to hold hands. You should see his hair every time!"

Paul: "I'll keep an eye for it then."

Ginoa: "And.. Oxford Circus was it? Toodles."

Ginoa starts running... with Carrie's dress.

Paul: "HEY! With such strides, I pray she doesn't rip it.."


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Moments later, we can see Paul having a small talk on the phone.


Paul: "What do you mean it's reserved for the day?!"

Track Keeper: "Like what it says on the tin, Paul. Someone's paid for the track for today."

Paul: "Well, that's a bummer. I've already called Silverstone and Brands Hatch. Can i call that favor?"

Track Keeper: "Ohh. Ohho hoho.. I'd oblige, but there is so little room for you, especially when you're not at the north. You better have some fast car, pal."

Paul: "And that i do. Brand new. An Aston One-77. I won't hesitate to get the cops all over me when i travel the motorway, lad."

Track Keeper: "You're not joking?"

Paul: "Nah. Yearly supercar lotto. Won the jackpot."

Track Keeper: "Really? That's a major congrats there, pal. "

Paul: "Yeah. Now, how about the track?"

Track Keeper: "Wait.."

Paul then waited about a minute to hear nothing but a small discussion from another man and his friend: the track keeper of Grand Valley Speedway, in Cumbria.

Paul: "Hello?"

Track Keeper: "Ahh! Sorry to keep you hanging for long, Paul. I talked to the man, and he's agreed to put you on the track. There's a private track day you can participate in if you want to. You know what to do, correct?"

Paul: "Oh. That's perfect for a small show and tell to them other cars. Alright. See you in a few hours."

*hangs*

Praying that only Ginoa will be at the home for the moment, Paul readies his coat and beret for a long trip. He exits the house and locks the front door. With the brand new Aston Martin keys, he moves to his new acquisition and unlocks it.

Paul: "Hello, beautiful. Come to daddy."

But, as he gets in, his roadway gets blocked by a Land Rover.


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An Evoque Coupe; the sporty model of the new, hip Range Rover, but still able to carry more than two. While deserving praise, that wasn't what Paul had in mind.


Paul: "F:censored:ing q:censored:r!"

As he gets out, the Land Rover parks in front.


Paul: "Oi! Do you mind your arse and move that away?"

Dancing Queen
ABBA
Arrival


The person owning the Evoque exits the car.

Paul: "Eh? It's you?"

The woman comprises of long, orange hair and a coat covering her golden seaquinned dress, stockings and her high heels.

But with a nice look isn't a nice personality.


???: "WHERE IS HE?"

Paul: "He? Who is this he? Calm down."

???: "Okay.. let me refresh. *inhales*"

To soothe the mind, one can use oxygen. After what seems to be a calm moment, it went back to square one.

???: "Okay, okay! Where is he?! WHERE IS JACOB?!"

Paul: "Oi, Fiona, calm down. It's like any advice comes in the left ear just to get out of the right, girl. And, how'd you know the baby's name?"

The woman facing Paul is his older sister and only blood sibling, Fiona Henderson.

A supermodel wearing the exclusives and walking the catwalks a lot after studies didn't really work out for her. Her look mimics those of women all over the television commercials involving overly hot women.


Fiona: "Carrie's tweets. She did say she's coming home today."

Paul: "That's just an approximation, sis. Sometimes, ye can't be too sure."

Fiona: "*sigh* Alright. How are you doing? Sister's duty to her parents to send their regards.. and their congratulations!"

They had a light hug, that instantly turned into a small tango.


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From their youth, Paul liked to watch Fiona hop around in the large fields up in Scotland.

Fiona wasn't known much for her beauty, but on how much she was joyful.

What troubled Fiona was her personality in the social world: she was cold to strangers, even to prospective partners of the dance.

And thus, Fiona's one interest in life is reinforced by her little brother. The age difference didn't matter, because while forced at first..

Paul grew up dancing with his bigger sister, to make her happy, and to make her the bigger sister he needed: one that loves and supports his little brother.

When Fiona turned to fashion, Paul treats these dancing moments as something special. Even Carrie would enjoy to watch when she could.



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They then pose together, marking the end of their small show. Neighbors watching clap.

Fiona and Paul's relationship start to wane as they grew, but they know who to rely on should they know who to look at, especially.


Paul: "Whew whee.. what a nice way to say hello, eh?"

Fiona: "*respiring* I'm getting out of shape though.. ha ha ha!"

Going back to normal, Paul then reacts to Fiona's first question about the One-77.

Paul: "News travels fast about me and the car. Could it be the BBC?"

Fiona: "Nah.. it's the thought of it. You've read the papers, i mean, people still do read them. And then: A million pounds worth of car. Just.. WOW! I haven't reached that amount of cash as do our family. That.. That's just stunning. It's a millionaire's wet dream, it is."

Paul: "Well, you can say lucky with a capital L, trust me."

Fiona: "As if! You were born for these sort of opportunities, you are."

Paul: "Yeah. You and your Evoque?"

Fiona: "Oh, you mean this little widget? It's just a nice take me around. Taxis and underground travel don't suit me very much, so i got something simple for me and the kids."

The car wasn't empty, and Paul happens to just notice this.


Paul: "And.. what's that by the back seat?"

Fiona: "Just a small gift for the kid."

Peeking through the window, Paul sees all sorts of gifts. Clothes, a stroller, a lavish amount of toys and a giant teddy bear.

Paul: "I must object, but that's just overkill, sis."

Fiona: "Overkill, schmoverkill.. The shop selling this was closing. Not to mention it's all half price off. Sad, i know."

Paul: "Well, before i rant more profanity to ya, can't you move the darn thing away. I'm going to test the great million pound investment now, and it's exciting, it is."

Fiona: "Hmm..."

Not a racer, Fiona normally objects, but not today

Fiona: "Since it's been a while and all, how about i tag along? Mum and dad's missed you much, and they've got lots to tell you. Relayed from them to me. And don't give me the telephone or social media bull:censored:."

Paul: "Emm.. alright. Just.. careful with the heels, lass. And.. 3 hours. You don't mind, i hope?"


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Grand Valley Speedway, Cumbria. 11 AM. ## 4


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Unlike the more urban areas like London, these parts of the UK shine brightly. A track purely made from some of nature's best features in the forms of natural forest mixed with some rocky terrain.



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A beautiful natural lake.


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And a bridge over a gorge.


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After Fiona gets a preview of the track from the various photo posts and videos screening in the main building, they head over to their rented pit garage, where the One-77 rests before unleashing it's wrath.


Fiona: "I'm impressed with all the traveling you do. How does Carrie handle all of this.."

Paul: "You've never seen me on me day job, am i right?"

Fiona: "Nonsense! There's a television for that. Just.. never been head to head with a racer myself. Not including you, ha ha!"

Paul: "Oh.. umm.. whoops."

Fiona: "Anyways, it's been a while you get to show your sister what's your specialty, huh?"

Paul: "You've never been swayed with what's the joy with bringing the car in speed."

Fiona: "Ohh, little brother. I have my own interests and so do you."

Paul: "You aren't wrong, sis, but it's time i share to you what it means to be a racer, a."

After wearing the given safety regulated racing attire, Paul heads on out for a lap. Fiona stays with the garage crew, criticizing on how it's totally under her standards.

Dragging a chair, she sits the monitor of the camera placed on the Aston Martin's front fender, and the cockpit view. Realistically, these are set up to see all the moves that can't be seen from the bleachers and the pits.


I'm Free (Heaven Helps The Man)
Kenny Loggins
Footloose



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Taking the first turn at a natural pace, Paul feels that the car feels heavier than his Vantage, and the luxuries are a little distracting.


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Recognizing the throttle sensitivity, his legs get no rest as he carries on to find the natural flow.



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Any driver knows the lack of any aspiration makes it feel much more responsive than anything.



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The car's accolades, aside from beauty and desirability awards from all over the world, comes in with the large 7.3 liter V12 engine. It won a world record for most power in an engine without aspiration.



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The engine gives out a potent 750 horsepower, combined with a rather minimal weight of 1.6 tons, given the luxuries.



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Paul's skill with any powerful RWD car, along with his familiarity around the track gave him laps only real racers can compare.



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Two laps later, Paul clocks in at 1:59.213, breaking the very difficult 2 minute mark for any street legal car.


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Already satisfied with it, Paul head back into the pits to prepare on what's to come with the private track day.



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Many performance cars fill the streets of the Grand Valley Speedway, doing practice laps before the official time trial.


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Ignoring the racers, Paul takes a moment with his sister and inspected the lap record presented on a plaque in the main building. He looks it up with pride, since it's got his name on it.

The car: his Martini tuned V12 Vantage.

The lap: 1:58:203.

When it was done: just after his license returned to him.


Fiona: "And, your new car's not got this milestone covered up yet?"

Paul: "Not yet. Got to get used to the drive first. Every car is different. Even with the same name, a different engine or build spec can change the wee bits of a lap. Not to mention the driver behind the wheel."

Fiona: "I already know you're proud of it, just stop being up the nose on it."

Paul knows now is the time to get cheeky.

Paul: "Ohh yes.. My luck is at it's peak at these moments, you know."

One difference that splits Paul and Fiona is about how Paul can be lucky, and the faith of such.

Fiona: "Whatever. Luck's pretty real for you as it's hardly real for me."

Paul: "There are things we believe, and we share some of them. I don't mind if you don't think I'm right about me luck."

Fiona knows about Paul's reliance on luck. The events before had luck on his side at most times. The moment Nash asked.

The moment Ginoa arrived at Hyde Park.

The moment when he won his million pound Aston Martin.

Paul truly was on a roll, but will his streak eventually halt?

Maybe, but to interfere the current narration, a loud, proud American V10 sound blasts through the large straight.


NSFW!
Hair Of The Dog
Nazareth
Hair Of The Dog



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Fiona: "Argh! These people have no sense of a car with good sound."

Paul: "Sound? This sound's a prominent one."

Recognizing the main culprit for an amazingly heavy tune, Paul predicts without thinking twice.


Paul: "A Viper's sound."

Fiona: "Viper? They name a car after some sort of snake?"

Paul: "It's American."

Fiona: "No wonder i don't really like it."

Paul: "By the way, what Viper is it, or if it even is one?"

Paul and Fiona head back to their garage to the cameras. They see a new SRT Viper, black with grey stripes. It's performance compliments the driver inside.


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Paul: "That'a an impressive pace."

Fiona: "I'd say the driver knows a lot about this track, like you."


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Paul: "Yea.. but.. there's no record of any Viper pro on the leaderboards.."


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The Viper goes around the track, seemingly like its hundredth time.

Fiona: "Maybe the driver?"


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Paul deduces from the best drivers of Grand Valley Speedway, not one is fond of an American supercar.


Paul: "There's no other better driver than me around he.."

Time traveled fast when Paul realized the mentioned Viper crosses the line, and astonishingly clocks in at 1:56:433, effectively putting Paul's proud record into shame.



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Paul: "Wha.. wha.. wha.."

Fiona: "Looking at your face, it's gotta be a street legal Viper, isn't it?"

Paul: "It looks like it.. To beat the lap that i worked the many years at a seemingly effortless pace! I wonder who's the genius inside the car?"

Fiona: "How about we have a look see?"


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Taking their time, Paul and Fiona waited until the modified Viper heads back in the pit lane.

Bohemian Like You
The Dandy Warhols
Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia


With that, Paul and Fiona head to the Viper as it parks by the garages.

The hordes of pit crew and racing fans around start cheering near the Viper as it parks in style.

The man exiting catches Paul's attention fast, but nobody knew who he was due to the racing suit, until people start chanting one name.


Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny!"

Song Progress

The man then would do high fives at his racing team. A bunch of unusual people, not wearing anything in particular if uniforms are to be expected.

Then, he took off the suit and the helmet, revealing his personage.

In slow motion, he waves his hair left and right.


This is a man with long, frizzy black hair, a mustache and goatee, and an asian look. This is Sonny Meng Xian Zhen. A man, well known as the 2 year holder of the King Of The Ring title, the celebrity of American racing, and altogether, a badass.

During the momentary swaying of hair, this plays. When he looks at you, this is heard. When he walks to you, this is heard. Explosions will be seen behind him if your eyes don't already melt.

And imagine him under the garments? Let's not stray too far.

Paul and Fiona, for some reason, apparently hears these sounds, without molten eyes.

Shooing everyone away, Sonny's crew get busy, while Sonny undresses the racing outfit the area. Deciding to slack around, he sees a man he recognizes. While moving there in style, he gets a moment to flirt Fiona.
## 5

Sonny: "What's going on, gorgeous? I know i can't resist you, but can you resist me, darling?"

For a man dressed like his home is on the road, Fiona can't help but see the book by it's cover, but to smell that he's one to shower everyday, she's turned on.

Fiona: "Wow.. you seem.. hygienic"

Sonny: "Hygiene is just something lah, girl. If i don't make the cut, at least i have the fresh feeling everyday to bring the mood swinging around."

Fiona: "Now, this is a man, Paul."

Paul: "Oi! I shower and deo as much as any regular clean man, sis."

Sonny: "Anyways, Paul! I must say, *puts hands together* Sonny's glad to be back, and, unlike Jacob, i enjoy what's being offered in this country more than anyone. There's too much for me to bear hold of my excitement." ## 6

Paul: "Exciting, huh? Appreciate you coming by, but it's going to be soon I'll visit your place in Singapore."

Sonny: "Ya lah! That's my place, you ah. Though.. haven't been home in a while. It's crowded like the bank on pay day, am i right?"

Paul, while knowing Sonny for a while, can't really get his sense of humor at times.


Paul: "Sure.."

Fiona: "Paul. Who's this gorgeous hunk of man?"

Paul: "Huh? He's just a friend. They call him Sonny."

Sonny: "S as in superior. O as in obliterate. N's are in Never Negative, baby. And the Y? Urmm.. you know."

Fiona: "Got any nicknames? Sonny just sounds a little inappropriate for a man like you."

Sonny: "Ahh, for you, my dear? Call me whatever you want, but always remember who's one step ahead: me!" ## 7

Paul: "The lad's got a motto, sis."

Fiona: "Yes, and so far, it's working. So.. show me your next step, or wave goodbye for a chance at me."

Sonny: "(Alright! Let's see.. what does girls want? Hot guy.. ah! Hot car!) Which brings me to my next step. Come with me and get to know the crew that makes the dark horses of the racing world."

They head towards the black striped SRT Viper.

Sonny: "Alright, boys! Huddle here for a sec."

While Sonny and the men huddle together, Paul and Fiona inspect the Viper.

Fiona: "So.. Americans. I don't like them, but is.. Sonny an American? He acts and dresses like one. It's especially strange for someone with a really great vibe."

Paul: "Nah. Chap came from the South East Asian country of Singapore, but he's raised in the States."

Fiona: "Asians.. oooh.. Nastyy.. And his car?"

Paul: "As far as things go, the SRT Viper has 640 horses under the bonnet, but i think Sonny's done something to make it go so fast it's only going to make people cry."

Fiona: "Like you have. Don't hide it, little brother."

Paul: "Aye, but wounded is not me feelings, but me pride."

Sonny then decided to give his honored guests the low down.

Sonny: "*claps hands twice* Let's head into Sonny's walk through garage, complete with air-cond and green screen backlights... but only.. this isn't my beautiful apartment in L.A, oho."

He then takes the keys out, plugs it in the socket it's for and let the engines roar.

*SOUND*

The men keep clear of the car as Sonny turns the ignition. This warning was the flames that come out the side exhausts.


Sonny: "If you've been getting your sources right, you know it's good old all aluminium V10. Makes 640 horses, but me and the boys gave it a boost to 700 HP. And then we brought down the weight. Now it's faster than a man getting the joke, lah."

Sonny exited the car as he lets its engines warm up.

Sonny: "I call it.. the beast. And like any great work, I'm not going to take all the glory alone ah. We got my Dark Horse contributees.. and let's get this out of the way, they're my biker gang." ## 8

Sonny took on a pair of sunglasses from his back pocket. Paul and Fiona couldn't help but imagine another explosion behind him as he places the glasses onto his eyes.

Sonny: "Red Hot M's successors: The California Ghosts, lah. We've got the twins, call em Skull and Raw, the Motorheads Hawt-Rod and Crank-Shaft, along with the ever so awesoooome Kirk!"

The man Sonny points out to is Kirk Ackepoke, a slightly overweight man with a slightly round face, a black ponytail hanging behind, a nice black t-shirt, designer grey jeans and nice sporty shoes. His arms are large, and he stands slightly shorter than Paul, scaring the man.

Kirk: "Sup?"

Paul: "Ermm.. hi."

Kirk makes a friendly handshake: something he does so rarely. The Ghosts behind make a teasing pose and start laughing in joy when it ends.

Sonny: "Nice of you two to get along so fast lah. Alright guys, scram! Except you, Kirk."

They leave the area to take a break. Fiona just sees the brutes called Sonny's gang, and can't help but give pity to Kirk, who feels like a wolf out of it's pack.

Fiona: "Oh, poor guy. What's bringing him here to us?"

Sonny: "He's normally so shy, but he's the best i got. What's gone into you, man?"

With knowledge of his shyness, it's not surprising Kirk stays quiet.

Sonny: "Pshh.. whatever, you ah. Anyways, he's my right hand man, and also the most awesome one at that. Supportive, he's got his own decision matrix. That sort of thing.."

Paul: "And.. any chance he's a racer like you?"

Sonny: "Why'd you have to ask? He's not a good racer, but he is one. Drives a sick homebrew. A Camaro, too. Hehe, we're Camaro boys, we are."

Kirk, over time, will eventually spill one or two words.

Kirk: "Mmhmm."

Fiona: "You two are like brothers, you know. It's fascinating."

Paul: "Aye, it sure is."

Sonny: "But the only thing: i do most of the talking for him after our first meeting, hoho."

Kirk: "He's right, you know."

Paul: "I can tell already."

Sonny: "By the way, i know you're here about that track record."

Paul: "But.. no.. yeah.. grr.. how'd you know, lad?"

Sonny: "It's written all over your face lah. One step ahead of things can prevent the calamity that is... lack of preparation, whaha!"

Kirk: "Pride all over it?"

Paul: "I can't help but.. yeah."

Sonny: "It's hard to beat, let me tell you. I've been briefed on the track with the simulator over there lah. Racing line and speed taking the turns, with the car's synergy with my twitch reflexes, and it's professional lap times."

Sonny, whose training over the days of the Mythic gave him a mental scar due to a mix of Clark's personality, his methods and the lack of information about the project. Having caught up with the details from Nash a year ago, the gap of this scar starts to close, but not by a significant margin. Although, this doesn't stop him from destroying any hope of getting a good lap on the track.

While more flirting carry on Sonny and Fiona, Paul takes a look at the simulator. It's one used by professional racing teams like in F1. Taking his time, Paul sees the mistakes he commonly sees, and computes the speed to help optimize for a future run.

Then, a horn is heard, signalling the start of the track day.


Sonny: "Oh! Come on, Paul. You don't want to be kicked out lah."

Paul: "Yeah! I know, lad. See ya. Take care, Kirk."

Kirk: "Huh? Oh.. bye."

Fiona: "Good luck, little brother."

Kirk then heads closer to the interested Sonny near the cameras.

Kirk: "And why did you insist he take your place?"

Sonny: "I don't know, Kirkie. But.. he's the underdog amongst my racing gang, and i want to see the dragon burn the opposition lah." ## 9


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Looking For You
Daiki Kasho
Gran Turismo 6 Original Soundtrack


Paul had a moment of silence as he listens to his car's V12.

Paul: "Alright.. this is it. I have to get to know the car i deserve."


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As he gets to practice the car around the track, he decides to do his thing and pass through the many cars around him.


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Nobody had the moves to hold Paul back.

Two laps later, he moves past the group of racers on track now. Sonny looked at the screens with distinction.



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Sonny: "So.. The old man knows his thing lah. I don't know what's he told him.."

Kirk: "Racing sure is hard, huh?"

Sonny: "You ah. Always the one that says all the words, but not try. It's hard, yes, but if you combine hard and fun, it's not so hard, is it?"

Kirk: "Eh.. hahaha.. you're right, but I'mma hold on to my own faith for now."

On the contrary, Paul held dear to another faith: his mentor slash father-in-law Alan. To be the best amongst those speeding on the roads, it's obviously unwise to be without some wisdom.


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"You're going to be one with the car. Visualize the chances and the small moments you start overtaking, and you visualize progress with your partner."


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"Think about what's hard. Improve. Then it becomes easy. Improve. Then it becomes a chore. You know you're finished when you never realized how simple the driving becomes when you believe you can do it as a chore."



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"A man once told me that the art of war does apply in places you don't expect, even here. The psychology of knowing your opponent's habits can be their downfall."


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"Think confidence. The rewards for being determined. The feeling of actually gaining praise. It's these positive thoughts that can help."


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"Would you want to impress Carrie? She's into these things.. because, as you know, I am pretty famous for being the Bristol Harbinger, after all."


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"Someone died with the burdens of being the ultimate racer lent to me. You are one of the few i want to give that burden, Paul. What you do to these tasks, i won't deny, whatsoever."



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Paul: "The burden.. of the ultimate racer? Who did you meet, eh?"

Paul then thought of one of his idols in the racing world:

Jackie Stewart, whose fateful meeting with a younger Paul secured his fate into the racing world. Just as Paul started to wander into the mind scape, he had no knowledge of the laps he made; they were fantastic.



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Paul found the serenity between focus and speed within his dear One-77. He found the right amounts of pushing needed for his brand new Aston Martin. He has found a lot within just half an hour of making laps.


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A horn was heard, signalling the last lap. Sonny's reserved time on the track ran out. Paul then finished what he thinks is the best of what he's got.


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And then, the cars were brought in. Paul then parked in the garage next to the one carrying Sonny's beast. Unfortunately, the only person present was Kirk. Paul turned off the ignition, and exited the beauty. As he took off the safety clothing..

Paul: "You're Kirk, right? Well.. go and tell your boss that this is birth of a newer, stronger me, courtesy of this beauty."

Only hearing of Paul's fortunate win, Kirk stands at awe.

Kirk: "One-77? *flirty whistle* Impressive. Impressive indeed."

Paul: "Nice to see you talking fer a change, lad."

Kirk: "Nice of you to notice. The big boss told me to 'keep you busy', in those exact words.."

Paul then thought about Fiona.

Paul: "Oh.. oh. Where's Fiona?"

Kirk: "With a name like that, I'mma thinking.. That pretty woman?"

Kirk took a moment to scratch his head in confusion as he turned around to find her.

Kirk: "Yeah! Where can she be? (Chalk up another forgetfulness sin, Kirk.)"

Paul: "Exactly? And i have this bad feeling Sonny's doing what I'm thinking?"

Kirk: "Okay, be straight with me, please. What do you think's happening?"

A moment of silence entered the world of these two men. They both seemingly thought of the same thing. A thought of what happens if a man and a woman disappear in a public place.


Paul and Kirk: "THEY'RE MAKING OUT?!"

And then..

Sonny: "Oi! Calm down, sissy boy."

The claims now falsified, Sonny apparently went with Fiona to the nearby track monitor.

Fiona: "See, what'd i tell you? A million pounds, just for one of these."

A man hard to impress aside from his own accolades, Sonny actually raised his eyebrows looking at it.

Sonny: "*whistles* Wow. Wow wow WOW! One of the seventy seven. Who did you kill just to win in that lotto, dude?"

Paul: "Wha?"

What was once thought a moment of kisses and hugs turns out to be just them monitoring Paul by a camera. Fiona took out her expensive phone to show Paul something.


Fiona: "Oh.. Paul. Check out your fastest lap. 1:56:273. You must've felt good driving that, huh?"

At that moment, Paul realized that he a lap deemed faster than Sonny because he knew he could, and must've shook off the small pride injury he had.

Kirk: "I must say, rock on, brother."

Sonny: "As much as i hate to admit defeat, this isn't the first time i've been beaten on the clock. Any diamond will have the slightest flaw, regardless."

Kirk: "Mmhmm."

Sonny: "Hey, Kirk. Tell the team to clean up and start packing the tools. We're headed back to the hotel. Careful not to provoke anyone on the way, hehe."

Kirk: "Right on, boss."

Kirk, being the all very reliable right hand man, left them.

Sonny: "You know, Paul. When i heard your sister's a supermodel, i don't really believe she's that tolerant against sweaty, oily racers. Taking stereotypes, no offense."

Paul: "I don't know. What brand of deo is that anyways? Smells divine?"

Like anyone, Fiona doesn't take kindly to hearing her name without her consent.

Knights Of Cydonia
Muse
Black Holes And Revelations


Fiona: "*clears throat* I'm standing right here, lads."

Sonny took the moment of awkward and propelled it to change topics swiftly.

Sonny: "Oh.. and it's already.. 2 PM. We should go get something to eat lah. What's your recommendation?"


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Paul: "I'm not a local around here, pal. I just barge in a Greggs, some random shop or something."

Sonny: "Ehh.. whatever."

Paul: "Well, let's go out for lunch. I think Fiona knows a nice place we can get something nice."

To Fiona, however, her ears record Paul's sentence as such.

"I hnnk Fiona knwes nss plase ww cn get sumthin nese."

Fiona: "Huh? What?"

What was impairing Fiona's hearing was a lone car tearing up the track.


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Fiona: "Lads.. something's making a racket on track?"

Paul: "Oh? It's not one of your track mates, Son?"

Sonny: "What a divine sound.. what could it be?"

Paul, Sonny and Fiona rushed to the sidelines to see what it is.

For anyone with knowledge in the racing world, it was a masterpiece.



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Sonny: "My God!"


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Fiona: "What is that?"


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Paul then remembered a small detail half a week back..

Paul: "(Ross!) Mark 1!" ## 10


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Song Progress

Paul took a moment to see the car. A mint Ford GT40. Much as it was hard to believe, it was more of a sight to see than his Aston Martin.


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The car leaves for the track, as the trio head towards the cameras to witness a legend amongst race cars.



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Sonny: "You know, Paul. No offence whatnot, but that's the car i'd rather have. It's worth millions more today."

Fiona: "Okay.. I heard the small details of that car in particular, but.. what's so special about it?"

Sonny: "It's a revolutionary racing car. Nuff said."

Fiona: "But i don't understand why you boys are having such a fetish to a car that pollutes more than your average Hummer."


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Paul: "(How'd she know that?) Well.. I'm sure you've watched dad watching his Formula One."

Fiona: "Yeah? And?"

Sonny: "You know.. the cars in red, lah?"

Fiona: "Ferrari? They're like.. pretty much the generic top team until the Red Bulls came, am i right?"

Paul: "Aye, you're not wrong, but.. This car pretty much summarizes as.. Ferrari: YOU SUCK."

It's these facts that creep Fiona closer to the fast lane.

Fiona: "Really?! I didn't know that little jingle?"


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Sonny: "Well, now you know. Also.. have any idea who's inside? I want to buy."

Paul: "(Is he in for a surprise..) And how much million pounds are you offering, lad?"


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Sonny: "I don't care. I'm sure i have millions of sponsorship money i haven't claimed. I NEED THAT, YOU KNOW IT AH!"


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Sonny's desire for such a classic have him not realize how hard he held on Paul's coat.

Paul: "Hey! Can you.. stop holding on to me? This is.. a pretty expensive coat."

As Sonny let go, his prospective car to buy came in the pit lane.


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Sonny: "Oh yeah. Come to papa."

The car kept going.

Sonny: "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.. OH NO!"

Sonny rolled towards the garage as the GT40 suddenly stops in front of Sonny's standing position. A cruel joke within is somewhere relevant to the car nearly hitting the American Asian supercar celebrity.

Fiona and Paul show grave concern to the Singaporean.


Fiona: "Hey! Nice jump! Still trying to impress me?"

Paul: "Look at that! It's like a soccer dive! *wheezes* Hahahaha!"

The car then powered down with a few chugs. Unlike most Fords, the driver exits the right side, while a little cramped inside. The driver is Paul's so called brother in law: Jacob.

Jacob: "So, what's brought you here, Paul?"

Paul: "It's the only place to try out me One-77."

Jacob saw the One-77 parked in the garage.

Jacob: "(The very thing that made him kiss me.. the horror!) Guess i have my own eyes to believe it's there. So.. where's Sonny?"

Sonny wasn't where he was supposed to be. He was at the Ford GT40's back. The car seems mint.

Sonny: "This yours, Jake? How much?"

Jacob: "For you, I'd only agree with a minimum of 5 million, or shove off."

Sonny: "Trying to make a quick buck off your best pal, eh. You're so cruel lah!" ## 11

Sonny shoves Jacob in a fit of miniscule rage.

Jacob: "A man's dream car that came from bathing in money, to being the regular street urchin. I must say: Even after 50 years i feel like it's drivable."

Sonny: "Yeah, Ford GTs don't have anything to help the driver.."

Sonny's desire for getting his mark on the GT40 was hindered by Jacob intentionally pulling his leg out.

*TRIP*

Jacob: "Ah ah ah..."

Friends for life, Jacob had to pull Sonny up.

Sonny: "*moaning* You know, Jake. Why didn't i see till now? And the lack of mentioning this?"

Jacob: "Ever heard of surprises? And.. was importing it here. Wasn't cheap, especially that i had to tarp the damn thing so nobody knows. Also.. had to move the seats a little to the back or i wouldn't fit."

Sonny: "Yeah. Pirates can be such a b:censored:. And the size.. it's not like we're that big?"

Jacob: "I had it flown here, but you make a point as always."

Settled with socializing with his best friend, Jacob has a duty to keep Paul in shape. He then recognized Fiona Henderson.

Jacob: "So.. Fiona Henderson is a sibling? I can't say i haven't made that mistake before."

To many, Jacob is a pretty man for one aged just above 30. This is no different for Fiona, whose mind is now in search of a man.

Fiona: "(Holy mother.. HE KNOWS ME!) Ergh... A.. At your service.. Mister.."

Jacob took off his cowboy hat, making an impression.

Jacob: "Jacob.. Jacob Ross. I'm pretty well known as a freelance racing god... according to the kids that met me." ## 12

Paul: "And.. he's not what you think he is."

Fiona would've heard her little brother's plea, but she was distracted by the sexy.

Fiona: "What-evs. He's hot. I like it."

Paul: "FIONA! Didn't he mention he already binded his ties, lass?"

Fiona then had lightning strike behind her in dread.

Fiona: "Wha.. wha.. wha.."

Jacob: "Yep. Already married, ma'am. A lovely woman from Japan." ## 13

Sonny: "Lovely.. mmhmm. You know who to credit on that marriage *cough* me *cough*"

Jacob: "Indeed."

Sonny: "Where is she anyways?"

Jacob: "Still in London, from what i know. You won't be short of impressed on how i want to reunite with her. Plan is in motion."

Sonny: "If you're the brains, you be sure to send me a video of her face lah."

Paul: "Hey.. Sis?"

Fiona went from surprised stillness straight to shamefully change the topic.

Fiona: "I don't want to hear anymore.. can we go get something to eat now?"


FIN PART 4

Author's Notes



- Ginoa the rebel. No, it's not a new trait. It's always been like this. She's just used to living with only men not giving two f:censored:s about her lifestyle.

- That small dance development scene is how i feel a real sibling friendship should be. It's hard to write a brief, effective monologue like that, so i can kiss my ass goodbye when it comes to writing those. This alone beats Keith and Jacob, whose brotherly development i had to put behind the scenes.

- The Ferrari 288 GTO will star in this story soon enough. That is a car you cannot possibly hate, and gets the long time prize for being SomeDude's Favorite Ferrari and Italian car. It's easy to guess who gets to hold it's reins.

- Sonny has turned more American, with less of the Singaporean accent present. I find it annoying to have it around so commonly, but now, it should be more bearable. This is a fact i should've shared on his Badass Gaiden.

- Looking For You by Daiki Kasho was put in last second, as it was the song that came in when i took pictures. It fit well, and i like Daiki Kasho's work, so in you go.

- The Dark Horse name does have a meaning. In horse betting, an underdog or an unknown competitor winning the race would be a dark horse victory, due to being in the dark about their skills or speed etc.

- Lap times are perfectly accurate, upon reaching 590pp. Paul's Aston is fast, but Jacob's GT40? 1:56.212. What a car, that GT40. 582pp, painted it a nice gloss black (Mustang V8 Premium), kept stock exhaust and bodywork, and those normal rims are stunning!

- And my policy of putting custom parts on cars? Depends, but the GT40... WHO PUTS AFTERMARKET ON SUCH A MAGNIFICENT HORSE?!

- In the sidelines, listen to a GT40 like in real life.

- The Evoque has an interesting handling setup and default gearbox. Upon buying another one (for it's lovely premium paint chips), i decided to mess around and slam the spare Evoque, with big rims, and all the upgrades (sans Nitro, because i don't give a darn on Nitro). 550pp, and it's interestingly very stable.

- Sonny being clean and fragrant is a reference to me. I like clean, and fragrant.. just not too strong smells.

- Say hello to Victoria Beckham *clears throat*. Fiona Henderson, being based on her with the Evoque bringing that ahead as well, makes her first appearance after a small mention. Also, the small influence of Fiona (as a human) from Shrek, and Theresa of Fable: The Lost Chapters.

- The ultimate Asian American badass. Sonny, the second of the Mythic, has emerged, and as the former author avatar: he's overexaggerated. Influences come from The American Badaas Undertaker in WWE, Saints Row's resident badass Johnny Gat, the cunning Raymond Mak of Sleeping Dogs, and.. parts of myself!

- So, you want to know.. who i really seem to be? Kirk Ackepoke (pronounced Ah-ke-poh-ke) is, kren kren kren.. a direct transfer of me to the fiction! Only difference aside the name: he's pure American, he's 29, and he's a mechanic working on cars. Just trying to not make that much of a Mary Sue of an author avatar, unlike Sonny. If you really want an influence, i will give you myself once again, alongside Fable's Hero, and Fallout New Vegas' Craig Boone. Silence is golden, baby.


Cars Introduced.


- Fiona's Range Rover Evoque "Executive's Choice". While Fiona isn't married at all, she loved children. The Evoque took her heart and was immediately bought by her after saving up for it. It's easy to repair and maintain a Land Rover in the UK. Also, having a sporty model allowed her to impress others.

- Sonny's SRT Viper "The Beast". Being one of Sonny's favorite cars during his days as a tester, he bought it. Putting on the black and grey stripe markings on it signals his team's signature color. It comes to no surprise that it has been tuned by his personal racing team, giving it a special name: the Beast.

- Jacob's GT40 MK 1 "Beginning Of The Legacy". Jacob is a Ford enthusiast, mostly on the heavy built Mustangs and the GT. Visiting America's largest automotive auction at his home of Georgia, Jacob saw the GT40 on the auction, winning the bid at a cost of 4 million dollars! Now, Jacob gained one of his dream cars, at the cost of nearly all his money.


Cast Introduced.


- Fiona Henderson. A fashion model, and Paul's older sister. While a jerk, she still provides moral support to her brother. Currently looking for that special someone to wed, because of her undeniable love to children.

- Sonny Meng Xian Zhen. The first Author Avatar. A badass in his own right, carrying both the coolness of an Asian heart throb, with the personality of an American roadie. Already a famed racing celebrity, his interest in cars brought him to the path he now leads. A member of Mythic, named the Soul Chimera.

- Kirk Ackepoke. The second Author Avatar, and the closest one in comparison to me. A roadie for most of his life after finishing his degree. One that finds the thrills of racing by purely interacting with what does what in a car. Shy, but nice, and is liked amongst his brothers in their club: The Cali Ghosts.


Memories Of The Legacy.


The Author Avatar's presence has enlargened thee!

1) Ginoa has pinned a crime on someone before. It was Gary, and it caused them to have a feud to the death, that settled with Gary overcoming his own ego to actually kill Ginoa.

2) Ginoa owns a black Ferrari F40, but it's appearance here won't be present for a while due to her 'death'. She didn't buy it, if that's what you need to know.

3) Paul has been threatened by Ginoa before, just by looking at her fine body.

4) This is how i presented Grand Valley Speedway in the ending of Chapter 3 in the Legacy. It fits, if i have to ask myself.

5) Sonny has been pestered by his dad to find someone to wed. Could Fiona be the one?

6) Sonny studied in the UK. Let's say this is my reaction for coming to the UK.

7) Sonny's lifelong motto: Being one step ahead. The former protagonist is victim of this.

8) I've repeatedly mentioned Sonny's team in the prequel. Now, witness them, and their leader as a recurring support character. Also: biker gang? Taking that stereotype ahead, i guess.

9) Of all the Mythic, Nash told Sonny first about their inner circle on what they had no idea about.

10) When Jacob's friends first saw his Ford GT, it was in this style.

11) Jacob and Sonny are childhood friends.

12) When we first met Jacob in the prequel, it was with 'Jacob.. Jacob Ross'.

13) Yep. Hot guy, but married. This is already pointed out from last part.


Thoughts.


Is Sonny too much of an exaggeration?

Sonny lives under exaggeration.

Without exaggeration, it's too boring. Too dull. Too slow. You'll have to have a small ounce of exaggeration to suck those readers in. I can see why Sonny's Badass Gaiden is liked: it's badass!

Also, prepare to see some more Dark Horse Tuning Montages. I hinted one car that's about to get it.


Coming Up:


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"Come in! It's time for your.. examination.. heheh."

"B:censored:! My car!"

"Hajimemashte! Watashi wa.. Nishimura Rin desu!"


Part 5: Reckless.


Prepare to see more people chanting Sonny soon enough.
Pictures cleaned!
 
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I think you just made Sonny the best character in the story because of his exaggerations :lol:. No need to worry in that department IMO.

Also, if you feel that you are not getting a ton of attention here, maybe try posting on another website or something. I think this deserves a popularity boost and maybe that could do it.

Anyway, a fantastic read once again, can't wait for the next one 👍
 
Hmmmmm....

Sonny is okay, it's okay to boost up characters once in a while. But not to the point that he becomes a god like Clark (who I still find him exaggerated along with his "street-spec FXX" which I think is still unfair if he plans race it to the streets)
 
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I think you just made Sonny the best character in the story because of his exaggerations

I really thought i messed up the exaggeration. Thanks for proving me wrong. :)


Clark (who I still find him exaggerated along with his "street-spec FXX" which I think is still unfair if he plans race it to the streets)

When i think of Nash and Clark, i think of Marvel Comics' Thor and Loki, respectively. Nash got all the praise by being the best in the right way, while Clark, with all the power as well, instead felt betrayed. The main difference, is that they love each other.

For the FXX however, i did unveil a certain bounty hunter with a Veyron that's going to have relevance to this. Also, it's not his go to vehicle for street racing; it's his most infamous one. Another character to be introduced will look into Clark's machine to maybe clarify how it got on the streets.


What happened to Carrie?


Still in hospital. From what i know, women that give birth have to stay for an extended time in hospital, just in case.

And poor Fiona expected she's at home. Really early with the baby shower.
 
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Last Time, on Dawn Of The Mythic.


"And then, i couldn't meet that Mythic because she's good at scurrying like a rabbit. It won't be the same next time."

"Brand new. An Aston One-77. I won't hesitate to get the cops all over me when i travel the motorway, lad."

"How are you doing? Sister's duty to her parents to send their regards.. and their congratulations!"

"There are things we believe, and we share some of them. I don't mind if you don't think I'm right about me luck."

"S as in superior. O as in obliterate. N's are in Never Negative, baby. And the Y? Urmm.. you know."

"Someone died with the burdens of being the ultimate racer lent to me. I now give that burden to you, Paul. What you do, i won't deny, whatsoever."

"THEY'RE MAKING OUT?!"

"Mark 1!"

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.. OH NO!"

"Still in London, from what i know. You won't be short of impressed on how i want to reunite with her. Plan is in motion."


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Part 5: Reckless


Henderson Home. 10 AM.
About a week after Paul witnessed Sonny's hair flicking, badass staring explosions.

Someone finishes making dinner and puts it in the fridge for reheating later. This someone is Carrie, finally home, while still on leave. She opens the windows and witnesses the beauty you don't get much outside the UK, being sunny and bright.

For the lovely day, she decides to head to London, for motives unknown. No wonder she's preparing for later, huh?

Passing by the living room fireplace, she then looked at Paul, who, judging by the way he sleeps on a couch overnight, must've been drinking one night. Leaving him to rest, she decides to check on the house guests/guardians Gary and Ginoa.

While deducing Ginoa is not in sight within minutes of searching, Carrie wonders where she could be. Continuing her search by the yard, she notices Gary, busy playing croquet by himself outside.

He refers to a piece of paper on how the game is played. Carrie decides to interrupt his arm angle, which worryingly looked like a golf swing.


Carrie: "Umm.. Gary?"

Gary: "Hush, girl. I gotta bring on my A-game on this here ball."

Carrie: "But you're alone. What's the competition in.."

Gary zipped straight to the mother of two as he disturbingly rubbed her chin.

Gary: "Oh, you're cute when you worry about me, you know. I gotta be competitive 24/7, so when I'm not alone, i won't suck, alrite?"

As he returns to the ball, he didn't realize Carrie's true worry wasn't in the competitive spirit of croquet, but in how the mallet is held like he's about to kill the wooden object.

Carrie: "And where'd you learn this way of playing croquet?"

Gary: "FORE!"


*THWACK*


The ball flew up and hit a house infront of the yard. It bounced off the brick wall and proceeded to bounce to the house roof, which had the ball fall onto the Henderson driveway, where it hit someone in the head. From the yard, nobody can tell what it actually hit.




Gary: "Oohhooo, if i was intending to blow a gasket, that's a skull fracture, for sure."

Carrie: "You really aren't a normal human being?"

Gary: "Hell to the no, girl."

Carrie then head to the ball's predicted landing spot, and sees a man that got hit. By pure coincidence, it was Armand. Visible from her view was him rubbing his head in pain. Luckily, the ball was wooden, and damage was minimal to the skull.

Carrie: "Ohmigosh, Mister Armand!"

Carrie proceeded to get ice and wet a table towel to help with the small bruise. Upon noticing the action, Armand starts his act.

Armand: "Hallo, Carrie. Don't get all guilty on the shooting star falling like that. *strums guitar*"

While Armand can see it, Carrie didn't notice Gary actually behind her.


Gary: "Sup, Misty. What your ass doing here?"

Armand: "Gary, my riff rubbing DJ!"

Armand then saw how Gary held the croquet mallet like a man looking for gophers.


Armand: "(That's not the way you do it, but..) You're not playing croquet, are you?"

Gary: "Hey, it's time i get a new sport, or i push Paul to get me some hoops. He ain't a flexible man."

Armand: "Let me show you how to do this. *plays guitar* I'll be the roouunndabout!"

With the guitar even playing, Paul still kept asleep. As Carrie brings the baby stroller with a sleeping child, she exited the house and passed by a suited man.

Carrie: "Excuse me."

???: "Pardon me, madam."

Without Paul knowing, Carrie left the house.


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Bringing the baby Jacob, she left via specially reserved taxi cab to who knows where. Judging by her clothing and preparation, we can tell that she's not leaving anywhere outside London.


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Fast forward to 11 AM.

Paul: "Ugh.. where am I?"

Paul's view is blurred momentarily. He hardly sees what's around him until his brain allowed that to process properly.

He then sees the living room, clean. Strangely, Paul's drinking habits always had it messy.


Paul: "Wait.. if i was in one of me hangovers.. then this place should be a mess."

Gary: "Exactly."

Paul was startled by the gangster, sitting on one of his couches like a boss.

Gary: "What's up, Paul? I'm cool, and let's say your pretty wife's knows how to treat guests before she left."

Paul: "Left? Ughh.. I'm in one of these moments. And what guest?"

Armand: "*plays a tune* Dadddyyy didn't give attentiooon. Oooh! To the fact that.. mommy didn't caaare.."

Paul: "Armand? What the heck is going on?"

Gary: "Me and Misty here keeping your ass, as per your sweetheart's words."

Paul: "... I guess she knew how to handle the nights i have these fun moments to meself."

Gary: "I do all sorts of evil s:censored: at night, but if i had to wake up at your current situation, it'd be a one night stand, yo."

Armand: "And then, you might be thinking.. why me and not Englehart?"

Paul: "*groans* Ugh.. i want to freshen up before i talk to you lads."

???: "Ohh.. what a delightful sight."

Paul then heard that voice.

Paul: "Huh? Whozzat?"

Armand: "Umm.. this is why I'm here. This is the Paul Henderson you're looking for?"

???: "Oui. Merci beaucoup, monsieur."

Armand: "De rien."

Recognizing the French, Paul only knew one person fit the description in his head. It wasn't good for him.

Paul: "Oh my.. God! Can't you blokes give me a moment to make a proper greeting."

???: "Well, Paul. I'll give you only.. 10 minutes."


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Already freshened up, Paul greets the man that arrived in his home. He serves a regular morning tradition in the country: English Tea. Instead of joining them for tea, Gary and Armand, however, head outside to play croquet.

It's quite a sight seeing a gangster play croquet with a rising rockstar, especially when he's holding the guitar with it's sling. Paul heads to and fro the kitchen to get snacks and small things for his guest.


Paul: "So.. what's the occasion of the visit, eh Bon?"

He places a tray of hot tea. The man he serves is a classy Frenchman, also rival in Paul's racing days: Boniface.

Boniface: "Oh.. well. An old friend has to say hi every now and then. Just wanting to know how's my long time rival been after your license came back to you, hmm?"

Paul: "It's been quiet, but mostly.. we can say we're a happy family."

Boniface: "Magnifique."

Paul: "How's about you?"

Boniface: "It's good too. *sips tea* ahh.."

Lifting the teacup to see some English craftsmanship, Boniface then questions the taste.


Boniface: "What tea is this?"

Paul: "Earl Grey. Alan's favorite. How about we go with his classic combination: butter biscuits?"

Placing the biscuits by his guest, Paul sees Boniface take one and eats while savoring the tea.

Boniface: "Ahh.. it has his essence. There's a lot i can say about these things. I see.."

Paul: "What's brought you over the channel this time round, Bon?"

Boniface: "Holiday. Soeur Mirielle's getting a little antsy on her job, non?"

Paul: "Who's a 'sour Mirielle'?"

Boniface: "You know.. this 'nuclear baroness' everyone's talking about."

Paul: "I'm not in the news, am I?"

Boniface: "When i saw you on that couch, i can tell you can't be."

Paul: "Well, that's nice for some of that positive reinforcement, lad."

After all's needed to be done is done, Paul then sat down at last.


Paul: "Tell me about that sister of yers."

Boniface: "Which one?"

Paul: "Huh? 'Which one?'."

Boniface: "In your language, i can say I have de.. two sisters."

Boniface took out two separate photos. Apparently, he's even ready for that sort of question.

Paul got to know the features of his rival's sisters. They both carry the watermarks: "Amadine" and "Mirielle".


Paul: "Okay.. Those are such unusual names."

Boniface: "But they are real names where i belong."

Paul: "Alright.. alright.. We begin with A-meh-diyne"

Boniface: "It's Aa-muh-deen. Oui, you aren't the first to get that wrong."

Boniface, filled with tea and biscuits, tried to describe his sibling that he never got along. The picture is in black and white, but it was detailed, and judging by how it looks, it's pretty recent too.

Boniface: "She's tough, watches her weight, and she hates men."

Paul: "What's she do for a living, eh?"

Boniface: "As far as i knew, she's a professional athlete. Never did participate in the Olympics, non, but she always like to do marathons. She can run, and don't get me started on gymnastics."

Paul: "Run? (By chance.. could she be that person? Nah..)"

Boniface: "I'm not exactly her beloved little brother, but I notice a lot of potential in her athleticism. But for what, i don't know."

Paul: "And she's no olympian?"

Boniface: "Oh no. I don't really know what she does, but it's got no concern to the household."

Paul: "Okay.. enough on her. How about Mirielle?"

Paul looked at the blonde, younger Mirielle, judging by the less mature face and the whitish tone on the hair.

Boniface: "Mirielle? Aahh.. she's the finest we have to offer.. in the brain. A total genius. A tactician. And.. she's a.. little bit on the snob side."

Paul: "You're sugar coating that fact. A little bit of a snob?"

Boniface: "Ahh... you are obeservant as always, eh Paul? Yes, i hate to say how much of a snob she can be. She would take action to get what she wants. Even if it's going to be detrimental to others. The nuclear business was one of such."

Paul: "Alright.. enough on that. How's about we get some lunch? I'm no cook, and me wife's not home."

Boniface: "I would, monsieur Henderson, i would. But.. my famille needs me at the next hour. It was a pleasure to come here in person, though."

Paul: "You must be lucky to know Armand, then. And luckier to know that he knows me. Come, let's grab some fresh air.. You'll see Carrie just creates art with her love and the best gardeners.."

They had a look outside. The game of croquet can be interesting to some people. Paul truly wondered why he had it on that yard in the first place.

Paul: "More like: Why'd i invest in a croquet playing set?"

You must've been drunk by the time you decided to get one.

Paul: "What?! How about you come down here and we settle this.."

Boniface: "Paul? My my.. (Such bitter rumors, but dreadfully, they are true..) You're not yourself nowadays.."

Paul: "Huh? Must've been the hangover. It's killing me, i know.."

With the blue ball in front, Gary decided to get ahead by knocking Armand's blue ball with his yellow ball. The amount of power he prepares is enough to convince you to..

Paul: "Bon.. may i recommend.."

Paul puts his two hands in front of his lower area. Boniface just wondered.

Boniface: "Huh? What's wrong with you? I guess, to you brutes, alcohol is the enemy to the mind.."

Gary: "FORE!"

The yellow ball would fly above the next hoop and hit the wall of the brick fence.

Boniface: "But, in regulation, it is one glory this world provides.."

The ball would then bounce back from the home wall, dodging an expensive mural.

Boniface: "The scent provided by age, the color provided by it's fine texture.."

The yellow striped ball would then descend slightly, but still move as it bounces once again. It homes in to somewhere..

Boniface: "By just looking, you can tell the story on what wine is!"


*OUCH*


It hit Boniface's lower area with great velocity, causing the gentle-Frenchie to start holding in pain.


Boniface: "OOOHHH!"

His muscles contract as he rubs the hit area to comfort it.

Boniface: "Nnnggnnnggnnn..."

With mixed feelings, Paul gave a comment about his rival's pain.

Paul: "I warned you, but then you had to not shut up. And even i don't know why THAT happened."

Boniface: "*inhales* Hngggg *inhales* uuuwwwaaaa *inhales*"

Paul: "Yikes.."

Boniface: "Oh.. m:censored:e.. Ohhohoo.. M'obtenir de glace, sil vous plait!"

Paul: "Pardon?"

Armand, luckily is a talented linguist in most European languages.

Armand: "He wants ice, Paul. You want to be nice. G-man just stepped a dub too hard, it seems."

Paul: "Coming right up. Apologies, Bon."

Gary: "Well, s:censored:. That's two birds today. One stone too."

Armand: "Gary's got that killing spree with that mallet. *plays tune* You've got a bad reputation.."

Boniface: "I'll know.. *inhales* what to cover now.. *inhales*"

Paul: "Here's the ice, lad."


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Fast forward to 12 PM.

Boniface left the home to meet up with his sisters. While that happens, Paul gets on the phone with Doctor Singh. Armand is not in sight, leaving Paul to be home alone with Gary strangely still practicing his croquet.


Singh: "Check up today, Paul. Did your drinking habits get the best of you as always?"

Paul: "*sigh* Yea. I do remember it to be sometime this week, but.. you know all me problems, doc."

Singh: "And then, Paul?"

Paul: "Yea?"

Singh: "Your.. sister's coming for hers."

Paul: "Fiona? Why'd she come on such short notice?"

Singh: "She just wants to know about the good doctor who's been handling her little brother's drinking problems. Well, that means my job handling you just got slightly harder."

Paul: "Slightly? It's always tough for you, doc."

Singh: "I know, but i just have these nice certificates on the wall not for style. I am certified, and i won't say it's a lie. Your sister's a bit of a b:censored:, let me admit."

Paul: "Ya. It's good to know you have just the gist of me sister anyways."

Singh: "Yes, ahaha. See you in an hour."

Paul: "Cheers."

*hangs*

Paul: "Oh, what dirty trick did Fiona do to the good doctor?"

A momentary view in Paul's mind was that of his sister doing her seducing and what not. As Paul clears the thought and starts cleaning around, he looked outside to his Aston Martin. He stared at it past the window.

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Paul: "And you're just the beginning of what i can do. What else does my sleeve have underneath?"

The busy London traffic spawns all sorts of sounds to the home. None are particularly interesting to Paul, until he hears the sound of a V8.

Paul: "Aha! He's finally here!"

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Jacob exits the Ford GT, with another lady exiting the other door. This lady wears a rose colored mini dress and high heels. Her look is not what Paul expected: more of a Scandinavian look, with amber medium straight hair.

Paul: "And who could she be? It's not likely for Jacob to break his bonds.."

Moving to the front door, Paul immediately greeted the two.


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Paul: "Ross? Who's this?"

Jacob: "You know, i thought you'd recognize her, seeing you both have something in common. Am i right, Luce?" ## 1

???: "Ja. Diener Alan's first student, huh?"

The mystery European had a small look at Paul.

???: "You're nice.. but you're not as handsome as Herr Ross here." ## 2

Paul: "Say, what?"

Jacob: "Be nice, Luce."

???: "*sigh* Fine.."

The woman in front of Paul then stood. Being taller than Paul, and aged at just 21 years old, she's better known as a prodigy at one thing: race car tuning.

???: "Kleiner mann. Mein name ist Lucia Weiss." ## 3

Paul: "Lucia? The prodigy? Your name's on the rise, you know. Ugh.. Say, what's wrong with me memory? Alan kept on mentioning you, quite a lot too."

Lucia: "Oh, Paul. You know he does the same about you."

They all head inside. Unfortunately for Paul, he has the feeling that Carrie will be none too glad that the tea reserves are running low.


Paul: "And how's the prodigy like her tea?"

Lucia: "Sugar free, danke."

Paul: "Not a fan of them sugar cubes? Excuse me then.."

Paul heads off to the cabinet where the many coffee and tea accents are stored. He grabs hold of a sweetener and heads back to his guests.


Lucia: "Did you know bruder Will's a diabetic?"

Jacob: "The more you know.. And how's Bern? Still being your jester as always, i assume?"

Lucia: "Jester? Ohh, he's doing all sorts of ridiculous things when he's home, but he's super serious when he's doing his work." ## 4

Paul: "And.. for you, little lady: sweetener?"

Lucia: "Ja. Danke."

Paul drops pills of sweetener over Lucia's tea. He then gets them settled, while Jacob knows how to start conversation.


Jacob: "And then, you will ask: What's Mrs Bellini doing here?"

Paul: "Bellini? Ah! You've found a significant other?"

Lucia: "Ja, but i still go with Weiss. Mein family prefers it, and mein bruder? Especially he needs mention."

Paul: "Williem, eh? And since you've been in the same team for some time, I'm not going to ask how's he." ## 5

Lucia: "He's... fine?"

Paul: "I have to stop with the weird questions, do i?"

Jacob: "You've yet to answer why she's here?"

Paul: "Aye.. *clears throat* what's up?"

Lucia takes a sip, then she spills the details.

Lucia: "Today is Herr Ross' 7th Anniversary of meeting his lovely Frau Nishimura."

Paul: "Rin, eh? Didn't realize it."

Jacob: "You already know she's in this city. Let me tell you how she made my life special after the training."

Paul: "Don't have to hear it. I've bumped into her alias a couple of times, that i swore she must've been spying on me." ## 6


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The moment Paul mentions that, a woman under the alias of Kate, skates by in a parking lot in the middle of the city. She receives a small feeling that her name's being mentioned.

Kate: "Ah! Nearly dropped the coin."


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Back into the Henderson home.

Jacob: "Let me tell you i've been spending all expenses for her sake to make up for my GT40. Did you know Rin hates vintage?"

Paul: "And what makes her say that?"

Jacob: "Something about.. rust.. and costing way too much. I can't say no to those, but i can't resist getting the beast when that damn auction hooked me in." ## 7

Lucia: "Aww.. boo hoo, Herr Ross. And let's answer your question, Herr Henderson."

Paul: "Question? (Damn alcohol's doing something to me head..)"

Now clear of the drink, Paul remembered.

Paul: "Ah! That question.. you're here, is it?"

Lucia: "Ja. I witnessed their first date, with this man.. Nash. He's got a connection with Diener Alan, but what connection?"

Lucia has no clue on what Mythic is, so Paul had to fill it in.

Paul: "Friends! I mean.. like.. chums. They've been at it since."

Jacob: "Ah! Yes.."

Lucia: "I know you're hiding something! Don't make me.."

Lucia's well known to her closer friends by having a very short temper.

Jacob experienced this personally, and Paul has heard from Alan's advice. Reacting to this, Jacob prepared to hide behind a pillow, with Paul doing so with the sofa..
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Lucia: "Ahh.. not today.. but you're on thin ice, Herr Ross!"

Jacob: "Great.. i can't wait to fall."

Paul: "Okay.. back to Rin.. how about you tell me more about her?"

Jacob: "Certainly."

Jacob took out a mended locket from around his neck. He then showed the picture that motivated his actions a year ago.

Jacob stands high above a woman with dark brown hair, and a smile that'll bring together world peace. It's that amazing a smile.
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Paul: "She's a beaut, lad."

Jacob: "And still is. It's strange she hardly looks any different from then to now."

Lucia: "I haven't seen Frau Nishimura since that day you both got together again."

Jacob: "And then you will once again. I asked Nash for a favor, amidst the couple of others he has on me.."

*HORN*

A Land Rover is sighted outside, signalling Fiona has arrived to pick Paul up.



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Paul: "Alright. Jacob, you're going to keep the house safe, alright? Remember to pick Amelia up at Whitefield by 3. Buy me some tea while you're at it, and try to make her remember who's father this man changed, alright. No mention of putting face to steel, alright?" ## 10

Jacob: "Well, okay.."

As Paul rushed out of the house, Jacob decided to make the place like his. Lucia, being new here, gets some orders.

Jacob: "I'm sure there's nobody else home at this time. How about you get to know how this place works while i get some fresh air?"

Lucia: "All right."

While Lucia cleans the tea set, Jacob decides to open the patio doors, only to see what appears to be Gary preparing the most brutal swing in history.

Jacob: "What the? Gare-bear?"

Gary: "GRRRR!!! FFAAAAAUURRREE!!"

Gary swung the mallet to the yellow ball. He thought the ball would at least head to the depths of the English Channel, that is, if the mallet was on Gary's hands. Fortunately for the game, the ball actually went through more hoops than he expected.

Jacob: "And that's how not to play croquet, Gary."

Gary: "Sup, J? I guess croquet's not my sort of sport, huh? Huh?"

Jacob: "It sure ain't."

Jacob then notices a shadow moving towards the house. Gary apparently let go of the mallet when the force was about vertical. The shadow moved towards the home slowly, as Jacob pointed it to Gary with a small nudge.

But unfortunately, Lucia chose to step outside now.


Lucia: "Herr Dhetto? What cruel fate has chosen.." ## 11


*THUMP*


The mallet landed on the German's head.

After a small moment of easing the pain, the landing of such an object prompts a rather enraged response. In fear, Jacob and Gary stay still.


Lucia: "WHO.... WAS... IT?!" ## 12

At the same time, Gary pointed to Jacob as Jacob pointed back to Gary. The pressure causes Gary to confess.

Gary: "That was the third strike.. he.. he. hehhh... *opens mouth in comfort* PEACE OUT, B:censored:ES!! *disappears from sight*"

While Gary ran, Jacob thought he was scot free. Unfortunately, he wasn't.

Jacob: "Oh Lord almighty.. please give mercy to my soul for the actions i did not do.. HELL, I'M OUT OF HERE! *also gone*"

Expecting this reaction, Lucia let them run blindly, knowing when they return, a spanking is in order.


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Dr. Singh's Clinic, Hammersmith, London. 1 PM.

Paul knocked in the door to see his doctor and therapist: an Indian by the name of Jayendra Singh. Working for emergency in hospitals and private clients, Singh is no doubt one of the names to see if any problem would arise.


Fiona: "Hello? Anyone home?"

The door then opens.


Singh: "Ahh! Paul. And you must be.. Fiona. Come! Come in! It's time for your.. examination.. heheh."

Paul: "Doc, you're scaring me."

Singh: "Just a little bit of messing around when Halloween comes. Don't be scared. You've been here oh so many times."

Paul: "Yeah.."

As they all come in, they head to the waiting benches.

Singh: "Paul?"

Paul: "Aye? You want something?"

Singh: "How about i use that cultural phrase of yours.. what was it? Ladies first?"

Paul: "Umm.. sure, i guess. Have fun, sis."

Fiona: "Well, okay then. You know what i demand, correct. *finger snaps* Let's see if the doctor knows what he does."

Singh: "Oooh hoo hoo. Be prepared for it, girl."

Paul watches his sister walk in to the doctor's room.

Paul: "And then, i just hope the doc's not a pervert."


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Minutes pass..

Seeing all the magazines on the table, Paul has never been so bored. After a small nap, he takes out his phone to see only half an hour has passed. The receptionist that was there is currently on break. Paul used the opportunity to actually relieve some of that boredom.


He head to the door that said:

Staff Only. Area is Prohibited.

Ignoring the sign, Paul went in. The door wasn't locked. He heads in, and turns on the light. He sees nothing of interest, from a computer that requires a log in, to shelves of data. Paul left the room, but then slowly veered back to see a log book past the door he opened.

Taking a moment's read, he sees many people's problems that needed Singh's attention, or thought Singh could be the only one.

After a moments read, he gave up, and turned the book to a close. As that was done, he then noticed the name "Carrie Henderson" on it. He read bits of the log out loud, but at a volume that only he can hear.


Paul: "Carrie's going strong after her birth of her second child... on leave.. university paying her still.. Bonus.. spills on getting.. a car.."

And then Paul strikes a small paranoia, and leaves the room, hopefully leaving no trace.

He sits back to the sofa. Giving a moment of thought, Paul wonders what car could it be? A bonus would never fund a supercar, let alone a nice cruiser.

Then, Fiona exits the doctor's room.


Paul: "So.. what's he say?"

Who knew, she was astonished, coming from a person of high expectations.


Fiona: "He's.. wow.. I mean.. he suggests a lot, even for a perfect little miss such as myself. From this to that, but you can only know that i have do some sports. I guess i have something to think about other than being pretty. I must say, I am impressed, but slightly."

Paul: "Oh, way to go, doc! Well, can i come in?"

Fiona: "Sure. I'll head downstairs. I've yet to experience what's in this part of London."

While Fiona head downstairs to the outside world, Paul sees the doctor.


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The room is littered with things that make Singh comfortable. From his certification on one wall, a nice view on the other, and even a miniature bar, it feels like an executive office. Paul sees the small changes each time a visit is made. This time round, it's the covering on the sofa.


Singh: "Ahhh! Paul.. firstly: i must thank you for visiting once again. Not everyday i see a customer return after consecutive visits."

Paul: "Hey, no worries, doc."

Singh: "Usual spot, then?"

Paul: "Yeah."

After getting into position..

Singh: "Ahh. Paul Henderson. I'm afraid my secretary is away for now, so you have to live with me slowly writing the things you have to mention to me. No rush, okay?"

Paul: "It's not a problem, doctor."

Singh: "Alright.. how's your drinking been?"

Paul: "Umm, it's not a depression now, but more of a hobby. It's killing me, i know."


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Paul went on to tell stories about his drinking habit, and more. Dr. Singh apparently knows all about Mythic and Nash Kirkham's current state of affairs due to Paul's visits beforehand, and, like a reliable physician, keeps them to himself.

For the sake of lowering monotonous talking, we skip about half an hour ahead.

Paul: "Thanks so much, doctor."

Singh: "No. No! Thank YOU, Paul. Your sister's paid for both of your 100 pounds."

Paul: "Oh. Well.. before i go."

Singh: "Yeah?"

Paul decided to spill one more secret today.

Paul: "I just want to know what's me wife been doing here."

Singh, who knows Paul's question and where it will lead to, answers back.

Singh: "She's come for her appointment. It's a coincidence that her and you have this very appointment on this very day."

Paul: "Yes. But how about a small hint. New car? She's hiding this from me, and i have this gut feeling you is one of the people she rabbled on about."

Singh: "Aaa... hmmm. What's she say? Ah!"

Paul: "Well?"

Singh: "She says.. new car, but i really can't say where. If i had to make a guess, try the area where she's have your baby Jacob being sitted."

Paul: "Sitted? (She and I are about to have this conversation about Jacob..)"

Singh: "Let's see.."

Singh, at the time, rolled on to his computer, and searched on the web. He then looked at the map of the day care, and then rolled out a list of car dealers there.

Singh: "Try this place in Clapham. European cars."

Paul: "Right. Cheers, doc."

Paul left the room with a small tip.

Singh: "And try not to get too angry."

Paul: "I'll try not to."


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Another half an hour later, and we see a Land Rover Evoque Coupe park by a Peugeot dealership in Clapham.


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Paul: "This is the last one."

Fiona: "And..."

Paul: "I don't want to be angry at me wife, you know that. I just need to know all these larger decisions have to go through us together. I mean.. baby Jacob wasn't the name i intend."

Fiona: "Come on, Paul! This is like, one of these things.. a girl has to get some of the free will she needs while under the bond of a loved one."

Before Paul could send out a small response, he sees the woman and the baby stroller.

Paul: "There she is."

Fiona: "*gasp* And the baby!"

Fiona would immediately rush out of the Land Rover, luckily with Paul keeping the car safe by locking it as he exits.

Paul: "Wait! Fiona!"

When Carrie saw Fiona, it was like a zombie infection landed in the middle of a fashion show.

Carrie: "What the? Fiona?!"

Paul: "Honey!"

Carrie: "Paul?!"

Fiona would pass by Carrie and take the stroller's attention. She would take the calm baby and take him by her arm.


Fiona: "Awww... *baby talk*"

Carrie: "Wha? How'd you find me? I demand an explanation, Paul!"

Paul: "Well.. you've been doing all sorts of things behind me back."

Carrie: "Yeah? It was supposed to be a surprise."

Paul: "Right.. okay. Calm down, honey. I have the explanation you want. Just give me a moment."

Carrie: "Oh.. what's aunt Fiona doing here, anyways?"

Rocking the child left and right, Fiona momentarily had to answer the question.

Fiona: "I just so happen to have a show tomorrow in this city. I was all.. why not? Give my sister a visit, and see the cute baby."

Carrie: "I forget you're one with children. Reminds me the day Amelia came to us."

Fiona: "Hahaha."

Paul: "Honey.. i just pried into Singh's private files. I know I'm a bad man and all, but.. can i apologize?"

Carrie: "There's no need for that, dear."

Carrie and Paul make up their mistakes with just a kiss. Fiona and the baby just wonders how that would be the only thing needed to apologize.

Suddenly, it happened again. A woman with pink hair was attacking a man she deemed to be following her.

Paul's stalker has returned.
## 13

Kate: "Stay away from me, or it's not going to be pretty!"

Paul: "What's going on?"

Kate starts to taunt the man, prompting a charge. She would use the Land Rover nearby to redirect him, ramming on to the boot. No damage was visible, but the owner wasn't happy.

Kate: "Sucker!"

Fiona: "Son of a!"

Fiona handed the baby back to Carrie, and rushed to her SUV.

Fiona: "B:censored:! My car!"

Kate: "Huh?"

The man who rammed the car snuck away to a nearby local police officer, who would start whistling after hearing his plea.


Kate: "Great.."

Paul: "Wait! Kate.. i mean.. Rin!"

Kate would immediately move away from the car, and wagged her finger against Paul.

Kate: "Sorry, Paul, but i have to get a move on. TTYL."

Cities In Dust
Junkie XL, feat. Lauren Rocket
Booming Back At Ya


Kate started running, then jumped over a fence and immediately a chase ensues. Paul would leave his sister and his wife, not getting an explanation on what's going on.


Carrie: "*sigh* That Paul.. he can be so strange sometimes."

Fiona: "Indeed."

A message ringtone immediately hit Carrie. Taking out her phone, she notices Fiona on her knees, in dread.

Come to the usual joint in Edgware. ~ Dad.

Carrie: "Fiona?"

Fiona: "Ohh.. my car!"

Carrie: "Fiona!"

Fiona: "*sigh* What?"

Carrie: "You don't mind heading to Edgware Road? My dad's inviting us for some lovely tea."

Fiona: "Ugh.. alright, then. That b:censored: show her face again, and it's the Bermuda Triangle with her."


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The chase kept going on.

Kate was very good at getting away. Paul, on the other hand, took his time a little too much.

When Kate would vault over a bench, Paul would run around it.

When Kate would slide above the hoods of cars, Paul would find spaces and moments to not get caught jaywalking.

When Kate slides by the rails, Paul would try to run down past the busy London sidewalks.

Naturally, Kate is giving Paul a lot of chance to catch her, but even without her skates, she's a natural freestyle runner.

And then, she reached her destination, and started to flee properly. Paul would then realize he found himself on Oxford Circus. He stands, wheezing in front of Selfridges.


Paul: "*pants* Now.. where can she be? I lost her again! Argh!"

As Paul was about to hit the wall with his hand, it was held back by a man. Paul took the moment to turn around.

Paul: "Nash?"

Nash: "You alright, Paul? It seems like you ran here from Heathrow."

Paul: "That.. that can't be. It's just a.. wild game of tag with Ka.. Rin."

Nash: "Yes.. i know. You were on her tail for some time."

Paul: "I was?"

Nash revealed a GPS tracker on his phone, already tracking Jacob, Sonny, Paul and Rin. Easily detecting Sonny still in Manchester, it struggles to keep track of Jacob like dial-up internet.

Nash: "Those tattoos you all carry have this nice little side effect.. for me at least. Special, irremovable substance, used in cargo. And it looks like she isn't far off. Allow me." ## 14

Paul: "Oh.. okay. (It's like he's trying to freak us out..)"

Rin was inside Selfridges, to be precise: in the toilets of the second floor.

A woman came out of the second cubicle, with a bag that tells us: who knew where she got it?

Rin: "Not good enough.. Paul."

Rin donned a look that seemed especially professional. A small miniskirt, with a suit top. She also sprays herself, keeping clear of the fire alarm. The spray eliminates her odour, and she exits with a fresh new look.

At the parking lot..

Paul: "Is that real?"

Nash: "Of course not."

Paul: "You're totally a soulless monster sometimes, you know?"

Nash: "Ehh.. I blame my brother."

The men walk towards a white Lexus IS-F. Nash overrode the car's personal lock with a little gadget. They then enter the passenger seats.

Paul: "What gadget was that?"

Nash: "One of my goons have this on him. I asked nicely, and that's not a method of speech. I did ask."

Paul: "Oh.."

Nash: "Now.. keep hidden."

Rin approaches her car. She unlocked the car and entered. She didn't notice Nash's concealing himself due to her weariness.

Rin: "Paul, Paul, Paul.. Kawaisou.."

*car starts*

*Gun cocks*

Nash: "Hello, darling.."

Rin: "..."

In blinding speed, Rin would then hold the man's arm, have him punch his own face, and hold the gun, like a seasoned professional. Paul could hear Nash's grunts as he lied down in the back.

Paul: "(Wow.. how's she the damsel in distress once with those moves?!)"

Not willing to spare anyone that threatens her, she didn't hesitate on pulling the trigger of the oddly light gun.

*click*

A flag popped off the barrel, with a sign saying "BANG"


Nash: "(Gary's Russian Roulette.. A jack in the box gun)" ## 15

Rin: "*British accent* A fake?! And how'dja end up in me car?"

Nash: "*cough* It's simple, really. Uuurgh.. you got me hard on the neck, there, dear. *coughs*"

It didn't take long for her to recognize the man that brought her F1 racing experience.

Rin: "Nash-sama! Oh! Sumimasen!"

Nash: "Paul, you can stop hiding now."

Rin: "Nani?"

Paul: "Ohh.. finally caught up with you, pretty girl."

From sneeringly confident, to a slight pity, and then to a good ounce of surprise.

Rin: "...."

Paul: "Hey, what's wrong, lass? You got me good a few times. But you don't look like you accept a drunkard racing icon catch up with ya?"

Nash: "Ahh. Of all the Mythic, Paul's the only one left out. You should introduce yourself first, Paul. But.. but I'll let Rin handle that."

Rin: "(I've been beaten..)"

Paul: "Hey.. if it's so hard for you.. let me go first. Me boys call me Paul, and if by any chance you like to race, me and the brand new Aston One-77 will show no quarter."

Nash: "Congrats, anyways."

Paul: "Cheers."

Rin, from stunned, suddenly became all comfortable. Forcibly comfortable..


Rin: "Hajimemashte. Watashi wa.. Nishimura Rin desu."

Paul: "Ohh. Very nice. Jacob's told me a lot about you."

Nash: "And try English a whole more in front of us, here."

Rin: "Aaa! Okay.."

As Rin exit the parking lot, Paul looked at the mirrors to see what appears to be sorrow in Rin's face.


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Paul: "What's wrong, lass?"

Rin: "I miss Jacob-san. That's all." ## 16

Paul: "Well, personally heard today's your anniversary."

Rin: "Yes.. but from what i've been hearing from Gary-san, he has plans for me, and he wants Nash-sama to be the one to surprise me."


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Nash: "I'll be honest, but i don't know what Jacob's planned for your reunion."

Rin: "I don't mind if it's a surprise.. i don't know if i can forgive him for his reckless stunt."

Jacob has already mentioned that 'reckless stunt' to all with the car, much to Rin's disgust.


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Paul: "You mean the GT40?"

Nash: "That? It's a beauty. Legendary cars "

Rin: "... I don't know what's got into him."

Paul: "Ye both had an argument?"

Rin: "Almost. I don't want to fight with the man that brought me light."

Having a small moment of astonishment, Paul sure has a smart 'brother'. He also thought about his own marital issues.


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Paul: "For a dark man, he sure knows how to prevent these moments."

Nash: "Jacob's known to be smart and calculated." ## 17

Rin: "I love him for traits like that. It makes him very unique amongst regular jerkheads, but to be there for me? That's the best part."

Nash: "Ahh.."

Rin: "Also.. you boys don't mind if we head to Edgware Road for a moment. I just want to say hi to Okaasan."

Paul: "Aye, that's okay with us. Just point to me what joint it'll be."


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Nash sits comfortably, as everything goes according to his thoughts.


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Edgware Road wasn't far from Oxford Circus, but Paul had a difficulty finding the exact place of Alan's current place when alcohol can take over your mind.

But then, a black R8 is seen. Nash and Rin recognize it.



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Nash: "Say.. isn't that Jacob's?" ## 18

Rin: "It was. He returned it, and with that, he bought another black R8."

Paul: "That's a 4.2 though. I think the one Jacob bought was a 5.2, am i right?"

Rin: "Mmmhmm. (And Jake-san would do such a thing for Otousan's honor.)"

Paul: "I've seen him drive it, and the V10's rather notable. Well, let's get to it."

Seeing a parking spot nearby, Rin parks the ISF behind the Audi, where Alan and Nami are having British tea just inside.



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Nash is somewhat hungry: a rather common thing to end up getting when stalking.

Nash: "Alan. Good to see you, old coot."

Nash began with pushing the old man's shoulders down; a sign of good faith as experienced by Alan for the many years together.

Nash: "And, let me say, after all this chasing around, I'm parched. You don't mind if i.."

Alan: "Oh? Sure! Go on ahead and order what you want. Tell the mates it's on me."

Nash: "Cheers, mate."

In the East, the way of greetings truly differ. Paul witnesses this first hand.

Rin: "Okaasan ~ Kyou wa dou deshta ka?"

Nami: "Daijobu desu."

Paul slowly decided to turn away until he was confronted.

Rin: "Oh, Paul-san! I'm technically your sister in law.. i think Jacob-san's told you much."

Knowing this, Paul didn't feel any surprise coming from him.


Paul: "That's.. nice to know.. (You don't have to..)"

Behind Paul is another table, to whom he had no realization was his other followers.

Fiona: "That's her!"

Fiona took off her chair.

Paul: "Fiona? Sis?! What's the hold up."

Unlike many encounters, Rin stands straight, and used a tactic taught by her husband.

Carrie: "Hi, dear. It's last second, but dad's invited us for tea. You don't mind if you hold the baby?"

Paul: "Sure."

While Paul holds the child once again, Fiona begins on how she feels. It appears it's hard for Fiona to forget a pretty face.


Fiona: "Okay, you.. Nip! You're given a get out of jail free card, but i have my eye on you if you touch my sweet Evoque with a man, okay?!"

Instead of apologizing, Rin goes crazy with some recently learned facts.

Rin: "Hi, sister in law!"

Fiona: "What?"

Paul: "She's our real sister in law. Trust me. That Jacob man is our brother in law too."

Fiona: "For real? What a strange turn of events."

And with that, Fiona begins the introduction, hoping to get the good side of Jacob Ross through his wife.

Fiona: "Hi! Just call me Fiona! This is Paul, my little brother, by about a year.."

Paul: "Just about."

As Paul went to sit with the baby on hand, he places him on the stroller, while Carrie starts spilling some details.

Carrie: "I never got to tell you what car i decided on getting."

Paul: "Now that you mention it.. yeah. I just know it's some European brand. What is it? Citroen? BMW?"

Carrie: "Peugeot."

Paul: "Oh.. I'll guess. RCZ?"

Carrie: "...."

Paul: "I'm right, aren't I?"

Carrie: "You're just lucky again."

Paul: "I know, right?"

Carrie: "Yeah, it's an RCZ. Got it in a really nice white. I know.. more white cars.."


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Paul: "Never mind the coat, honey. That's wonderful. Sporty, and it's got it's own charm."

Carrie: "I know you'd like it, with what.. 2 Aston Martins?"

Paul: "Then, we'd have to get some sort of four door. Fiona's truck isn't the best thing for families when it's a coupe."

Carrie: "Mmhmm."

Paul: "Also.."

Rin, who so happens to be behind Paul, stands straight in front of Carrie.


Paul: "Recognize this pretty lass?"

Carrie: "Umm... aside the amber hairdo, isn't she the one that caused a small hit on Fiona's truck?"

Paul: "Eh, it's a sloppy disguise, lass."

Rin: "At least it's simple."

Rin was then distracted by the baby. It was asleep, but she decided to do it anyways.

Rin: "Konnichiwa! They call me all they want, but I'm Rin. And you, cutie, are my god child."

Paul: "Heheh."

Carrie: "That must mean she's Nami's offspring."

Rin: "And am i glad to meet you, Carrie-san. *in haste* Paul said nothing about you, by the way."


*Glass cracks*


Paul: "What?!"

Carrie: "Ugh.. Paul.. i thought you loved me?"

Paul: "I do! It's just that.. well.. erhh.. (Curse her..)"


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Moving on to 7 PM.

Rin and Nash are in a private hired car. They head to an unknown location.


Nash: "Right.. i want to surprise you as per your hubby's plans, Rin. Can you agree to wear this?"

Nash unveil a very opaque blindfold.


Rin: "Alright.. but nothing naughty."

Nash: "Promise!"

Rin: "Arigato."

She puts on the blind fold. Her thoughts wonder of what this surprise may be. There are a lot of possibilities.


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At the same time, a white car roars throughout the London streets.


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Identified as a special LFA Nurburgring Edition, the driver inside must've been priviledged to have it driven, especially when he didn't own it.


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But, inside the car, is not someone you expect. The LFA isn't a really demanding car, but it will want to test ones that have it travel in speed.


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He places a hard hand on the steering and shifts up or down when needed.


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His tactics mimic top level street racing. A dirty art, but with clean execution?


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The man, from showy drifter to an experienced street racer, is Gary Dhetto.


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Taking the turns at speeds that'll excite anyone, he makes a self remark.


Gary: "Ohhh boyy! I'm soo hyped for this here moment to come! *shifts down*"


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Only so few know where it's really headed to, and to be relevant to what's to come.


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The cab from earlier then arrived at their destination. After paying what's due, Nash led Rin out of the car.

Rin: "Oohoo."

Nash: "Careful with the steps, darling. Come on. Hold my hand."

Rin: "What could this be."

Without sight, Rin couldn't feel but sense that something is up with the place she's come to, but it's a feeling she couldn't really grasp.

Nash: "Almost.."

Rin: "Where am i.."

Nash then puts Rin on a chair.

Nash: "Open up."

Rin: "Finally.."

What did she see? She saw a candlelight in the middle. She saw a clean plate. She saw a position of somewhat recognizable placing. ## 19

Stop Loving You
Toto
The Seventh One


Voices echo in memories.


"That's an impression for the weak minded..."


"Did you know the use of honor is cliche and overrated.."


Rin: "Huh? Do i.. know this place?"

The opposite chair then moves back by someone's hand, and the mastermind arrives.

Jacob: "You should... Jess."

Rin: "Oh! Jake... Umm.. How long has it been?"

Jacob: "You're sloppy as always. Well, it's been about 3 weeks now. Think we can wrap up our moments of individualism?"

Rin: "...."

Jacob: "I want you to say yes, and if you weren't my sweet heart, it'll be with harsh words. But.. i guess i know how to make you want to say it."

While Jacob was pleading with an iron fist, Rin was still rejecting her husband's past actions.

Rin: "And how? I'm not sure if something can just make me change my mind over what you did?"

Jacob: "What i did was for me. And allow me to present you half a million dollars worth of something.. for you. Not a Mustang.. but.. (where is he.. AH!)"

Jacob sees Gary arriving with the LFA, or rather, hears it come.

*sound*

The sound gave it away, veering all the people inside the restaurant at the time.



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Rin: "The LFA Nurburgring Edition? That's just an illusion, i know! But.. I.. How did you know?"

Jacob: "That.. my dear.. is my forgiveness. Happy 7th anniversary."

Song Progress

With that, Rin and Jacob are together, after moments of uneasiness. Taking off from their chairs, they had a dramatic hug that was witnessed by many. Clapping is heard, and another table, somewhat at the same angle they viewed all those years ago, is more nostalgic thinking. ## 20

Lucia: "So, Nash. When is it time you think of getting married?"

Nash: "I don't have plans for me, but it looks to me this date is all in schedule, for you, Ross."

*chair screech*

Gary: "Suh weet.. Haven't seen Jess in ages. That's how we make soup, ladies and gents." ## 21


FIN PART 5

Author's Notes



- I'm thinking.. more brief Author's Notes. Whaddaya say?

- Nostalgia up the bum on this one. Rin also gets development. The feel I'm looking for her is that you will sympathize with whatever emotion she plays with. You'd be happy to see her happy, sad to see her sad.. you get the idea.

- Armand proves to be a rather unique character. Bonus points for guessing what song he references when he strums that guitar of his.

- I think i've lost control of what this fiction represents. The serious factor can get out of hand if i put too much of these silly moments.

- The tuner's sweet touch, given another run to reduce the time on the track. Lucia, the German tuner Prodigy, makes a surprise return (when she has no plans to come back too). The main inspiration would be Audrey from Atlantis: The Lost World, but there's other inspirations, coming from Marceline the Vampire Queen of Adventure Time, and Ada Wong of Resident Evil (particularly the fourth).

- A real supreme amongst the women racing in the world today. Rin makes a (not exactly) surprise return. Where Jacob wants her to be the one to bear his child, she has.. other plans. Her influence comes from Jet Set Radio's Gum, Barbara Gordon (Batgirl) from Batman, and Baiken of Guilty Gear.


Cars Introduced.


- Carrie's RCZ "A Coupe For Her". Getting a bonus from her university performance, Carrie decides on getting on spending that with her own car. She wants something chic, and potentially fast too. The Peugeot was perfect, to her eyes at least.

- Nami's Audi R8 4.2 FSI "Rider Of The Storm". While Nami has never been involved in any racing at all, her husband was a collector of certain supercars. The R8 is a significant car to her, due to being involved with her husband battling the Yakuza, and was passed to Jacob once to finish that grudge.

- Rin's Lexus IS-F "Power Of Eight". Not many know why Rin owned a regular IS-F. Some say she needed a car to drive around. Some says it's her to go street racer. It's got nothing special under the hood, but seeing it win some small scale racing, it's proven that the driver has more talent than the ones she faces.

- Rin's Lexus LFA Nurburgring Edition "Forgiveness". Rin had a sweet spot to her older LFA, but she wanted a more thrilling experience behind the wheel. Who knew Jacob woulld actually go so far to hand her a car she can enjoy? Also, Jacob strangely still have some cash laying about?


Cast Introduced.


- Lucia Weiss. Well known as the Prodigy of German Tuning, Lucia has studied under Alan's guide to be the ultimate tuner. Her big break included a minor rallying event in Finland, and then becoming the lead mechanic of a small Le Mans racing team.

- Rin Nishimura. A socially flawed person backed up by her natural talent, beauty and wisdom. Rin's involvment in the racing world was more of a recent one due to her father's street racing. But, just like anything she does, it's undeniably great, especially from a woman. Nami's daughter, and Jacob's wife. Also, the last of the current Mythic; codenamed The Infernal Phoenix.


Memories Of The Legacy.


Lucia and Rin, how could you both bring ruin to my day by pointing out so much from the Legacy. *sigh* Here goes..

1) Any veteran that recognizes these speech can conclude that Lucia is back. Unexpected?

2) Lucia's first words to a timid, nervous racer was complimenting Jacob's handsome look. It's in 2-5.

3) And how she formally introduces to him at the time.

4) Bernardo Bellini is an Italian racer, later revealed to be a secret Interpol Agent Blaze. He proposed a marriage with Lucia after revealing that secret in guilt.

5) Williem Weiss is a minor character, an exotic specialist, and Lucia's bigger brother. Do i have plans for him if he ever returns.

6) She's done it to Jacob before. Not big surprise moment.

7) A point i didn't bring up often is how Rin dislikes vintage and old items.

8) Watch out when you bring Lucia's short temper up. It's scary, even to the rather bulky Jacob Ross.

9) Yep. THAT locket. Jacob's special sentiment when he races on track.

10) Paul changed after what Jacob did as Outlaw: slamming that face to hot steel.

11) Lucia specifically doesn't like encountering the perverted Gary.

12) See 8. Also, she's done worse. Sonny's another person she shouldn't meet.

13) A wild Kate appears. Expected, but Paul's really ready to get her now!

14) Nash is the tattoist for the 4 Mythic, which is how he managed to slip in some sort of tracker. Disturbing indeed.

15) Mentioned a few times when Gary is with Keith. Gary loves to play Russian Roulette.

16) Can't believe she's split now? Yeah. She's gone through years of it before. This is an author's promise that they won't be split for long after this.

17) Jacob is all around great, but he's not perfect. His striving to be such will always be his downfall.

18) Once used by Jacob by the climax of Chapter 2, to deal with a revenge driven Oyabun.

19) The restaurant they met. NOSTALGIAA!

20) Lucia and Nash met here too, and witnessed love in the same fashion.

21) While breaking the fourth wall, Gary mentions that without Jess (Rin), Jacob is like soup without water when they reunite in Japan.


Thoughts.


Anyone enjoyed the nostalgic theme of this part?

I sure did. Lucia's return especially.


Coming Up:


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"10-80 in progress.. Vehicle identified as a blue Ferrari. Driving way past the posted limit."

"And then, what? You and your petty crew look like a threat to come, and a man paid me to make sure that threat don't exist, hmm."

"Allow me to churn your clock, eh? Me name's.. Murphy Barrister, but me buds call me Murph."




Every moment passed is a star that can be seen in the night's sky.
Now, after all the stars align, the moment to conclude reveals!


Finale: Beings.


Oh and pictures cleaned!
 
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Awesome read, best part yet IMO. Maybe it's because of the "nostalgic theme".

By the way, why is the Ferrari blue?
 
I've read a change of title of this thread, and it seems that you are asking for "reboot tips". Allow me to help you, based on what I've read here.




Humble Beginnings - this is where it already started to go wrong. Jacob shouldn't really be the king of the streets in the first place even though he is the son of a seasoned race car driver. He has to learn the basics of driving, and start from nothing, not that he is an impoverished character.

Alternatively, you can start Jacob as a person who has accomplished something or a lot, but one unfortunate event led him to fall, and he has to crawl his way to the top.

And how did he immediately become the Japan's king of the streets easily? Japan is the birthplace of tuner and street racing culture, and have you even made some research on how the locals soup up their JDM cars? (read Mid Night Club, a notorious street racing group in Japan in the 90s)


Even if he was possessed by Outlaw, he should have a hard time dealing with those racers.





Variety - This is another important factor. Most cars I see here are supercars, and some readers here would want to see another type of car. One thing I found ridiculous is how Paul acquired the One-77 through a lottery. There must be a part dedicated on how a character works hard to get that dream car. Make it realistic, as all 77 cars have made it to owners' homes, and something that wouldn't be sold immediately.

MAKE RESEARCH. Researching is the key here.

And also, do not underestimate JDM cars or hot hatches. They can offer value for money in performance, and they are just as fascinating as supercars, or perhaps even more.



Stick to the Essence of a Race Report - Do not show supercars for the sake of just showing it. Do not turn this into Redline. I love all the action elements you include here, but you have to remember that you are posting this in the Race Reports section with a storytelling twist to make it more interesting. You have to include the facts about the car, make the characters mention how the car feels to drive (something that is lacking in the story), and they should make an analysis should you compare two cars when they duel (but not to the point of being too geeky).



Continued Interest - this is my secret why I still make fanfics for 2 years. Do not just venture into supercars, try to feature other types of cars. That's what I do. I make a story out of a certain car I'm very interested in, and make it a theme. Also, try to venture into professional racing. Street racing is more thrilling and exciting, I know; but the elements of GT are purely circuit racing, and you can also make a story out of one of the GT races like in my case, I will make a fanfic focusing on the FIA GT3 series. Something like that.




Another little tip - Give some consideration to the readers by resizing your photos. Sometimes, I read this in my tablet, and its browser would sometimes crash immediately because of loading times.


I hope these tips would help. Good luck!
 
I can't believe I haven't read this until now! I kept checking the old thread and never noticed the link in the first thread. Great read!!! All of it. But will the side story's characters be making an appearance in this story?
 
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ALSO SUPREMELY CONTENT HEAVY.



Last Time, on Dawn Of The Mythic.


"FORE!"

"Oh.. well. An old friend has to say hi every now and then. Just wanting to know how's my long time rival been after your license came back to you, hmm?"

"Mirielle? Aahh.. she's the finest we have to offer.. in the brain. A total genius. A tactician. And.. she's a.. little bit on the snob side."

"Kleiner mann. Mein name ist Lucia Weiss."

"Today is Herr Ross' 7th Anniversary of meeting his lovely Frau Nishimura."

"That was the third strike.. he.. he. hehhh... *opens mouth in comfort* PEACE OUT, B:censored:ES!!"

"I just want to know what's me wife been doing here."

"Sorry, Paul, but i have to get a move on. TTYL."

"You're totally a soulless monster sometimes, you know?"

"I miss Jacob-san. That's all."

"You're sloppy as always. Well, it's been about 3 weeks now. Think we can wrap up our moments of individualism?"

"That.. my dear.. is my forgiveness. Happy 7th anniversary."




Every moment passed is a star that can be seen in the night's sky.





Now, after all the stars align, the moment to conclude reveals!


Finale: Beings.


Robinson Home, Westminster. 9 PM.

Nami and Alan sit by the television, watching a dark romance movie end. The credits roll along the black as the odd couple make conversation.

And they aren't in any emotional state. Odd.


Nami: "What time is it?"

Making a response after peeking at his leather banded watch, Alan complies.

Alan: "Nine PM."

Nami: "Time sure does travel slow. We should do something else with the television, hmm Otto? Why don't you hand me that remote?"

Alan: "Emm.."

Alan wants to watch a show he's been waiting for a while. Unfortunately, Nami's persistence has him do the natural. He turned on his telly, and immediately changed to BBC News.

News Host: "Tonight on BBC News.. Scotland Yard investigates a murder over a young man.."

Alan: "Pah.. BBC has interesting news. At least it's good to know what's going on in the world, am i right? Hohoho.."

Nami: "Yes, but.. can i have the remote?"

Alan: "Not until i get my updates, my dear."

News Host: "Aberdeen's been hit with a torrent of heavy rainfall and breezy winds.."

Alan would then stand high above his wife and has her unable to reach the current state of the remote. He would then realize the person he married is the same person that Rin gets her fuel for oddity.

Nami: "How is this really an important thing for you, Otto?"

Alan: "Hush dear."

News Host: "A charity for disabled dogs has been considered and.."
He swaps the location of the remote with his hands, needing Nami to get around the coffee table after a swap is made.

Nami: "We're here in London... and we're getting news for up north? And dogs?!"

Alan: "Calm down, now, please.. Sit down."

News Host: "The shares of these companies currently show that the market.."

Soon, the patience of the two reached an all time low. It was face to face.

Nami: "Can i PLEEASE have the remote?"

Alan: "WILL YOU.."

News Host: "On other news, we have recorded footage of street racing in London, with sources claiming the racer up front is the wanted criminal, known as the Messiah. Police investigates."

Alan: "Wait.."

Nami: "That's your colleague's name, isn't it? Clark-san?"

Alan: "Yes.. He's no stranger to the news."

The couple would then raise the television's volume as they watch what appears to be a recording of a police helicopter struggling to make surveillance to a blue striped car.

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The very fast car slowly exposes its' details from a police chopper that can hardly keep up. After a few recordings, they stop and submit their report.


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"10-80 in progress.. Vehicle identified as a blue Ferrari. Driving way past the posted limit. We are unable to catch up with the car traveling on the motorway.."


Nami: "You still have it, right? Turn it up."

Alan: "Yes, yes, i know.. what happened to you wanting the remote, my dear?"

The raise of volume gave the two more thought over the screaming sound of the Ferrari.


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News Host: "We don't have much information about this and on why the police can't seem to catch the racer. A car at that speed is recorded at a blistering 230 miles per hour. While the police has yet to secure the man in the car, action has been taken as the roads have been sealed up, and to analyze this situation, we've brought over a special guest. Please, have a seat."

???: "Arigato gozaimas."

News Host: "Please welcome, Super Formula contender: Hayato Matsumoto. I did pronounce that correctly, right?"

Hayato: "Nyeehh.. just about."

Nami: "Him? Ehh.. do I? Do I know that man?"

With a moment of seeing this man's face, she couldn't help recognize seeing his purple stroked black hair on his long hair somewhere else.

She then realized seeing him once, when she thought it'd be the end..

Nami: "By God! It's him! That man! He's a Yakuza goon!"

Alan: "What? For real?"

Nami: "I'm positive!"

Alan: "I've been living in your country for some time, but.. how is it that you lived after realizing all of this? Yakuza's are always trying to hide their identities."

Nami: "My old husband was a Yakuza associate, and i know nobody else who has that stride of purple hair.. And by the time he wants me dead, he was talking. Talking to Nash-san."

Alan: "He knows Nash?!"

Nami: "If I'm not mistaken.."

Alan: "A Yakuza under Nash's eyebrow, perhaps?"

As they plan to continue their rabble, the man they speak of starts his interview on BBC news.

News Host: "What's going on in the racing world of today, Mister Matsumoto."

Hayato: "Alright. Before we begin, i think you'd better call me Moto-san. My fans know me as that, and.. *rubs hair* i know they're listening."

News Host: "Ermm.."

Hayato: "Don't worry too much! I don't want to be on anyone's bad side.. hmm? Oh. While i get acquainted with you all, i know that you know it's no secret that street racing is on the loose from it's rope."

News Host: "You're a professional in the world of racing today, right? what does all this street racing mean to you?"

Hayato: "It means.. aaaa... totally nothing, but.. it will be since it's the eyes of the nation paying attention to these.. low life scum of the streets. Not that i mean i hate these guys at all. Many of the world's talents are born on those streets."

News Host: "But you were never one to be on the streets?"

Hayato: "No.. My life's a jumbled mess. As a celebrity, I'm being interviewed over things that i don't care about. Then, rumors abound of me being a conspirator in the many Yakuza families. They're just fantasies, but i give them credit for trying to defame my status.."

News Host: "You're a man of many mysteries, they say. What's your opinion on that?"

Hayato: "Well, it's not like we celebrities enjoy the attention of people. I'm one with the shadows."

News Host: "We hope you enjoy the UK on your off season break."

Hayato: "So far, it's an engaging experience! (For starters, no girls! JOY)"
The camera clearly sees Hayato in his own little world for a few seconds.

News Host: "Now.. Moto-san. We've brought you in to give an analysis of the situation on these street racers on the rise. We have footage of a police helicopter using their new state of the art tracking cameras to find this Ferrari. We've identified it as an Enzo."

Staring into the moving pictures, the purple haired racer takes his time analyzing the footage.

Hayato: "What do we have here.. thank you for this opportunity, but.. let's point out the facts. That man.. the Messiah, they say? He's an influential figure out in Nippon. That car isn't an Enzo, but a track only race car. To be frank to you bunch, it's not supposed to be on the roads."
Hayato took a closer look at a touch pad previewing the detailed photo of the car traveling at 235 MPH by a speed camera. While all identification is rubbed clean from the intent of the driver, Hayato sees it as an FXX.


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Hayato: "I'm right? I mean... the picture here definitely spells it out. F-X-X. Three initials of Ferrari's lab rats for the rich to handle. Only that.. it's out on the streets.. That's.. interesting."

News Host: "And?"

Hayato: "Well, this means someone has the guts to actually give the police here a very very hard time. This man smells of preparation, and he knows every small time cheat to large scale heist on the book. You're going to need to bring in a specialist, and i don't know where can i find such a person."

News Host: "Bringing over to this news report that this racer, still at large on the streets, has never been caught, and a hefty bounty is to be issued for the opportunistic."

Hayato: "Hey... don't make me be the first to get this man."

They have a friendly laugh moment.

Hayato: "Also, may i point out that this is a car with performance matching a racing car. Just about Le Mans level, to the least. We don't know if we're dealing with something we can even catch up on. The police, who you all know don't lie, has posted this thing in 235 MPH. That's not normal sports car speeds here."


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News Host: "As the report mentioned, this car was last seen traveling down the M1. Any person finding this Enzo..."

Hayato: "FXX."

News Host: "...F.. XX.. can call to this number on the screen. And, we would like to thank our guest, Moto-san for coming in."

As a greeting of good sides, the two on the screen shake hands.

Hayato: "Hey.. The pleasure's all mine, babe."

Back at the Robinson home, Alan progressed to close the large television.

Alan: "Clark's been busy."

Nami: "Un.. He has. Where does he normally live?"

Alan: "With Nash in Manchester, but sometimes, he'd like to go to his place in Cardiff."

Nami: "But didn't the report mention he travelled down the M1? That's here, isn't it?"

As Alan was about to answer that with an opinion, his smartphone received a text..

"Sleeping over. Bringing a friend. Treat him well. ~ Clark"

Alan: "Yes.. *sigh*. Now what?"


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Back on the motorways to London..


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The man inside: Clark Kayne, uses a hands free device to message Alan a few moments ago. He keeps up his focus as he slows down to 120 MPH, hearing of his public warrant via his own hands free radio.

Clark: "Now.. where can those clowns be.."

After the momentary self talk, the headset receives a transmission.

???: "Five, seven, three, four. Bingo! Can you hear us, Messiah?"


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Clark: "I can hear you mumble our secret channel. Which one is this? John?"

Jonnson: "Bad luck, mate. It's me, Jonn!"

Clark: "Ugh.. still have no idea how i can differ saying you or your twin's name."

Jonnson: "Hahah. You hear that, John?"

Johnson: "Shaddup, you! Can't you see how hard this is?!"

Clark: "I assume you boys are set?"

Jonnson: "We're always set, Mr. Messiah. Come on in! We'll be by the tunnel that we rid of the security of, as per usual."

Clark: "I appreciate your service."


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Just outside the BBC building in Westminster, 20 minutes later.

Hayato exits the building, but with his own tone. From a formal suit to what appears to be a modernized version of a ninja shirt, complete with hoodie and mask. Also prominent on him was the sword sheath behind him, presumed fake by many.


Hayato: "Pchow, pchow!"

Making his own sound effects, Hayato holds one hand firm on the sword sheath, and another in his pocket. While singing his own theme song, he looks around for fan girls, hoping to not start a chase.

The night was bright due to the full moon present in the middle, and the illumination of the many lighting around.


Hayato: "Dun.. dun den.. den duuunn!"

He stalks around, being ninja like next to a tree. A wind then blows, forcing leaves to fall. Hayato feels a moment of surprise, thinking anyone might be watching him.

Hayato: "Hmm... *turns* Yurusen! (unforgivable)"

He unsheathes his sword, and a katana reveals itself. As he brings it above his shoulder, he grips it with his pinky and his thumb to have it placed ahead of him, Holding it by the backhand, he slices upwards with all his might.

Its super sharp blade causes it to cut what was surprising him: a weak branch from said tree, along with the leaves.


Hayato: "Nyeeh... nani-mo. (It's nothing)"

As he puts the blade back to the sheath, the branch is cut precisely the moment the blade lands into it's scabbard fully.

Putting his genuine katana away from intensity, he heads to his car: A Honda, not yet released to the public. Unexpectedly, someone already waits for him. A man with a trucker cap and an expensive pair of sunglasses.



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Clark: "Don't you think about it.."

Hayato: "....."

Holding his grip on the katana handle, Hayato begins to struggle looking at the Messiah.

Hayato: "Who are you to tell me.. spooky? I know this place where punks like you like to boogie: we all call it hell!"

Clark: "Kayne. Clark Kayne. I'm.. (and how do i say this..) the brother of your adopted father Nash."

Feigning a lowered stance, Hayato instantly unsheathed his katana and pointed it at the Messiah's neck. Clark was unfazed, due to a warning from his brother about his nephew.

Hayato: "....."

With the man holding the sword in doubt, Clark speaks with his empowering tone and a teasing face.

Clark: "Go on.. tell me I'm wrong.. Tell me.. I'm not your uncle. Is there anything that screams bull:censored: at you, HUH?!"

Hayato sees nothing but him losing the mental war against Clark.

Hayato: "Tch! GOD DAMN YOU!"

With his trust in full for Clark, Hayato puts his sword away.

Hayato: "So.. how are you the Messiah? How is it that Nash-yofu-san has made my own Ojisan that.. apparently garners the attention of everyone at night?"

Clark: "It's a long story, but I've no love for retelling it."

Hayato: "Whatever. That look suits you anyways."

Clark: "Any how, where are you planning to head tonight?"

Hayato: "Yofu-san's place."

Clark: "That's.. a mighty far drive you're about to embark, boy. Don't you even know where Manchester is?"


*UNSHEATH*

Pointing to Clark's expensive sunglasses is Yoko no ken: Hayato's memoir and weapon of choice.

Hayato: "Hey! How about you give me words of encouragement before i slit that tongue of yours."

Clark: "......."

Hayato: "Hehe.. it's that or i won't let you ~iin. You're not the sort that'll go for public transport, eh? EH?"

Clark: "Nice to see you're a practitioner of the mind game. You don't mind if i?"

Hayato: "Go on ahead."

Clark, who was intrigued by the Honda concept, had a look inside. With a high tech car locking system, Hayato enters the driver's seat, with Clark following inside the other. The red leather surround the men as Hayato starts the car.

Clark: "I've set a GPS for you. Come on.. drive."

Hayato: "Yare yare.."


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The car then accelerates away.


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While they drive away in the empty night, Clark gets on his phone and types away, following with words from his mouth.


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Clark: "How do you spell 'sloppy'?"

Hayato: "Oi! What's that for?"

Clark: "Sending a text to my brother about how you're doing. He says hi, by the way."


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Hayato suddenly felt a spasm hearing about his racing sponsor slash adopted father.

Hayato: "Nanii!"

The car swerves out of control for a moment.


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Clark: "Don't panic, you fool!"

Hayato: "(Hot damn! This Messiah dude really pushes my buttons!)."

Clark: "How is it that YOU are the one Nash speaks of true potency?"

Hayato: "Ask him! I didn't really want to be adopted, anyways."

Clark: "It's that, or you'll never have a proper follow up to your pitiful career in the first place."


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Hayato then thought through what Clark just said.

"The boy lost his parents, and i have nowhere else for him to turn to but here. This is the best of what i can do now."

"Very well. But remember.. this act of yours have brought more burden upon your shoulders.."

"I don't forget petty debts, you know that.. Shinzo."


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Hayato: "I'm just Heishiro's plaything in the Yakuza.. I wouldn't like being forever alone after my whole family died.. And Nash helped me find Shinzo: the dad i never had."


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Clark: "Shinzo.. huh? All your family? I mean.. no trace? They cleaned it all up?"

Hayato: "Yeah.. my whole bunch kept secrets from a large Yakuza family. Then.. massacred by the Takaguchi clan. To cool my fuels of revenge, I met Yofu-san. He saved me, motivated me, and then, i got into racing with the best.."

Clark: "Racing? It's not like something persuades you?"

Hayato: "I saw fatherless, non Yakuza people in that orphanage. I thought the only way i can get money for these poor things is to be famous. I couldn't sing, or act, or play sports. That's why i got into the Takaguchi clan's ranks."

Clark puts his phone away.

Hayato: "The best thing i can do, is kill for profit. It was sorrow, and bloody, but never boring. I became a racer as a guise in front of the bloodshed."

However, Clark's main focus wasn't on the story; it was on Hayato's holding of the wheel.


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Clark: "You had a career in crime, huh?"

Hayato: "It was from fear the large Takaguchi family would take over. It was a guise at first, like i said.. are you even listening?"

Clark: "......"

Hayato: "Okay....I became a racer.. it was a lie, then.. i got into it so much, that i rose the ranks.. had Shinzo train me.. still kill for the family, until it came.."

Clark: "I'll guess: our good friend Shinzo's death."


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Hayato: "From then on, i had a goal, and Heishiro Takaguchi cannot be forgiven. And to maybe bend my heart even more.. I was hired to clear up any suspicion and kill his wife.. and who i tried to imagine as my second mother."


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"Do you remember me?"

"Nash.."

"Yes.. now.. let her go. I want to ask you.."


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Clark: "So..."

Hayato: "It was with pure luck that i met with yofu-san at the time. He wanted me to spare Nami.. and use my favor for shifting my life for his gain. He asked my small regiment to infiltrate and pressure the Oyabun."

Clark: "Your English is superb."

Hayato: "Orphanage gave each child international school education."

Clark: "Aaah.. (That's my kind of orphanage..)"

Hayato: "We did, after he did this race with this man. I was amongst the ones holding the sword against the Oyabun that did the wrong move. After that, i dedicated my racing to the max. To triumph as Nippon's real icon, and win for the right reasons."

Clark: "Noble."


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Looking ahead at an empty straight, Hayato peeks slightly at the Messiah.

Hayato: "You have a tale, i know.. It's got something to do with the street racing.."


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Robinson Home, Westminster. 10 PM.

The door opens.


Alan: "Dear.. Isn't this the chap from the news?"

Pushing her husband away, Nami confirmed her fears, and sees the assassin of her life if it weren't for N.Z.

Nami: "Moto-san..."

Hayato: "Nami-sama."

Nami: "Clark-san, why is HE here?"

Clark: "Nash wanted him here."

Unknown to Clark, Hayato had another reason.

Hayato: "Nash-yofu-san says that Clark needs help."

Alan: "Really?"

Clark: "Why didn't you mention this?"

Hayato: "It's because.. he told me it's a secret, and a ninja has to respect his grandmaster's wisdom.. Let's head in."

While Alan had no strength to make tea at the time, he asked a maid to do so. Not realizing how long it took for him to do so, Clark and Nami are comfortably settled.

Alan: "Where's that boy.. Moto-san?"

Nami: "I brought him to the guest room, and he went to look for sleeping clothes."

Alan: "If that boy plans to use my.."

Nami: "....."

Clark: "....."

Hayato is seen wearing what appears to be just a large towel around his waist, without anything else aside from his boxers. Just when the silence endures a longer than expected moment..

Hayato: "What? It's important to be able to tolerate any situation. Also.. i like this towel.. You Brits and your.. fine tastes.."

Alan: "Oh well. At least it's not my sleeping clothes."

Wearing a bath robe to cover up the sexiness, Clark then starts.

Clark: "How about we begin with.. what my brother thinks I'm flawed in?"

Hayato: "Absolutely! Yofu-san told me.. *takes out a shuriken*"

Alan: "Dear God! A.. shuriken?"

Nami: "Otto.. don't worry.. his family spans generations of ninja assassins."

Hayato only takes out the shuriken to help him provide self confidence.

Hayato: "Hey, handsome.. looking mighty fine."

He puts the shuriken away, and takes out a scroll.

Alan: "More ninja shenanigans? I don't know what's happening to this generation.."

Hayato: "The scroll's a real message.. Yofu-san says.."


"Clark.. i have been your brother since that fateful day you swore you'd kill me. I know you're in depression. I know you're not in your full potential, even though you are the ultimate street racer. You won't tell me, so i trust Nami might help, and Moto-san can support you.

Yes, i apologize that this is another trick, dear brother."



Everybody Hurts
R.E.M.
Automatic for the People


Upon reading that, Clark sees the signal that allows him to let all his pain out.

He knows what's wrong. He knows Nash cares. He took off the guise that made him who he is. His well known aggression that made him such a scary person starts shaping to a much more sorrow face.

Clark: "So.. he goes so far... As much as i am.. completely insulted again, i can't admit.. to him. On how much the past few years are for me."

Tears start flowing.

Clark: "It's.. it's been a blast.. but i am happy to end it right now. Reaching my peak performance, there's a higher mountain i want to climb.. But.. I want to tell you all about someone.."

Alan: "Someone? You musn't mean.. the woman you lost?"

Nami: "Woman?"

Taking out a small photo by his back pocket, Nami let's her eyes witness a person who made Clark the evil man he is today.

Clark: "*sigh*.. Her name's Dorah. I.. never got to know her last name, because she told me that it's.. it's.. futile."

Emotions fill the heart of the Messiah. Clark raised his right hand and banged on the marble table infront of him. Everyone visibly sees his face in tears, with eyes of red.

Hayato reminisces the moment he lost his dear namesake of his sword, and immediately sympathizes.


Clark: "DORAH! IT.. IT WASN'T MY FAAUULLT."

Nami: "AAHH! Clark!"

He started pushing things aside, and flailing everything around. Luckily for Alan, that section of the home is lightly decorated, and easily replaced too.

Clark: "HOW COULD.. HOW COULD SHE HAVE GONE FROM ME?!"

Alan: "Clark! My God! Please take it slowly.. we need to hear what's this about Dorah."

In a swift motion, Alan would take Hayato's bath robe to console Clark's running tears. The man's ninja reflexes didn't turn on for what he felt as of then.

Hayato: "Eeek!"


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"Are you going now?"

"Dor.. I'm going to win this.. then they'll see if this is where my path to greatness will be."

"I know you're the best amongst them. Show them what you've got.. and then.."

"And then, it begins.."

"Good luck, Max."


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Clark: "My dear Dorah passed away in a freak accident. My brother rolled the carpet, and... it was another of those corrupt officials just.. just ruining me!"

Alan: "A corrupt insides of the racing world, still present, i presume. *sigh* Trust me, my boy. These.. meetings i had the time I'm part of the board... they won't go to waste."

Clark: "My life's been a waste.. I know I've proven myself to be one above the rest.. I've got the fastest.. I am the fastest.. IT'S ALL A LIE.."

Nami: "Clark?! CLARK!"

Clark: "All i have in the world is people who support the lie i've been going through! They call me what? Criminal? Street thug with a nice car? A F:censored:ing law breaker?! They can call me all they want.. but i want to drive the fastest cars the right way! I want to find the path of greatness me and Dorah promised!"

Nami: "Ohh."

Clark: "Max and Dorah didn't get what they deserved! When Max died, so is all his glory! All the good moments i had in life was because of my brother! I don't want to rely on my brother any more.. I want to stop burdening him!"

Hayato: "Ojisan.."

Clark: "It's all the past.. and it makes up the present. I want to change the future. I want Mythic Dawn... to go through. I wanted to take advantage of it! And then, i thought it'd be over! They'd still see me as the Messiah, but tis already too late for my state!"

Nami: "Clark.."

Clark then accidentally opened the TV, which continued the report of his exploits earlier. The screen shows an interview made before by the public about the situation of street racers. He stopped and calmed for the moment.


"He might be breaking the law, but it's not too late. I trust he's not all bad."

"I want to see him drive! Why? Because he's fast!"

"Umm.. Mister Messiah! We don't want to see you get caught.."

"He's not smart to challenge, but we have to give him credit for pushing the forces of this country."



The weeping man saw evidence. Evidence that not everyone hated the so-called 'ultimate street racer'.

While his love has been taken away. His chance at true glory gone.. and what he gained through illegal racing has made him an outcast in the path to the ultimate racer. A path he soughts so much.

He calmed down... and started sobbing like a man losing more than his loved ones.

Backing up his sadness with red eyes, he tries to rub it all away as he sobs..

Clark: "Dorah... Dorahh... when i.. when i.. think of you... yoouu.."

Nami took the time to inspect around, and sees her second husband beginning to tear up over Hayato. His normal positive vibe gives it time to rest as he consoles the old man.

She then immediately sat with Clark, together on the floor. Already going through enough, Nami knew she had to be the one to lighten the tears of an evil man.


Nami: "Tell me.. about this Dorah.. Clark-san."

Clark: "Dorah.. she had this masculine look.. and.. and an incredibly strong body.. for a woman..."

Nami: "Carry on.."

Clark: "She kept on telling.. telling mee... what's going to happen in the future of... Maximus Davies.. she kept telling me.. about a house in the wilderness... just by Shrewsbury.."

Nami put her two hands Clark's right hand.

Clark: "And then we're going to get a dog.. it kept on and on.. she was going to get a nice Lambo.. like mine..."

Nami: "Clark..."

Clark saw Nami in a new light.. He saw an elderly figure. He saw a teacher.

He saw the mother of a child named Rin. A mother that raised her child with all the love the man never got.


Nami: "This is a predicament that my deceased husband wanted me to not go through."

Clark: "..."

Nami: "The forces that cause our grief might not be under our control. It might not be the only forces that will follow on."

Pleading the redhead to look her in the face with force, Nami explains.

Nami: "Moto-san knows.. that my husband passed in a poisoning incident a year ago.. I miss him much.. and like you, Nash was the one that comforted me. He kept saying what he liked to say.. move on with the wishes of your loved ones strong... and.."

Hayato, whose been cleaning his eyes for a while now, continues the passed man's sentence.

He didn't realize the front door opening, and someone walking in.

Hayato: "Keep looking at the big picture.. yeahh.. Being his 'son' makes me the doll that'll listen to his sayings. But.. i never knew my real parents very much.."

Nash: "Yes.."

Clark: "..."

Nash was watching. It appears he wasn't in Manchester all along. He came to his brother, and started to open his arms. Landing in a brotherly embrace of friendship and support, everyone else was in deep emotion.

Nash: "Clark.. Please.. please don't give up. I mightn't be able to rally the mates.. if you had to stop relaying the fury and fear we have experienced.."

Clark: "My brother.."

It took a moment.

A long one.

One that allowed even Alan and Nami to leave the room and the cleaners to do their job.

But soon, Clark's spirit refreshed anew.

He had a new purpose in life than just being the best. He strives to be as such, not as a tool, but as by his former love interest's real interest. But it'll take more than just a hug to change what Clark already set for the world of street racing.

And time allows Clark to let go, looking much better, and suddenly punched his brother in the face.

Hayato watched the scene, and could tell that the Messiah felt all better from the bitter experience this night. Nash knew that he took it as a thank you as all the time they lived together. It took a moment, but Nash was back on his feet.


Clark: "Thank you all for being there for me. For her sake.. I will find a way out!"


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Tomorrow.
Henderson Home. 9 AM.

Sunday is a great day! In the UK, there is hardly any activity outside the house, and many people take it as the holiday they need for the hard work coming ahead.

Paul, who finished with his daily duties decides for a drive, but halted when a bunch of cars came to block the driveway for the One-77.

Carrie has invited some guests, and beside his One-77 is the black Ford GT40 from that day. Many people are seen taking pictures at it next to the One-77.



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Paul: "Sometimes, i just don't understand Ross. Always giving me torment is all he likes ta do."

It was then he notices Gary having a stroll nearby.

Paul: "G-man!"

Gary: "Oh.. what's going on, Paulie Shore?"

Paul: "I just noticed, but... where's the Assassin lass? She isn't home for 2 weeks."

Gary: "Lassie? You mean Gin, right? Huh, I dunno. She told me about this large scale job she got offered."

Paul: "Well, that's not really strange for her. She told me all about her nice little antics."

Gary: "Yeah, that's nothing much between us. What's strange is, that this here new job.. it's like.. she's been in hiding for 'bout a year now. Nobody knows she's on the loose except for good old me!"

Paul: "And what do you have in mind being out here today."

Gary: "Fresh London air. A friend's picking me up for some pool."

Paul: "Pool? At this time?"

Gary: "Yeah. Got a prob with that, dog?"

Paul: "Nah. Nothing wrong with pool. Stay safe."

Leaving Gary alone, he heads to the front to see some supercars. Judging by the amount, Paul heads back in and takes a small look around for the guests.

The kitchen.. clear!

The living room.. clear!

The dining hall.. clear!

Paul's theatre.. surprisingly clear!


As Paul went to check the yard, however?

Paul: "And what are YOU TWO doing here?"

Not clear!

When we think two people that cause Paul a moment of grief, it's normally Gary and Ginoa. With the current situation however, the two currently sunbathing are not them.

Rin: "Jacob-san said you didn't mind."

Paul: "Yes i f:censored:ing do! You should've asked him to ask me. Or.. just ask Carrie."

The other man momentarily peeks through his eyes before putting back the sunglasses.

Sonny: "That's her name? You know.. for a woman that agreed to name the baby from Jake, she's pretty uptight."

Paul: "She is if you actually come in with.."


*DISTURBED*


Paul: "where in the bloody hell did you get those boxers?"

What Paul received offense from was a pair of boxers on Sonny. It currently shows a rather crude sense of humor.

The pattern is just a jumbled bunch of voice clouds that spout all profanity that's been comically censored. The area covering the private part up front says the appropriate word.


Sonny: "I'd not tell you, but since you so curious ah? A sex shop in Texas."

Paul: "What brought you in? Ughh.. never mind. Where's Jacob, anyways?"

Rin: "He's with your daughter. You have a game room, upstairs, right?"

Paul: "As a matter of fact, i do. Thank you, lass."


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Paul would then head up to the room he's hardly been into: a game room, where kids play with their toys.

What was inside, was Jacob, Carrie and Amelia. They play a board game: Monopoly. Unlike the older versions, this one came with a bank card for each player.


Paul: "I don't really remember buying a Monopoly board."

Carrie: "You didn't. It was a Christmas gift from dad."

Amelia: "I'm going to be rich! Yayy!"

Paul: "Well, keep up that attitude, and we all be rich together, eh? How's the baby?"

Jacob, playing the role of the babysitter at the moment, rocks his one arm as the other plays monopoly.

Jacob: "Whenever i see him, he's always asleep. I may be ready to be a dad, and all, but i have to preserve Rin's abilities as a racer."

Paul: "Now that i think about it, isn't it odd that the Harbinger last year only wanted her sample of blood?"

Jacob: "You're saying... why can't he just take your blood.. or mine.. or Sonny's. Nash concluded that i've got the most experience out of you lot, anyways, so it's natural they come for me."

Paul: "You should know Rin followed Nash into Redbull X leagues. That's deep stuff, ya. And amongst us, you're never done F1 in your life, especially when the Redbull X league is like F1 squared."

Jacob: "Technically, only we have information about Rin actually doing that."

Paul: "Yeah... maybe it's because she's a woman? You don't see woman racers around, eh? At our level too?"

Jacob: ".. Looking at the inferiority of women in physical activities, it's totally likely."

Paul: "I'll have to get back to Nash for these things."

Speaking of Nash, the man stands by the front door. Bringing a new acquisition in the form of an Abarth, it would easily prove he wasn't alone, since the McLaren comes to mind for Nash.


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Nash: "Everyone's here... How about you... do what you like to do? I'll watch and observe."

Being a crazed fanatic of the art of ninjitsu, Hayato puts on his ninja cowl and gets to work.

Hayato: "Swish... jen jen jengg... fwah!"

Hayato, who seemingly has the ability to jump past the fence and in the home without alerting security, goes around and heads to the front door. Nash however..


"It's Nash Kirkham! Can i have your autograph!"

"Nash! Over here! It's me!"

"*screams* Was that Moto-san?!"



Nash: "Oh boy... Now i can understand why he learned ninjitsu."

Back towards the ninja, he snoops by the corner...

Hayato: "Nyyeaeoo! Left.. CLEAR! Right... CLEAR!"

He smoothly travels to the front porch, where Sonny takes a nap with sunglasses on.

Hayato: "Shhh.. be so quiet.. all so silent.. no sound heard.. it's that moment.."

Hayato's mission was a success. Before it is, however, the narration had to put a 'nearly' to the sentence.

Why? Just when he sneaks by the door..

Hayato: "*hums theme for James Bond*"

Then..

Hayato: "Du det de duu du dee dee... EEEEERKK!"

Hayato's right ear is being pulled very hard.

Rin: "You! I knew it! It is you, huh, Moto-san?!"

Hayato: "Oww oww oww..."

After being let go, Hayato immediately tends to his pulled ear. He then sets himself straight as he sees his master's daughter in the art of driving.

Hayato: "Owwowowo... *bows* Ohaiyou gozaimasu, Rin-chan!"

Rin: "Ohaiyou!"

Meeting an old friend, Rin proceeds to bow back.

Hayato: "(Heheh, she's so easy to distract.)"

Hayato continues his duty as Rin bows. As she looks down, she goes back up, and Hayato is nowhere to be seen. She sees an empty front door, opened.

Hayato, who's technically on good terms with his master's daughter, prepares a back attack. As he grabbed her throat, Rin chokes and slowly goes down, as Hayato planned.

Then, she reveals it was all a trick from herself, and she manages to make a few combat moves to grab Hayato's arms, who instantly gets tossed, and brought to the floor. He can't react when there's a foot on his throat.

Nash heads inside, to see what appears to be a ninja get beat up by a woman in casual jogging wear.


Nash: "Sibling rivalry... I like where this is heading."

Rin: "Ohaiyou, Nash-sama. What brings you here?"

Nash: "Just bringing my son to meet with my racers of the future."

Rin: "Son... Moto-saan!"

Nobody knew Hayato was forcibly adopted.

Rin: "You.. but.. how?!"

Hayato: "He's the adopter *cough*. I'm just poor little me, doing nothing but slicing disrespectful trash."

Nash: "...In any case, where's Paul and Jacob?"


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Moments later, Paul, Nash, Jacob and Rin sit by the couches of the living room.

Paul: "What's up, Nash?"

Nash: "Nothing's up, really, but I'm doing great. Was intending on a visit, but.. Clark has other plans."

Nash tossed a picture to the table, showing a scene of the Goodwood Hill Climb. Not one person in the home have no idea what that place represents to their passion, and to the racing world altogether.

Jacob: "Ahhh.. What a lovely road, the hill climb."

Nash: "Under invite from Lord March himself, Jake and I have been on that road once with my ACR. We just want to share what we've 'experienced'."


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"You don't go that fast on that blind corner!"

"Why do you doubt me so much?"



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*SWOOSH*


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"Forget i said anything, then!"


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Jacob: "Good times.."

Nash: "You can say it was a spirited moment of out racing lives.. i experienced the N.Z Viper nearly getting a repaint many many times."

Paul: "Where did that Viper come from anyways? It's not your style, it isn't."

Nash: "Hmm? It once belonged to Gerald."

Gerald Masterson was once a man of potential. He threw it all away to build an empire of criminals. With reasons unknown, the matters are all in the past, and he's currently imprisoned for those crimes.

His accolades regarding Mythic involved its creation, and the abuse of its only female member.


Paul: "What made him give that away? It's not just a random Viper. I'd keep mine should i ever come across such a thing."

Nash: "He never said. I'm just glad it's under my supervision now, anyways."

Rin: "I pity Gerald-san. He never told me why he wanted me so much."

Paul: "It never did make sense. Me and Jacob had this conversation upstairs."

Jacob: "I'll cut to the chase: we have no clue."

Nash: "And.. as you all should've predicted: I do."

Even Nash shouldn't have the idea, but he knows he's contributed to the actions of the man known as the Harbinger.

Rin: "What?!"

Paul: "You do?!"

Jacob: "Then... what are you waiting for?!"

Nash: "I have research notes of what Gerald thinks of each of us. These were ages ago stuff, so it might be different today. Hmm.. He mentioned Rin being the top of his list."

Jacob: "We already figured that out. We want the solid proof that he wants her, not us."

Nash: "Makes sense. If i recall right, Rin's a woman."

Paul: "See?! What'd i tell you, Ross?"

Jacob does not take kindly to defeat.

Jacob: "CONTINUE..."

Nash: "You don't mind if i... get through what we've done before you met Jacob."

Rin: "I don't."

Nash: "You lads already know that Rin's been through the Redbull X leagues under a rumor, eh?"

Paul: "Aye."

Jacob: "Yeah."

Nash: "Well, we all know that sport's a closed invitation. But, what i can say that rumor's a confirmed, and much more."

Nash let Rin explain. She stood up.

Rin: "I was the N.Z. guy, for like a whole season."

As far as Paul and Jacob knows, their hypotheses were spot on, but they didn't expect it to be even more.

Paul: "For real, lass? You won a whole season?"

Jacob: "She didn't win. She technically took that season."

Rin: "Yep. It was intense training though. 3 springs and summers on how to get hold of the basics, and the rest shouldn't be that hard."

Paul: "(Isn't that hard?!) I must say.. she's just leagues above us, Ross. How did Nash manage to squeeze souped up F1 racing into our little phoenix."

Jacob: "I doubt it's that hard for us. We all can be capable F1 racers if we put our minds into it."

Nash: "I raised her well, under the many favors from her family. You two turned out to be the perfect pair of students.."

Paul: "Congrats, you two. Alan's no different on the opinion."

Nash: "Yes.. And so is Clark. Which reminds me."
Looking left and right, Nash realized his son is nowhere in sight.

Nash: "Moto-kun!"

A small gap in time.

Nash waited for his adopted son to come after 20 seconds. He wasn't around.


Rin: "He's like that.."

Nash: "He makes my life hard sometimes.. Anyhow, after my many many trips to Japan, I'm happy to say he's my son, and my new apprentice. He'll be in the UK for a while, and I'm sure news hasn't escaped you this time, Jacob."

Jacob: "Well... teach. You somewhat adopted a racing celebrity from Japan?"

Nash: "I was one of the few that know of his past. His involvment with Shinzo and the Yakuza. Also, he had nobler ideas with a life he couldn't get when i saw him. It's in his posture."

Hayato then appeared sliding down the stair railings and land rolling, just stopping by the front door. His agility is no doubt one of his better skills.

Hayato: "HAH! Boom, baby!"

Nash: "Yes.. hmm. You've all heard about Japan's young, hot racer just getting screams of craze from women all around the world. As much as blood's out of the question, he's my descendant, and after my official reinstatement of life, i can safely say that he's the main culprit to my inheritance."

Hayato: "My adoption papers were signed a few days ago, hah hah. *exhales*"

Hayato knows about the people in his room thanks to his father, but he sees one of them with duty.

Hayato: "Oh.. you're Jacob Ross? Here!"

From the pocket of a sinisterly dark man, Jacob was given a small slip of paper. Upon reading the poorly written English on it..

Jacob: "Those two.. Sure is good to know how they are now."

He puts the slip away in his pocket.

Jacob: "What's your take on this, Rin? Japanese heart throb.."

Rin: "He's a family friend to me! Otousan's own apprentice swordsman."

Jacob: "Hmm.."

Not knowing Hayato's role in Rin hiding from the enemy a year ago, Jacob investigates. The basic analysis moment for Jacob confirms that Hayato is nothing but a level one shifty crook. But not just any crook.

Jacob: "Say, have i seen you somewhere before? I can imagine you with a suit, and that katana by your back's not for show.. Is it no coincidence you're affiliated with.. the Yakuza of the Takaguchi clan, perhaps?"

Meeting Jacob during a rainy day in Suzuka a year ago, Hayato gets to know a former 'victim'.

Hayato: "Former enforcer of Oyabun Heishiro. He's pulled the last straw upon severing sensei Shinzo-sama's life. Of all the nice people to take, he took the one that breaks my heart. I remember that time you had him in the rain."

Jacob: "You should've seen him try to kill me a few days later. That foolish old man.."

Rin: "Okay, boys. Enough is enough."

With that conversation still going on, Paul and Nash have their own time together.

Paul: "Got any plans for this lovely day, pal?"

Nash: "Not if i know.. I'm still waiting on Clark.."

Paul: "For?"

Nash: "I gave you enough clues, but.. you'll see."

*message tone*
Nash takes out his phone in an instant, receiving a message from his brother.

"Head to Chichester. Lord March got your reply. We have the Goodwood track for the afternoon!" ~ Clark.

Nash: "Paul... you don't mind if you tell the lads?"

Paul: "Yeah?"

Nash: "We're headed to the Goodwood Hill Climb."


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Minutes pass. With Paul's proposal to the group of Clark's offer, they each head off to their destinations.

Hayato and Nash head over to Alan's home in Westminster. The 500 would then get picked up by some of Nash's contacts in The Scotland Yard: Johnson and Jonnson at that spot, with one of the lucky brothers getting to export Nash's N.Z. tuned Viper. Hayato claimed his NSX and they set off for their destination.



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Jacob and Rin would drive in seperate cars, with Jacob holding the reins of his GT40, and Rin actually getting to know the LFA Nurburgring's prowess on the streets.

Paul took his time to clear the place and bid his farewells to his family for the day.


Paul: "Alright. Like any raceday, i won't be back till sundown. I'll tell if I'll be back for dinner, alright?"

Carrie: "I know. Don't worry about us, Paul honey."

Paul: "Just needing to know that's coming from you for real, dear."
They kiss, for good luck, according to Paul.

Amelia: "Eeeewww. Kissy face!"

Paul then set off in his One-77.


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After the car disappeared, Carrie would head in and start cleaning, with Amelia standing by. As they pass by the kitchen, Carrie witnessed the cookies and tea intended for Nash being munched by a man with a skull on his back.

Carrie: "Hold a minute.. You.. you're Sonny, right?"

As Sonny turned around with a face full of dough, he takes a moment to swallow the baked goodness before responding.

Sonny: "Yeah?"

Carrie: "All your friends just head off to this place called the.. Goodwood Hill Climb?"

Any racing fanatic knows what that hill climb is, and Sonny is not excused.

Sonny: "Ahh.. Well.. okay. This is.. pretty damn odd, eh?"

Carrie: "It is. Now, get going, oh eater of all things butter cookies."


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Goodwood Hill Climb, Chichester, United Kingdom. 2 PM.

The first to arrive at the fabled roads, aside from Clark, was Lucia. She was called specifically by Clark to have a small look at the car prepared for her: a one off variant of Ferrari's own 430 called the SP1.



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Having recognized the works of whatever groups that got themselves working the purple SP1, Lucia can see the tweaks made to the Ferrari, which included the Pirelli sports tires, modified exhaust work, racing brakes and fully adjustable suspension.


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Also, there are some other hardly noticeable things were to mention, such as the custom steering wheel with the emblem that seems to be an angel holding a scythe. Clark goes on to call this the symbol of the Messiah: the Unforgiven Angel.

Lucia: "Well.. i must say I'm impressed.."

Clark: "So am I. Ross was right about you. To notice the small grains in the sandpit of the Messiah is no small feat."

Lucia: "It just goes to show I'm born for these things."

Clark: "Nobody's born with what they want, but you? You're just treated special in life."

Lucia: "Hah! I know i am, but let's go move the car before someone recognizes it's yours."

Clark: "Very well."

Pushing the car into a nearby spot, they sit by the nearby lighted garage housing Lucia's BMW. Clark can't help but notice the stylish Midnight Purple color on it, contrasting his Ferrari's.


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Clark: "What made you paint it with such... flair? It's very nice."

Lucia: "*grunt* I can tell you're being sarcastic about it."

Clark: "It's these colors that match a tuner's flair. I hate that."

Hearing about Clark Kayne from a year ago in Japan, Lucia sees no reason to be angry to such a feared man.

Lucia: "There's going to be a lot of people that are cross with what you think."

Clark: "I want to see it with their face at my eyes. (And for you.. Dorah.)"

Lucia: "Aaah!"

Lucia takes a moment to startle the Messiah. He did.

Lucia: "Two.. two for flinching."

Playfully jabbing Clark twice, she heads to the table to analyze some more details and notes. Clark, who had a moment to himself by watching the track, thought hard, and started reminding himself to change.

Clark: "What can i do.. to make Dorah proud of me?"

Lucia: "Kayne!"

Clark: "You need anything, my dear?"

Lucia: "Nein. It's not me. It's your 'brother'."

Nash then arrived, winning a small race from his son.

Nash: "Clark! It's good to be here again. And it looks like I've became Sonny when it comes to beating up my own son!"

Nash and Clark go along very well, but Clark wasn't one to one with Hayato being his son.

Clark: "Ugh.. How many times is it? He's not really your son.."

Nash: "Oh, he isn't, you say. But he's the one carrying my inheritance should i ever go dead someday. It's not the government's!"

Clark: "I don't understand you sometimes, because.. i see you're too well prepared for life as it is."

Nash: "Yes, but not everyday i prepare myself for the future. Now.. for winning our race.. where's the tickets. I can't wait."

Clark brings out a pair of tickets. These are the tickets for this year's Goodwood Festival of Speed. Already buying a pair for himself, Clark parts with the other half to the winner of a small bet. That winner would be Nash.

Unfortunately, Hayato would then pop up and yank both tickets off the eyes of the two men, surprising even Clark.


Clark: "What the?!"

Hayato: "Too slow!"

The ninja wannabe starts taunting the older men A.K.A. his only known family.

Hayato: "Aww.. you're grown up, yofu-san.. Do i see moss growing on you?"

Seeing that Hayato really is just a pawn in Nash's plans, Nash gave out what respect he had for him.

Nash: "YOU BRAT!"

Hayato: "Hehehaha! Sayonara!"

While Hayato makes an escape, he runs past Lucia, and crashes into someone else. Upon falling, the tickets fly in front of this man. He catches these.

Jacob: "Festival Of Speed tickets.. I'm already thinking about a great outing for my.. lovely phoenix.."

Rin: "Hehehe.."

Hayato: "Why you little..."

With Jacob holding the tickets in one hand, and holding the smaller Hayato's head on the other, Rin ensures that the katana doesn't come out.

Clark: "So much for a bad bet.."

Nash: "I plan to get myself my own ticket. Not to make fun your wallet, but.. how much was it?"

Clark: "*sigh* Like they say in HSBC: :censored:ing priceless.."

As Hayato is left, defeated, Jacob sees Clark Kayne again.

The last time Clark and Jacob met, Jacob was under possession of a racer unparalleled: his alter ego Outlaw. Their meeting was nothing short of tension.


Jacob: "Kayne.."

Clark: "Ross.."

Jacob: "Heard you're going soft."

Clark: "Everyone's going soft after Outlaw's departure. I was just the byproduct."

Jacob: "How was my dear Prodigy?"

Clark: "Like mine, her name lives up to her reputation swimmingly. It won't be the end of me seeing her if what she says about her husband stands."

Lucia decided to intervene.

Lucia: "Ah, ah, ah. Careful who you say that to."

Clark: "B:censored:... it's just Ross. There's no doubt he knows about Agent Bernardo."

Jacob: "You heard him."

To Jacob, it's just nothing. For Rin, however..

Rin: "He's a what?!"

Jacob: "Just.. be glad he's one of mine."

Rin: "No, no... just that if that's who Bern-san really is, he should've already found me months before sensei would pop in."

Clark: "You do know how much i wanted to see you. It was harsh, but you were in fear."

Rin: "... they better not come back. Promise me they won't!"

Jacob: "They won't. Stop being paranoid, my dear."

Hayato: "Trust me when i say, but she's like this."

Jacob: "We'll fix her one by one, don't worry."

Nash: "Okay.. okay.. show's over. Clark, how about you set them up. I think Sonny's just arrived. Let me head over here with my son *clears throat*."

Hayato knows Nash is meeting with someone in secret, and leaves the rest of the Mythic.

Hayato: "Sheesh.. okay, okay.. but it'll cost you!"

Nash and Hayato leave the scene, with Lucia returning to her table, hoping to dodge the Sonnysaurus. Despite the perfect timing, he notices the mechanic so familiarly that she couldn't.

Sonny: "Hey... hey, hey ,hey.. Little Luce. Just want to know... where's Bern these days, lah?"

Like a real badass, trouble comes to him. In this case, Lucia had a nice spanner ready to meet with

Sonny: "*finger snaps, slowly increasing in speed as his legs shake* Heh... heh... heh..."

Lucia: "Sonny, Sonny, Sonny.. Mann Bernardo is doing fine.."

Sonny: "I know he would.. (Kirk's not here to help.. oh God.. must be cool and sexy.. cool and sexy)."

Ignoring the pleas of Sonny and the Iron Spanner, Clark gets started on what's going on. Paul would then arrive in his super V12 Aston Martin, and see what appears to be the odd scene. He gets closer to Clark when he is signaled by such.

Clark: "Alright.. i know you don't know why I'm here. The last time i decided to bring you all for a field trip would be never, so now is a good time for me to introduce myself. I don't care if you all know me."

Lucia, surprisingly didn't attack Sonny, as she heads to the group. Five stand in front of Clark.

Pelican
The Maccabees
Given To The Wild


Clark: "They called me Clark Kayne. I live with that now. But I know you all don't know: I was once known as.. Maximus Davies."

The name wasn't heard for a long time, but the incident Clark was the victim of had that name mentioned a lot during the years past that incident.

Jacob: "Hold up? That Maximus? The fatal crash?"

Clark: "Who else could it be?"

Lucia: "What you're saying is that crash was just a cover up, ja?"

Clark: "It was supposed to be not such a cover up. It was sabotage. The man before you all experienced death."

Jacob: "So, you're set up to die? I guess they didn't know who they were facing."

Clark held his tongue for a small moment.

Clark: "I am.. you say... a very bad man. The men responsible, with the help of my dear brother, were punished. They killed me, but i chose not to spare them on how i feel. No, they're still living, but with fear that I.. the ultimate street racer will bring to the supremely shallow racers of their confides."

Rin: "Sensei..."

Sonny: "You're much better than them. I'd do the same if i was in his shoes lah."

Paul: "Aye."

Clark: "But.. let's spill it to our little prodigy."

Lucia: "Huh?"

Clark straightened his clothing as he prepares to spill what's the organization.

Clark: "My dear.. we are the Mythic. Four racers are selected, from the peak of their youth, to be the ultimate project. Racers with no compromise. No flaw. No guarantee in success nor failure."

Lucia: "You've been hiding.. this?"

Jacob: "This is stuff even Keith.. Pa', Ma' has no idea about. I plead you don't tell Will, or even Bern anything."

Lucia takes a moment to answer back.

Lucia: "I.. can't promise that, but my lips are sealed.. for you, Herr Ross."

Clark: "Good, good... With the orders of my brother due, allow me to say you've been... inducted."

Lucia: "What?"

Clark: "Let me explain.. What is it Alan brought you to far East to do? Sightseeing? Sashimi tasting?"

Lucia slowly realizes why Jacob called her over to England. Thinking for just leisure, it was something larger.

Lucia: "A top end course offered by Toyota. Contributions to the car. Test drive. All the intricacies of the automobile. It's very hard, and to gain a first class leaving there.."

Clark: "And if I'm not mistaken, Alan had your training wheels in top end racing there, correct?"

Lucia: "Ja. We would go out with the many cars i would nurture as my children. He told me to just go at the pace I'm comfortable with. Little did i know he counted how much faster each time i head down the mountain."

Clark scrolled through his phone for a picture of Alan on the side seat of an Audi R8, hiding a stop watch.

Clark: "This was with Nami a few days ago. She managed to catch a very discrete piece of measure there."

Rin: "Okaasan.. (What are you thinking?!). Ciya-kun? You were with Kei-san for a year, right?"

Lucia: "It was very busy for me.. i couldn't handle it if Diener Alan didn't train me the way he did. For just one piece of sand different, i would never be here. To be their tuner and test driver. I had a lot to carry. It's hard for me.. i know."

Paul: "Missy.."

Paul sided with Lucia, who was astonished at what Clark revealed to her. Alan was mentoring her. Alan was training her.

To be the next of the Mythic.


Paul: "You know.. old Alan's got the touch for bringing us from the dust. I never got to know why he wanted to keep on bringing us to these car things, see? But the point is... he's preparing you for the next big thing. We have to let loose the limits our minds set."

Sonny: "Hey.. if it's no consolation, but i didn't want to get scolded by teach here, but i got it. And without realizing, it kept on coming. Sonny this and that. I still owe him a lot for what I've accomplished this life time."

Lucia then got closer to Clark, whose eyes looked of eagerness to bring her into greatness. She had no choice, but from all what she's gone through, from her days tuning, to her specialized car engineering course, to handling racing teams.

It's settled! While still not fully dedicated to it immediately, she had a new aspiration: to be the prodigy that everyone will know.


Lucia: "Sign me in, Herr Kayne."

While he expected it, Clark was startled. He didn't know he would bring someone else into the group.

Lucia: "Well?"

Clark: "...."

Since years ago, he had to designate Lucia a mythical creature as a nickname. It was part of the process, but he hasn't done so in such a long time, and also Nash's policy of tattooing.

Clark: "Alright.. You will be one of us now. Any mention to the public and we will deny you, understand?"

Lucia: "Don't worry, i hear what you say perfectly clear."

Clark: "Hahah! Excellent. Lucia Weiss... what sort of legend would suit you?"

Lucia: "....."

Jacob: "Don't make me do it, Luce."

Knowing Jacob might give her a name sourcing from their common clashing of minor scale, Lucia rushed on and gave Clark a name.

Lucia: "Das.. how about the Valkyrie."

Clark, being a fan of these mythical names, accepted it.

Clark: "Valkyrie? From what i know.. these warriors, shaped in the form of warrior women, would be the one to choose who to slay? Interesting.. Valkyrie Weiss.."

From then on, Clark gave Lucia the rite into Mythic. The others around begin clapping, and praising her.

Lucia: "This is the big secret, Ross?"

Jacob: "Don't you disappoint us, Luce. I'm counting on you to be better than you ever was, alright?"

Lucia: "It won't be easy to make me lose what I've gained, Herr Ross."

Rin: "You go, girl!"

Sonny: "She's a big girl now.. you better not diss her."

Paul: "To be honest, lad, i didn't find this surprising. It's to come, but i just didn't expect it to be today."


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While Nash didn't witness Lucia's induction, he was busy talking to someone with his son.

Nash: "I'm counting on you."

???: "Don't you worry.. i know what they're capable of. That's all we need to give us the edge. I'll get us a name by the end of this day, alright?"

The mystery man heads back in his car and leaves the streets.

Hayato, being a man of crime, can somewhat sense this man's presence in the criminal world.


Hayato: "He reeks of mistrust."

Nash: "He does, but Jacob trusts this man with his life, and so do I."

Hayato: "*plays with his hands* Twusts thisu mannu wif hees laifu. Who is he, exactly?"

Nash: "....."

Hayato: "Don't make me.."

Hayato is one to easily get enraged, and made Nash think ahead.

Nash: "...how about you hang around with him? He's looking to stop the ones that threaten us, and possibly help with identifying the threat assessment."

Hayato: "Sure, but! But.. after i post my time on the hill. I've been wanting to show you Shinzo's gift in full force."

Nash: "*sigh*"


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Nash himself had Lucia trained by Alan as a favor from the Weiss family. Unable to accept their daughter not doing anything productive by the sidelines, who knew Lucia would move on a step ahead, like her brother before her.

After a small safety and track guide conference done to the current drivers, everyone gets their cars ready. Lucia, who was out of sync for the moment, heads off to the big boss for some more advice. She finds him checking out Paul's One-77.


Paul: "Oi, we got ourselves a visitor."

Nash: "Huh?"

Nash peeks out from looking at the V12 to see Lucia.

Lucia: "Paul.. You must've been lucky to actually get THIS."

Nash: "Don't judge his opportunities. You need anything, ma'am?"

Lucia: "Just wondering... how is it the Americans say it? Oh.. what's the plan?"

Nash: "Plan?"

Paul: "I think the lass meant how are we going to handle going up the hill?"

Nash: "Ahh! Alright."

Paul: "You can thank me later."

Lucia: "You should calm down with the reading of minds, Paul."

Paul: "Heh heh heh.."

Lucia sees Paul somewhat like Alan, then gets back to the real questioning.

Lucia: "I was going to ask that, but first... i just want to know about the tattooing. Outlaw's tattoo is one of the only things he gave me to keep."

Nash: "Tattooing? You sure you want that? It's not an easy skill to refine, this tattooing."

Paul: "Also, aren't you a little too young?"

Lucia: "You schwein. I'm 21. There's no way they can deny my want, if i ever wanted."

Nash: "Let me just warn you that while Jacob took it like a man, Paul here got a little teary.. Rin and Sonny? Just a painful thing to see, those two... I'll say let's take a break with the tattooing. Takes too much work, and UV ink is hard to come by."

Lucia: "Alright. Forget i asked."

Nash: "No! I appreciate anyone going the pursuit of intelligence."

Lucia: "Now, how about the plans?"

Nash then would take out his phone and look at the time.

Nash: "Ahh... we have till late anyways, but Lord March insists we get going by 6. About the climbs: we take turns. We go up the hill. That's about it. We'll all have practice simulations and sessions before i have some men time you all."

Lucia: "Like a child using the slide."

Paul: "Except the other way round."

Nash: "True."

Lucia: "Alright. My BMW hasn't seen action for a while now.. just wondering if i have level to reach to ensure i stay?"

Nash: "Staying isn't a problem. Once part of us, you're really not going anywhere to get out.. except maybe jail, or death. I don't know. Just have fun. I'm sure Alan's done a splendid job training you."

Lucia: "Right.. that's what i need."

Paul: "Atta girl. You're going to tell us about your super BMW?"

Nash takes Sonny's word of life and goes to bring out a sheet of paper from the table.

Nash: "You were DYNO-ing the car just now."

Lucia: "Ja. Have a look. I'm confident it's good enough, but a new car comes soon."

Paul and Nash read the specifications.

Paul: "600 horsepower, with just above a ton."

Nash: "This.. this is great. And with whatever things you did under the frame of this, you're shaping in to be the great Mythic Alan has always predicted."

Lucia: "Hehe.. let's see them handle perfection."


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On the other garage, is Sonny, and Jacob.

Sonny: "Moral of this story: Don't feed the animals."

Jacob: "Hey... that's really good, man. Hahaha!"

Being friends for life, Sonny naturally knows Jacob inside out.

Sonny: "Glad you know how to laugh, as always. We're getting better everytime we meet."

Sonny knew that Jacob was too serious the last time they met due to the missing Rin.

Jacob: "Better, eh? You're not wrong, no, cause i used to laugh at vulgar jokes."

Sonny: "Better not get back there lah, ahahaha."

Entering the scene after curiosity hits her, Rin just wonders why Jacob is so happy, seeing her husband being a rather glum person on the whole.

Rin: "Konnichiwa!"

Jacob: "Jess! Dear."

Sonny: "Rin! Hey there, sweetie."

While focused on Jacob, Rin couldn't stop but see a good friend in an odd light. She imagined that Sonny looked a lot more beefier under the jacket.

Rin: "(OH NO, HE's HOT!) Ermm... Son-son?"

Sonny then flicked his hair. It was seemingly in slow motion. Rin then had a hallucination.

Sonny: "*in slow motion* RRRIIINN? WWHHAATT'SS WWRROONNGG, LLAAHH."

Before she loses her possible sanity, she snaps out of it, with Jacob doing a finger snap.

Rin: "Whew.. what could that mean?"

Sonny: "I think i can explain. I'm just a whole more awesome than usual. A woman fainted when i walked by her and i think one of the paramedics fell in love with me."

Jacob: "Or it's maybe your rather fragrant perfume. I knew you since when you were just a foal, and i know you hate strong smells."

Sonny: "Yeah.. i know. It's just this fragrance i got while i was visiting Mecca."

Rin: "And how was it? We should've passed there, Jacob-san!"

Jacob: "We will, but i have a little paranoia about those middle eastern desert countries."

Rin: "And i thought you're the super brave hero everyone needed."

Jacob: "I am.. to you that is!"

Sonny: "Er hem? Guys? Come on, lah. I don't explain if you talk."

In a sudden move, Rin and Jacob would turn their bodies and face Sonny, as they would like to know more about Sonny's visit to Mecca.

Sonny: "Oh-kay.. Don't stare at me like that. Guys? Guys?"

After Sonny decided to check if they're not really petrified, he found the answer after making odd moves made him receive a nice jab to his throat from the woman.

Sonny: "*coughing*"

As Sonny grabs his neck to ease the pain, and wheeze out, Jacob wasn't impressed.

Jacob: "Rin. No. Especially not to Sonny."

Rin: "Aww.. i thought he'd be much more of a man to take that."

Sonny: "*wheezing*"

Jacob: "Anyways, i know we've been busy, but i didn't know where your real LFA went?"

Rin: "Police duty. Since i street race a lot nowadays, the feds want me to use it as an undercover car. The officers has it put that computer that's kind of like your Ford GT."

Jacob: "Well, it shouldn't be the same, but I'm sure you have something of the sort. Street racing's now bonkers back in the States, last i hear."

Rin: "It is. Who has all the money to spend racing like the car's like a warlord's expendable samurai?"

Jacob: "Your car's more than the regular LFA, as by word of the Dark Horses."

Rin: "Hehehe."

With that sentence to end, Sonny got back up and breathed normally again.

Sonny: "Fresh air. Whew.. Remind me to get a spiked choker."

Jacob: "I'm sure the pet shop can provide one for you."

Rin: "Hahahahahaha!"

Sonny: "Oh that's funny. Make fun of the Asian guy, yeah."


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Soon, with the cars ready, they arrange timing and order of who goes when.

And by luck, Nash went first.

Nash Kirkham.
Racing legend.
Goodwood Experience: Very high.


Talkbox
DJ Fresh
Kryptonite



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Nash: "It's been a while, my orange diamondback. And you too, Goodwood.."

Song Progress

GO!


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And surprisingly a clean start for the record breaking Viper.

Jacob: "That car.. oh what memories."

Clark: "To think it was under ownership of the old man you spite so much."

Jacob: "Yeah."


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Nash's current pace and turn angles reflect his many years going up the hill, being the special guest for a few racing teams each year, until he died.


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He goes on to prove that nobody should take any American car lightly, due to their heritage as being the ones making the four wheeled automobile in the first place.


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Clark: "Looking at it, it seems that he's on his prime. What could have happened this time?"

Lucia: "That car.. i have to know it's secrets!"


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Once on the hunt, the orange ACR crosses the line!


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"We've registered a... 45.310. Fastest run in a production car for you, eh Kirkham?"

Nash: "You can say this place has become something of a second home."

Behind the helmet is a satisfied smile. It's a wonder why Nash hasn't got back into real racing like the abundance of the people he knows.


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Coming up next to the track:

Lucia Weiss.
Race team tuner.
Goodwood Experience: None before today, but has studied.


Control
Garbage
Not Your Kind Of People



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All eyes were on Alan's latest protege, built for perfection.

Lucia: "Alright, Luce.. You deserve this. Show them your best.."

Song Progress

GO!


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The tuned BMW leaves a trail of smoke, surprising just about everyone, except Jacob.


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Jacob: "I'm glad to see her move up a notch. And that car.."

Sonny: "Phwoah. I've never seen such a small BMW go that fast lah."

Jacob: "Let me tell you I was the first person to actually try out the darn thing."


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Slowly realizing that she's been trained without telling, Lucia would remind herself to thank Alan even more.


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To move up from understanding how a car goes, Lucia then understood her potential to be the next big thing.


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The turbo may be a little shaky at first, but Lucia managed to go through unscathed, and finish her first run in record time.



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"Alright, little lady, you did exceptionally well, at 47.553. Fine run!"

Lucia: "Not bad.. not bad. Hahahahah!"

After putting the car to a halt, Lucia pats her car's dashboard, similar to a cat.


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The car coming up next for the Goodwood Hill Climb is..

Hayato Matsumoto.
Super Formula Competitor.
Goodwood Experience: None. Racing reflexes and practice on track back him up.


Back On A Mission
Cirrus
Back On a Mission



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Hayato: "*Cracks hands* Yeah. You watch me, Yoko-chan?"

Song Progress

GO!


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Shaking off the start with some smoke, the car reaches 60 mph at record acceleration.


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Rin: "Otousan's secret weapon.."

Nash: "You know what, Rin. I think he deserves it more than anyone. With my respects, I'm sure you understand."

Rin: "Don't worry. He's been keeping secrets from me for very very long. Who knows what else i might find."

Paul: "Hold up, lass. We've yet to solve you as a puzzle."


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After a year of having no idea what he's driving, Hayato looks within Honda's road going prototype by being the best he's been.


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He might be a natural on racing, but Hayato's skill today is showcased by his talent with managing a prototype model akin to his Super Formula Dallara. This effectively means he's set for life, but he looks for more.


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Representing Honda, Hayato crosses the line, with his only thought on the racetrack still in his head: his former mentor and love interest.



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"Moto-san, that was stupendous! 48.477 seconds!"

Hayato: "Alright! That's a win for the books... and for Shinzo-sama!"


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After a small respite, the team spend no more time and send out the next car.

Jacob Ross.
Street racer.
Goodwood Experience: Experienced, with Nash using the track as his training tool.


Shapeshifter
Celldweller
Celldweller



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Jacob is visibly walking to the car he left by the start line, proof of his over preparation for anything ahead of time.

But the trouble of the owner entering the car is now apparent to everyone around.

Rin: "...."

Sonny: "That Jake.."

Hayato: "He's a comedian, isn't he? Let him be our clown for a little longer."

But he then enters for real, while the many spectators around take enough photos for a photobook.

Jacob: "*adjusts legs* It's been a while, but.. *looks to the road* Showtime!"

Song Progress

GO!


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The Dark Horse and his rider rides again in smoke.


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Clark: "He's insulting us with a car that's nigh impossible to drive at that speed. He must've overhauled it with the racing specs.."

Rin: "Sensei.. You should be better than him."

Clark: "*sigh* No, I'm afraid I'm not.. Ross is a notch ahead of most of us."

Rin: "(Oh, Jake.. you've yet to see me go!)"


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To correct Clark, Jacob received his GT40 with the car already overhauled to go similar to the Gulf livery racing variant.


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The classic cars don't carry as much rigidity or stability as cars of today, making them more of a challenge to go faster with.


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For Jacob Ross however, it was Tuesday, only that he's crossing the finish on a Sunday.



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"No compromise today, Ross. 46.512."

Jacob: "You ever doubted me?"

Taking off the helmet upon exiting the parked car, he grabs hold the Outlaw hat that he puts on the side seat, maybe as a sign of luck.


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Clearing the track and scouring for anything that might ruin the track, the green light shows that it's clear is a sign to bring out the next driver.

Paul Henderson.
Unemployed racer.
Goodwood Experience: A yearly competitor.


Waterfront
Simple Minds
The Best Of Simple Minds



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Paul: "Time to step up me game, and tell them lads I'm still beasting!"

Song Progress

GO!


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A perfect start for the world's most desirable automobile art form.


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Lucia: "I like that car. So pretty."

Sonny: "And he got it for free. FREE! That's like.. UNFAIR!"

Lucia: "Something wrong, Sonny?"

Sonny: "Yeah.. how come i still call you Little Luce?"

Lucia: "Grr.."


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Since the day at Grand Valley, Paul's skill behind the One-77 is like his Vantage: proud and loud.


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But Paul is more determined than anyone amongst those with him today, despite his current state of affairs.


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These problems prove to be no trouble to his skills unlike before, and he blasts through the finish line, with 750 horsepower past the checkered posts.



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"46.442. Stellar performance as usual, mate."

Paul: "Cheers."


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The next big thing steps up.

Clark Kayne.
Street racer.
Goodwood Experience: Comes with Nash on their monthly runs. Needless to say, it's pretty good.


S.W.A.G. (feat. Zoe Devlin Love)
The Qemists
Join The Q



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Time passes with the Ferrari still at wait. It's not the people around knowing that this man is the most infamous of all street racers.

Paul: "Why's he taking his time."

Nash: "He's a new man, Paul. It was just yesterday, but still *sigh* A new man.."

Sonny: "Come on! Really!"

Paul: "What's with the bitter tone, lad?"

Sonny: "It was yesterday he turned a new leaf?! And not 8 years ago?!"

Rin: "Teehee.."

Paul: "With her charming grin, it's obviously a bad day for your bad arse."

Sonny: "Say what you like, but it's not going to bring back the butter cookies i gobbled up lah."

Inside the SP1, Clark makes illusions of his past, blinding him from reality.

His thoughts were too complex to explain if they are to put it at words.

But then he awakes, and signals the men that he's ready. Still sad that anything he did can't bring back his love, he realized about where he's in now, and start getting ready.

Clark: "I'm the fastest racer of the streets. Overcome the enemy that is speed, and control it.."

Song Progress

GO!


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Similar to his 430 Scuderia, Clark understands how far to push the SP1, and earned his perfect start.


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Paul: "Fast."

Sonny: "You know, he's the man that put the S in super badass Sonny."

Jacob: "And the very man that dared to stare down Outlaw. Obviously, not your regular Joe."


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Refusing to ever set foot on a race track, Clark's limited mindset gave him easily gained goals.


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Though he might be a king on the street racing scene, his name's as the Messiah is regarded a world wide phenomenon, compared to the likes of many racing masters.


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The tendencies of being the fastest of the racing wilderness, the finish line saw Clark's SP1 with promising results.



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"We received a 46.145 on our clock. Excellent run."

Clark: "A step closer to being supreme.. is a step closer to pleasing my dear Dorah!"


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At the bottom of the hill awaits a special someone to bring down the male dominated racing scene.

Rin Nishimura/Jessica Ross.
Multiple occupations.
Goodwood Experience: Once brought with Nash, as favor from family.


Streamline
Pendulum
Hold Your Colour



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Rin: "How about it's time i.. embarrass these guys? Not intending Otousan, of course.."

Song Progress

GO!


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Filled with smoke, not even the wing of this special limited edition can hold the mighty revs of the LFA.


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Nash: "Not forgotten, has she?"

Jacob: "I figured it'd be obvious."

Nash: "Yes, it was. She's about to beat our times."

Jacob: "After seeing what she can do, i have no regrets. And she's snuck in a few breakers loose inside the car. That's Jess for you."


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The LFA was simply attributed as Rin's car, and she's already gotten to know it, having owned a specially tuned, regular one.


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Lexus was insane with intent of the car, they say, but the woman inside this one? None can tell how far apart they might be from regular sanity.


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Unlike a few looser screws, Rin's a genius, on and off the track, as she finishes what appears to be her fastest run up the hill since her trainee days with Nash.


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"Just a little off from the 46 mark. 46.090."

Just about everyone looked at the time with commendation.


Nash: "Well.. that's some fine work you did, brother. A bona fide lady of speed."

Clark: "Fine?! Hah! She's just insulted us all!"

Jacob: "She's the epitome of our little gang, eh? What says you, Son?"

Sonny: "Well, it gave the beast something to eat!"


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And a meal was all set up: The Beast was ready.

Sonny Meng Xian Zhen.
Racing celebrity.
Goodwood Experience: Yearly competitor.



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It's no surprise to see people chanting the man's name after seeing his super Viper reach the start line.

Sonny: "Ahh.. it feels good to smell Goodwood with the Beast. Going to have Kirk check up on my Camaro soon enough.."

GO!

Can't Stop Rockin'
ZZ Top
Afterburner



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Controlling the throttle of a 700hp Viper, Sonny's smack talk is easy to back up.


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Rin: "Since when did Son-son get a Viper?"

Jacob: "Since he liked it after a certain run in at Willow Springs.."

Clark: "I heard it's that car that gave Paul a run for his pride.. hahahah!"

Paul: "He's an inspiration, Clark. To me maybe."

Clark: "You're 'inspired' by a guy, who so happens to be the man i put all my fury and anger on being a mentor? He's going to realize that these things will make him stronger."


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Once pointing to this car with a sledgehammer, Sonny's true affection in cars now resides in the Viper he drives and names so proudly.


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Thinking on standing out as the world's racing badass, Sonny has to be tougher than he normally is to reach that goal, give or take 1%.


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Unable to stop rocking, The Beast reaches its destination in speed.


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"Registered as 46.355, Mr. May-ng."

Sonny: "That's Meh-ng."

Not exactly caring of his lacking time, Sonny puts the car on halt, and then loudens his car's radio, and listens away to the ZZ Top song that echoes around his head.


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After the group finish their fun run, the track's now clear. The time is 5 PM. It's then darkness starts enveloping the British skies.

A few miles away, the mystery man of the red McLaren spies with a pair of binoculars to the roads heading to Goodwood.


Caped Crusader
David Farnon
Spongebob Squarepants Soundtrack.



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???: "Zed.. zed.. zed.. zed.. zed.. zed.. zed.. zed.."

Repeating the letter Z as a sign of either boredom or weariness, this man keeps up watch like a meerkat.


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???: "Zed.. zed.. zed.. Tesla.. wait.. I said what? Yeah. I meant i said Tesla."


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The man sees a Tesla on the roads to the hill climb. Using the binoculars, he sees people inside. Four people. Recognizing most of the Richelieu, the fourth person gave him reason to panic.

???: "Holy peas in a can!"

This man immediately rushed to his car, parked by a building nearby.


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Inside the car, is another man. This man's well known to us as Gary.

???: "Come on, mate! We bounce."

Gary: "*Long yawn* Bounce? Where to, Murph?"

Murph: "To the track. Our target's are here. They've brought.."

Gary: "It's three of em, yadda yadda.. Look man, i got this. Who's the guy with the guns?"

Murph: "You are."

Gary: "And who's the man with the weapons expertise?"

Murph: "Okay, shut your trap. We got to go, i saw.."

Gary: "Who? Your mom?"

For some reason, Murph's paranoia had him whisper the next fact to Gary.

Murph: "*whispers*"

What is it that they whispered? Either way, Gary reacted the reaction, as he what's the what.

Gary: "HOLY S:censored:T!"

Not what i had in mind, but that'll do fine.

Murph: "Let's get a move on!"

Gary: "GO!"

The McLaren leaves area after seeing many cars pass.


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But before this scene would end, it would be nicer to know more about this Murph person.

The man wearing the specially made Aston Villa jersey is
Murphy Barrister, who is a man well known for being the riskiest street racer in the world. Taking risks even more mind bending than any regular daredevil, Murph (his nickname) has gained the attention of Nash, but for a more menial job rather than be part of Mythic.

What brings the McLaren down from its lookout point is to be rather large, if Gary is to be surprised.


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Paul, walking from a small toilet break, heads out, only to be tapped at his back.

Paul: "Who in the blazes is i..."

Paul turns to see the toilet door just closing.

Paul: "*exhales* I guess Singh will want to mooch from me to help with me addictions."

Hayato: "Hoi!"

The Scotsman would then turn around a second time to see Hayato, upside down with his hands on a tough wire and his legs above it, like Spiderman would.

Paul had little mood to be amused. Hayato would then bring himself up, only to let go and flip back into place.


Hayato: "And you will ask: why I stalk you at this moment?"

Paul: "I would, but you're like a real ninja. They do that sort of things a lot, am i right?"

Hayato: "Ahhh.. yeah. They're over popular in the world of today, for an ancient art of trickery and stealth. Whatever they mean, I'm sure they have their uses today."

Paul: "Aye. What's gotten you into these arts anyways."

Hayato: "Ehh.. Blood family was a clan of ninjas. I'm pretty much the last of them. I don't say i hate my old family, because... i miss them."

Paul: "It's nice of you to remember yer kin, lad."

Hayato: "Ehh.. Come on. I don't think Maluch-sama would give anyone a chance to picnic the roads of legends!"

Paul: "Okay. Calm down."

Hayato would then move ahead of Paul. Left alone, Paul walks slowly ahead, daydreaming.

Paul: "What a day it's been.."


*THUNK*


Paul: "Hayato? What's wrong with ye.."

Hayato: "SSHH! SHSHSHSHSHSH!"

Paul: "Aaa *mouth held by Hayato*"

Paul and Hayato would then swoop out to see a Tesla Model S parked by the garages, with the Richelieu coming out of the doors. Paul recognized Boniface, but he couldn't grasp that Amadine was the one who tried to kill him that day.

Also, he saw a mystery person, cloaked with a hoodie.

They then head back to the toilet doors.


Hayato: "Crap... who are these goons?"

Hayato pushed Paul back more when a member of the mob peeked, ensuring they are hidden.

Hayato: "Alright, Paul-san. We have no time to say we have a plan to plan. We need to get these guys out of here. Maluch-sama said that only WE are allowed here, and there's no way he was paid to bring these in!"

Paul: "Aye.. but.. but I'm no man of action and espionage."

Hayato: "Then who else do we have? That man Yofu-san told?"

Gary: "Yo! Don't forget me, dude."

Gary and Murph come out from the nearby bushes, coming in to the two sneaks.

Murph: "Allo, allo."

Gary: "Haha.. hey, Paulie! Pool's great, but i think a nap inside a McLaren felt better."

Paul: "Remind me ta never trust you, ever. And who could you be? Someone from the yard?"

Murph would then introduce himself.

Murph: "Yard? No.. am not a cop. I'm a plain simple baddie, pure on from the source, mate. But, since you don't know me so much, allow me to churn your clock, eh? Me name's.. Murphy Barrister, but me buds call me Murph."

Hayato: "Murph? That's a rather sneaktastic way of saying your name?"

Paul: "Emm, Hayato. I thought we have no time!"

Gary: "He's right, of course. Them boys are in some DEEP."

Murph: "Oh? How about the quick summary: I'm not letting anyone kick it tonight."

Gary: "What we've got is a potential lockdown from the irish mob, hired by Miss Loli you boys had a peek at. Nice ass, but we've got bad blood, and it might be ours."

Paul: "Why? I recognize the one in green.."

Gary: "Ammy? Yeah. Gin says she's the only woman assassin that can rival the infamous Assassin. Of course, they don't know bout my swagger skills. Nearly killed her myself. No boast."

Paul: "If i saw ye fall down that tower in Frankfurt, i believe ya."

Murph: "But, we saw something even more dire. This is why we go NOW. Paul, you're with me. I don't care, just get me back. Gary, you've got Hayato?"

Hayato: "I prefer going solo, but if that's what you wish..."

Gary: "Alright. *takes out guns* Let's a go!"

While the men head out, they didn't expect to see a bunch of cars from the Irish Mob arrive. Their arrival triggers the four to take care, not to alert them.


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And they aren't the only ones to be alert.

Sonny: "Hey, hey, hey! Jake! Look what i got.. URF.."

Placing a hand on the Singaporean mouth, Jacob analyzes the scene of the mobsters.

Jacob: "Irish mob. And i don't like it."

Sonny: "What? And how'd you know they'd get here."

Jacob: "Murph tried to tell everyone to be wary of this, and nobody listened."

Sonny: "I didn't see Murph today. Haven't seen him since our mishaps in Japan, actually."

Jacob: "Okay, he told me, but how cooler was it if it was like that?"

Sonny: "No. Just no. I'll call my damn heroes, you call yours."

As Sonny walks away from Jacob, he takes out his cell phone out his left pocket and tossed it up to catch it in his right hand. Dialing a number, he enters the Viper he came with, and had an idea.

Jacob had no plan, however, but he makes one up as he predicts Sonny's moves, and notices a loose piece of composite rope nearby.


Jacob: "Hmm..."


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Just outside the garages, the one in scene were Nash, Clark, Rin and Lucia.

The cars are ready to leave. Nash sees his watch at 5 at the evening. Having plans to return to Manchester, he greets the rest goodbye, who started placing objects over a picnic table.


Nash: "Ahh. What a day. You don't feel this feeling everyday, am i right?"

Rin: "Mmhmm.. I personally find it to be... quite the experience."

Lucia: "Frau, you know how i feel, but to explain it? That's impossible."

Nash then waved at Clark, who stares into the trees. Seeing that his brother gave no attention, he came up to him and they both lean on the SP1.

Nash: "How's a progressive change of heart feel for you?"

Clark: "It's unusual, like how this place has that vibe of legends. It's nice to have this dedication to be part of these legends eventually. A new objective, but.."

*SOCK*

Clark: "Still a very very touchy subject, brother."

Nash: "*rubbing right cheek* I guess i can feel what you mean then."

Clark: "Headed back to Manch?"

Nash: "Yeah. Going to drop the N.Z car off to Jon and John. You know them.."

Clark took off his cap to momentarily scratch his head.

Clark: "Heh.. them. How are they, by the way? Still taking a blind eye on me?"

Nash: "It's getting harder every time, but up till now, they're still on our side."

Nash just wondered where the rest of the group head off to. Seeing that the SRT Viper and the GT40 are out of sight, he only truly wonders where Paul and his adopted son went.

Upon opening the door, he sees Lucia and Rin, being women. They look like they're gossiping. Taking no interest, Nash puts a foot in, only to hear the sound of guns being armed.

It looks like they've been surrounded. About 5 irish mobsters lock on to the four, with handguns for concealment. Unable to do anything, they get their hands up and knees down. Mirielle then takes her moment entering the world of Mythic. The Richelieu trio finally divulge.


Mirielle: "So.. these are what you call.. ze Mythic? They look about... similar to their description. Except you. Never seen you. Maybe a puppet?"

Lucia: "Grrrr...."

Amadine: "Hush, dear. Don't forget you're surrounded by some of the finest aims in the Irish mob. A wrong move.."

Boniface: "And... you're all.. what do l'anlglais say.. Down for the count? Huhh.."

Of all the people giving a threat, Boniface had a nervous disposition.

Amadine: "Probleme, Bon?"

Boniface: "Heh.."

Mirielle: "Let us do the talking. Just watch your sister do her job, alright?"

Boniface: "Ehh.. bien.. (Where's Paul?)"

Nash had to step up.

Nash: "I must say.. you have nerve to come up to us yourselves. I know your face and what you do very much, Madam Richelieu."

Mirielle: "Huhuhu.. and then what? You and your petty crew look like a threat to come, and a man paid me to make sure that threat don't exist, hmm. It's as simple as that."

Clark: "No disrespect to you, b:censored: witch, but... aren't you already having more of a streak for the financial status race?"

If The World Was To End
Lower Than Atlantis
If The World Was To End


Mirielle: "It is.. you can say.. win with a larger gap to prove dominance."

Rin: "Ergh! But why us?!"

Despite being all shaky, Boniface tries to prove his mettle.

Boniface: "Careful.. Madmoiselle.. i don't want to have these men.. pull the trigger.."

Rin: "....."

Mirielle: "And since i don't think.. i want to let you go.. especially you, Messiah. It'll be nice for you to scream at your sanity's end about the last person you meet. Ama?"

Amadine: "With.. *reveals a pair of guns on hand* pleasure.."

Song Progress

Just when Amadine is about to end the lives of the current Mythic on scene, they hear a sound. A purely aspirated V10's.

From a distance, Sonny came closer, with a car: The Beast.



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Clark took the moment and ran back. One man took aim, but the Viper started roaring closer, maybe with intent to cause vehicular manslaughter.

The mobsters couldn't decide on who to aim to.


Mirielle: "Get that man! I want no witnesses!"

"Him who?"

As they were about to shoot anayways, the Viper's driver pulled the lever, and it swiftly turned around. The beast then smoked the area to shoot.


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Unable to see, Sonny arranged the position of the car. What was confusing was on how engine sounds are still heard.


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Just a small moment later, American choppers sound the arrival and surprise attack of the gang's savior.

Kirk: "Haul at their loot, boys! Fire away!"

Amadine: "What the?!"

Boniface: "Run!"

The California Ghosts arrive on due time. Each of the five bikes carry a shotgun, and they start blasting away to the mob. Having no time to react, they suffered injuries and are unable to retaliate.

While the mobsters fire away, the Ghosts wear kevlar vests and wear bulletproof helmets: an unusual wear for any gang, but this is a gang funded by Sonny. They take minimal damage, aside from bulletholes on their bikes.

The whole scene is in chaos. The California Ghosts exit, and Sonny comes close to the gang. No wonder he's really back in black.


Sonny: "Hey... you all didn't expect for me to even get one step ahead on THAT?"

Nash: "As much as i hate you making fun of our lives, yes.. we really had no idea. How'd you know?"

Sonny: "Me and Jake had a moment of notice. Also brought the gang over just in case too."

Clark: "Either way, where is he? Where is Ross?"

Leaving Jacob to do his dirty work turned out to be Sonny's biggest regret, according to the rest of the gang.

Sonny: "I 'unno."

Rin: "We got to find him! That woman in green is a spook!"

Sonny: "*sigh* I don't know if Paul can handle himself.. But i think Jake's dead serious, lah."

Everyone Else: "WHAT?!"

Nash: "But.. he's that foolhardy?"

Lucia: "He's... doing what?"

Clark: "What are we waiting for? We got to save him!"

Sonny witnessed the whole group head to another nearby hub.

Sonny: "What? It's like it's all a bad thing, lah? Wait.."

He then had a thought..

Sonny: "It... is?"


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Regrouping at the parking spot of the Model S, Mirielle heads in the back seat and shuts the door. Being a few paces back, Boniface enters the drivers seat.

Mirielle: "Mon Dieu.. hurry up!"

Amadine comes close to the car through the woods. Unfortunately for her, someone was waiting, with a rope tied to another tree.

Jacob: "Now it's time for your punishment."

Loosening the rope, Jacob watches the strained tree branch hit the assassin in her mid section.

Amadine screamed as she was hit hard and suddenly entered the forest towards a mean cowboy.


Mirielle: "AMA!"

Boniface: "What the heck was that?! Anyways.. we have to split! I know she can handle herself."

???: "Let me."

They didn't notice the cloaked figure nearby.

Mirielle: "I almost forgot.. go and please.. make sure Ama is okay."

???: "That won't be a problem."

The cloaked figure left the car and head straight for the forest.

As the Tesla leaves, the rest of their opposition appear.


Clark: "DAMMIT!"

They then see a sight they dread..


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Nash: "The GT40!"

The car was locked tight. Jacob was nowhere in sight.

Lucia: "Herr Ross! Aaargh!"

Sonny: "He must've.. must've been taken.. We can't save him. It's too late... I.. I think he's no more.."

Upon hearing that conclusion, Rin collapsed.

Rin: "Errggh... i won't give up! I know it."

Clark: "Don't worry. When we see him, i only promise to you that he lives."

Then, sirens are heard.

Nash: "Great.. to the cars, now. Let's scram. I hope Lord March accepts a rather civil explanation."


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In the forests, sounds of fighting are heard. Being surprised, Amadine couldn't prepare and face a very angry Jacob.

Out of sight from the road, Jacob loses some air, while Amadine's helpless body was taking hits. She gets up, only to see a shoulder to her face.


Amadine: "Mon... Dieu.."

Amadine gets loose of the tackle, but by the time she stands to rebalance, she was immediately kicked in the gut. She flies briefly to a nearby tree.

Jacob was wailing every ounce of muscle to Amadine's midsection, damaging her ribs. Her breathing was then impaired, and her limbs damaged. Her face was evident of some serious punishment.

He then stops, suddenly. Amadine then heads to a sitting position, bleeding from her mouth.


Jacob: "You tell me.. who do you work for? I have a lot of ways i can get answers without asking."

Amadine: "Huhh.. *starts chuckling evilly*"

Upon noticing that Jacob couldn't help but turn. The cloaked figure then appeared above him, prompting an overhead dive kick.

Jacob: "Son of a.."


*BLAM*


The man couldn't take the hit to his head, but luckily, he was alive, while unconscious.

???: "I can't believe that had to happen.."

Amadine: "Fine job.."

The woman uncloaks herself. Ginoa, now working with the Richelieu, is revealed. Lifting her supposed rival up, Ginoa had a look at a man she onced antagonizes, then not.

Ginoa: "I remembered signing a contract on not killing this man. It upholds.. so.."

Amadine: "I hunger for a nice clean kill. Watch me.."

Ginoa lets go to see Amadine prepare, while in pain. Just as Amadine bring out a death blow to the heart...

Ginoa: "Wait!"

Amadine: "What? I didn't know the Assassin could be such a softie.."

Ginoa: "It's not that! I just want to... (contract doubles as a shield.. damn you, Koji!) torture his soul.. hand me that.."

Amadine: "*sigh* fine.. but hurry up."

Ginoa then makes a few swift cuts to the crew cut Jacob had. Now, it appears that he's balding, like a year ago.

Ginoa: "Hehehe.. he hates that."

Amadine: "Alright.. now can i.."

Ginoa: "Sure.."

Amadine: "Hehehe.."

Just when Amadine is really about to throw the knife, we move up about 25 feet, to a tough tree branch.

A man arrives to the scene, looking at his reflection through Yoko no ken immediately as he sees what's been laid out.


Hayato: "Hahah.. looking mighty fine.."

Moto-san! It's time!

Hayato: "*startled* Ergh.. *returns to position* Okay.. you ready for this?!"

With no safety, one wonders how Hayato has the bravery to jump down at that height.

Hayato: "Watch me!"

Play For Real (Dirtyphonics Remix)
The Crystal Method feat. The Heavy
Play For Real


Hayato: "(Yakuza time!) BANZAI!"


*DODGE*


Hayato has attempted an exposed ninjitsu ambush: a stupid but brave tactic, normally used for diversion. He lands on his arms and legs like some ridiculous superhero.

Amadine managed to predict the movements and stepped aside, despite her many bruises. Ginoa gets hit, and she rolls backwards. She then sees blood come out from her cheeks getting cut, with the near dodge saving her.


Amadine: "(More surprises!)"

Ginoa: "Argh!"

Hayato: "Sa~ Koi!"

Hayato poses infront of the unconscious Jacob, and takes out his katana. Immediately he does the ko gasumi, along show a disturbing face of confidence.

Just behind them is Murph and Paul, running in.

Paul: "Please, God, tell me you've got a plan?"

Murph: "Ermmm... hope for the best!"

Paul: "Oh.. Carrie, i hope you still love me.."

Hayato would then start attacking Ginoa by immediately giving chase. She would naturally step backward defensively.

Amadine: "F:censored:!"

Unable to do anything due to the injuries, and fearfully seeing Paul and Murph come in, Amadine slowly slips away and escapes.

She would then begin running in pain heading to a nearby light. After nearly reaching the road, she instinctively stopped, realizing she's now held at gunpoint.

Gary: "What's up, b:censoered:?"

Amadine: "*sigh*"

Gary: "As much as i don't want to let you live.. i need to know how you managed to turn my dear Gin to your pretty ass, eh? Don't want to see her in this fashion."

Amadine: "Erk.."

Amadine would then turn and try to slash off Gary's hand. He immediately paces back and brings out another handgun.

Gary: "Too slow! You know.. for these moments, i told that ninja on what's up with the Assassin. Tips that'll help even you kick her bucket."

Amadine: "You what?"

Gary: "I told him to aim at her eyes. Needless to say, if her beautiful face gets ripped, i know who to find for a replacement."


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Hayato would progress to throw some dirt into Ginoa's face.

Ginoa: "F:censored:. (Only Gary would know how to hurt me..)"

Hayato: "Heheheh. (She's THE ASSASSIN? USELESS!)"


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Amadine: "And after all that.... you have.. feelings for... Mademoiselle.. Ginoa?"

A moment long awaited and asked. Gary wasn't ready to answer it with a straight face though.

Gary: "Heck yeah i do... It's just that.. i couldn't do it yet.."

Gary took a moment to rub a small tear in his birthmarked eye. When she thought she had a chance..


*BANG*


Gary: "Hup hup hup.."

Amadine: "Grrr..."

Gary: "It's a real gun. Not a joke. Now.. TELL ME OR I WILL, QUOTE, AND I F:censored:ING WILL, BLOW THAT S:censored: IN YOUR HEAD THAT YOU CALL A BRAIN!"

Amadine: "....."

Gary: "The silent treats? I'll make it a moment that'll liven the joint."

Putting away his casual guns, Gary took out his golden 50 caliber handgun: one he intended on killing Ginoa with.

Amadine: "Wait.. we didn't pay her.."

Gary: "... Con-tee-new.."

Amadine: "Mirielle got to her.. that's what i know. They were like real sisters. Friends.. What i should've been to her.."

While Gary decided to double cross her, he saw she can't be lying when she mentioned her jealousy over Ginoa.

Gary: "Thank.. yoouu. Now scram. You try anything sneaky, b:censored:, and your clothes won't be the only thing with red."

While ashamed, Amadine had to escape. Knowing that Gary is the only man that bested the Assassin, there's no way she can fight him, especially in her current state.

Amadine: ".... I'll be back."

Gary: "Sure you will. So.. where's that piece of honor you have? Say bye bye."

Amadine: "Why would i..."


*BANG*


Gary: "BYE BYE!"

Amadine: "Aaargh!"

Seeing Amadine run away, Gary leans by a nearby tree, to then check his guns, and realizes that he fired off the last live shot.

Gary: "Lucky for me i don't wanna mess with her. I'd like to see those Frenchies get themselves out from seeing some Irish corpses.."

It wasn't long before Ginoa was seen heading the same direction.

Gary: "Gin.. good luck to your ass."


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10 minutes later.

In the deeper forest, the five men walked back to the road.

Only The Young
Journey
Greatest Hits

Song continues until replaced.

Gary: "Status report?"

Hayato: "That Assassin person was tough, but i got ahead of her, no problem.. Nearly lost my limbs so many times. Managed to shoo her away when i got into her head and told her about how you feel."

Gary: "Well.. (Ninja dude is awesome!) i'll miss her, i admit."
Trying to cope losing his partner momentarily and think positive, Gary notices Jacob getting his grass trimmed a few moments later.

Gary: "On the bright side, looks like J's unharmed. Except for that.. angry shave. Poor dude."

Murph and Paul carry a currently unconscious Jacob. His state is unknown if he's seriously injured or not, but in any case, he's in need of an ambulance. Hayato moves ahead, playfully wearing Jacob's cowboy hat.

Murph: "Heave~"

Paul: "How much.. does he weigh in, anyways, lad?"

Murph: "Bloody Americans. All i know, it's a freaking lot, if you ask me. *knock's Jacob's head* Tell me you didn't hear that, boss."

Done with staying behind, Gary weaves past and decides to help the men lift his unconscious friend.

Gary: "Come, lemme.. *grunt* get you some."

Murph and Paul: "Cheers!"

Murph: "Jinx!"

Paul: "Arghh.. dagnabbit!"

Hayato: "I'll carve ahead a path. Just hope Maluch-sama isn't too worried about his trees."


*SWISH*

Murph: "How about.. how about that you go out, get us some signal and call an ambulance. Just pray that Jake doesn't get amnesia."

Gary: "He's tougher than a box of diamonds. Not to worry. Now.. heave~"

*SLASH*


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A few days pass.

Everyone's heard of Jacob's injury, but nobody's sure that he's going to wake up anytime soon.

After her time of loneliness again, Rin finds herself in the same white void her husband experienced, but she witnessed the side she was at instead: seeing her husband fall into an abyss as she gets dragged away.


"Don't forget.. i never gave up on you.. even if you rejected me.."


Rin woke up on the couch. She would then, after all that waiting, believe that there's no way her husband can return. Unnaturally in a very sorrow mood, she walks slowly to the front door, hoping the outside world would cheer her up.

Upon opening the door, she sees a white Mustang. But, to her liking, it was a new Shelby GT500.



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A man with a cowboy hat exits the car as she heads down the steps.

She knew who this is, as does he. The large bandage on his head gave it away.


Rin: "I won't ever give up on you.."

Jacob: "... I'll promise myself not to bring myself into such stupidity anymore."


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Another 2 days have passed.

A graveyard just outside London.

Clark dropped a bunch of flowers to an unnamed grave. Everyone around is filled with emotion. Sonny, Nash, Lucia, Kirk and the California Ghosts.


Clark: "You won't be missed. You will be succeeded."

Then, they hear a car approach and park. A white Shelby GT500.


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Exiting it is..

Nash: "The man of the hour.. Ross has arrived."

Clark pats Nash in the back.

Clark: "He's not ready to go.. and that means i win the bet.. we don't need your stinking medical care."

Reuniting with an injured man, they see him and Rin walk close to the grave of who they mourn. One wonders how he managed to drive a brand new Shelby with a head injury.

According to the late Maximus Davies, that unnamed grave is the grave of his sweetheart Dorah.

Moments pass. Very few stand by the grave.


Clark: "So.. brother's going to tell you all something. A change of heart. And before i get something heard, my decision.. i agreed. Let's hear your plea now."

Nash stood infront of the grave, seeing the murky clouds and the winds blow cloaks.

Nash: "Before we begin.. must we know how you managed to survive an encounter with a very deadly assassin?"

Jacob: "I guess i got lucky. Murph rang any bells? I know you're here, buddy."

Murph, hanging from a nearby tree, jumped down.

Murph: "Eh, it's just the one thing. Nash called me in, just in case they were snooping out, eh?"

Nash: "It wasn't only him."

Jacob: "Ahh.. yes.. your 'son'."

Hayato appears from behind the same tree.

Hayato: "He told me you were reckless. Rin-chan told me you were reckless. That sort of thing."

Jacob: "Reckless, but i know if someone's got my back... it's you all, and especially Gary."

Gary would then appear from the pathway, with the rest of Paul's family.

Gary: "Eh? Is it too much of a coincidink that i appeared here on time? Must be."

Paul: "You seem to be just on time, actually."

Gary: "As if. You just lucky that i managed to come up here and surprise them bi.."

Carrie: "Ah! Garryy... Language! We have kids here."

Fiona: "And that's two strikes. You're on a roll."

Gary: "Fu.."

Carrie: "*clears throat*"

Gary: "Aww.. jeez."

Paul: "And it appears we've saved you again, eh Ross? I won't let a brother to me go so easy."

Jacob: "(We're not brothers.. but..) Appreciate it."

Sonny: "How about me? The Ghosts got there in time."

Rin: "I agree with Son-son. Any case, whoever this Mirielle person is, she won't be unpunished."

Suddenly, more people arrived.

Billy: "Hyuck.. hey.. guys. I can't help but spoil some things for you alls. I had ta accept another job from Nash here."

Nash: "Billy Bob here will find ways to exploit the Richelieu. We have to find out about your assassin, Clark."

Clark: "And then, i find out i wasted a lot of money.."

And again..

Armand: "*guitar strums* Hey.. don't be all suspicious on me.. Judge here told me about what's happening. I have to help. A man like me... what can i do?"

Engie: "We'll help in any case. Paul's favor. We won't let you down, Mr. Kirkham. Backstabbers like those will want to meet me.."

And yet again.

Nami: "Otto.. don't exert yourself too hard."

Alan: "I know... dear. But i have to experience this moment myself. That unfortunate.. Dorah's grave.."

Singh: "Take it easy, Mr. Robinson.."

Nash saw the small crowd in front of him.

Nash: "Haha.. this is great. And i want to admit something.. That woman.. Mirielle, was it? She may have made an evil dictator speech, but she's touched my heart."

Nash started breathing heavily as his heart starts to pump.

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Nash: "She was right.. i think we can start even bigger. I dream a much larger dream than that of two days ago. Don't assume I'm mad, guys, but.. I think a new proposition for you all. Walk away, or listen, i don't care."

They all stood there, doing nothing.

Nash: "We may have a threat that might kill us all, but... i know you all will support me. It might be about just racing, but it's a world i want to change. It's too corrupt. Too impure. Someone's paid them to eliminate me and you four. The judge has done his job on keeping us under a shadow, and put some pressure. We have little time to react after surfacing."

Clark: "Which i bring the point. The Mythic here... we want you to find someone. Racers that'll shake this world with us. We're too petty as of now, but if we had more... we might pose a threat. By my beloved Dorah, i want this to work. Me and my brother will find these proteges too, and we want you too bring us who you think is worthy. It doesn't have to be a rich or poor, a weakling or a powerhouse. A real racer is what we find. Not necessarily one that can drive an F1 or wants to own some mansion.."

Nash: "But ones.. with determination. With the spirit. With the honesty to drive for supremacy. It began with you four, plus you.. Lucia. You're really above them all, but only in your minds. You'll have to prove that."

Clark: "And to those who are here aside our tattooed heroes.. we appreciate if they can be eased of any burden, and strengthened upon facing their greatest challenge. What says you all?"

A reaction is heard from each side.

Paul: "Aye.. I will do it! With full on support, we're a juggernaut!"

Amelia: "Daddy's the best!"

Carrie: "You've got this, dear."

Fiona: "Trust me when i say my little brother's a bona fide racer."

Lucia: "Diener.. any words?"

Alan: "Go on, Paul. He reminds me a lot of.. well, me."

Nami: "You're silly sometimes, you know.. Good luck, Rin."

Rin: "Hahahah! I will do anything to make Otousan proud!"

Jacob: "By my hands.. the opposition will be crushed!"

Sonny: "Kirk! Set us up for 7 rounds of kick ass.. I won't let these guys beat us like that."

Kirk: "You hear that, guys? Road trip!"

The Ghosts: "*WHOOOOO!* *YEAH!* *alright*"

Hayato: "Yofu-san's dreams? I've yet to play part in this!"

Murph: "So.. we still on for pool later?"

Gary: "It's on, Murph my dog!"

Armand: "Someday, love will find you.. Break those chains that bind you~"

Engie: "Hmm hmm hmmm....."

Billy: "We're going on the best adventure yet! Celebrate with me, doc."

Singh: "Hoo? You're an odd person.."

Nash and Clark sees them. Satisfied, Clark walks away, and he has no realization that Ginoa watches with a pair of binoculars.

Ginoa: "... If only i knew.. they won't give up so easy."



FIN FINALE

The Really Long Author's Notes



- Long part, but it's worth it. See? I referenced myself from the ending of my prequel's prologue! HAHAH! I need a life.

- Size: 133kb. Yeah.. Expanded? Damn..

- I worked hard on Clark's breakdown scene. Much harder in emotion in terms of what happened in the Legacy. I don't know if it didn't work, but I'm trying my best to feel bad for him.

- Rin was intended to be N.Z in the first draft of the Legacy. Now you know.

- Mirielle finally gets her spotlight as the antagonist of the first chapter. To be able to convince our fellow Assassin to join her side? How far can she stoop to gain what she wants? You'd imagine Gary getting some time, but he's cool with it. Paul will be the one to take off his role as the protagonist.

- Now, you ask about the married characters not exactly showing their bond seriously aside from Paul. Jacob's idea of marriage is more of someone to hold dear of freely, and respect as well. Lucia? Her husband's a secret agent for Interpol, so it's no doubt she gets a lot of alone time.

- In the initial draft, Hayato was to be introduced in a WAAY later chapter.

- The whole cloaked figure thing (Ginoa) is influenced from Jill in Resident Evil 5.

- Apologies for making our protagonist: Paul seemingly lose focus.

- This part of the plot was planned from December. And i reduced the amount of pictures from initial draft. Be glad.

- The cars are tuned 600pp, except for a few. The BMW is 578pp, which is the most i can get out of that car. The NSX is stock (but it's amazing for it's level). The GT40 is 587pp (because i don't want turbo and exhaust upgrades for MY CAR!). Same with the LFA, at 595pp.

- Nash and Clark are meant to use the Brotherhood duo of the F1 GTR MSO and the FXX, but that wouldn't be fair.

- Monkey monkey chew the butter, see my buttocks.. erm. Murphy Barrister is my preferred character created from my first story, and he's in.. *reads note* slightly insane, but an avant garde racer, he is. You want my opinion, be my guest: The protagonist, Frank Martin, of the Transporter, a small hint of Richard Hammond of TopGear, and then there's Callum of Far Cry 3.

- Ninjaaaa!!! Hayato Matsumoto is back from his moments of sorrow, to a more sinisterly comic form. And, let's stress how important this is, due to him supposedly appearing in the Legacy (as an antagonist). Inspirations come from the showy Kuzco of The Emperor's New Groove, Dante of Devil May Cry 3 (The awesome, original Dante), and Deadpool of his own Marvel comic book series.


Cars Introduced.


- Clark's FXX "Messiah's Revelation". What looks like a regular FXX isn't in the hands of the Messiah, Clark Kayne. His exploits of years street racing at the highest level has granted him a lot of cash, and half the world's street racers 'pleading' for his blessings. This Revelation comes in the form of a specially bootlegged FXX, whose owner sold to for a small fortune. Clark, who came across many underground garages, had it modified to ensure that it's made only for him, and allow it to run perfectly on street legal conditions.

- Hayato's NSX Concept "Tsukiakari". A driver of fame has to drive nice cars, according to a statement Hayato said. This Honda, under ownership of his former sensei, serves as both a fast vessel around here to there, and a memorial for both Shinzo and Yoko: people that passed on as his guide. Hayato drives it like a real professional, mostly only when there's people to show off to.

- Nash's Abarth 500 "Pocket Ferrari". With a love for contemporary hot city cars, Nash was in grief when his Mini decided not to run anymore. Not willing to spend on ultra expensive spare parts (while in the UK), Nash took his motto of moving ahead to mind, and got a small Abarth. He can't help but appreciate every bit of fun he had in it.

- Nash's Viper ACR "Diamondback". One staple of the N.Z identity was a fast car. From Gerald's selection, an ACR was given, and it was no short of amazing, with tuning from anonymous persons. The kit given to this Viper made it somewhat similar to a race car, under Nash's supervision, that is.

- Clark's SP-1 "Prophet". The rarest machine used by Clark Kayne in his racing career, and purposely done so ensuring that it's not on notice by the police. Despite him using it for daily use with his Countach, it's a real killer. Under request to even more contacts influencing Ferrari, this SP1 is built only for one thing: street racing at it's finest and fastest.

- Lucia's BMW Concept 1 Series Tii "Mitternacht". Lucia owned a basic BMW 1 series for her own transport, later converted at her supervision to a supercar worthy tuner. It was then overhauled again to become a much more potent threat against supercars, churning even more horses than the last time it saw action to her friends in Japan.

- Mirielle's Tesla Model S Signature "Efficacy". Being an energy scientist, Mirielle had no interest in gas guzzling cars of today, and thus, went for a rather economic alternative to a pumped up Prius. Normally letting Boniface drive it, she finds the times to drive it at speed, not knowing she might need it.

- Jacob's Shelby GT500 "Outlaw's Purification". Outlaw, being Jacob's inner demon, has been exorcised by his will to reunite with his wife. Owning the car as a special memorial gift from some of his biggest fans (then redirected 7 times), Jacob sees that even after a demon passes the gates of death, he can't let go of a Mustang's reins as it gallops across the horizon.

Jacob treats the Shelby as his tribute to the GT500 Legend that he once believed in, then promptly insulted, and then relieved.

- Murph's McLaren MP4-12C "Destroyer Mix". After his last street race in Georgia, Murph decided to find a car he would prefer above others. A soulless machine for a soulless racer. The McLaren was perfect. Combining the ethics of all risk and reward, it's a real surprise the car hasn't gotten itself wrecked yet.


Cast Introduced.


- Murphy 'Murph' Barrister. Slightly insane, slightly lovable, but more than slightly absolute in racing. A real risk racer, having a belief in the fastest racer being the ones that aren't afraid to push a little harder than the norm. Also, one of Jacob's closer friends, and now, Nash's laborer.

- Hayato Matsumoto. Semi-Japanese, semi-Brazilian, all reflexes and charm. A former Yakuza enforcer whose skills with the katana granted him many feared nicknames. To the public, he's one of the best Super Formula racers of last season. A young, overliked man who has the women chase him around against his own agenda, and a big follower of the ninja arts, mastering it's many techniques.


Mythic Recruitment Notes:


A whole new section, regarding notes of the newly entered Mythic. Under perspective of Nash Kirkham, the leader of the project, this section considers being the hall of fame for my characters. There can be some obvious additions, but some may surprise you.

Here goes!

Lucia Weiss "Valkyrie Weiss".


Under training of the Bristol Harbinger, Lucia Weiss was fed from youth the nutrients of a racing prodigy.

According to Ross, she's not the best racer around, but she knows about so much on the inside of a car... I have to admit there might be a lot i have to learn about what she might spill about.

I'll be honest, but if someone's trained by Alan, and Paul, being our Wyrm? It's just adding 2 and 2, making 4. If it's true that many of our cars are not personally modified, we're just getting started this whole time!

If we bring her (along the many others) in here, she's going to expose our name, which we plead to her mouth to keep shut. Also, i would happily have a secret agent under my pocket for some of the more complex solutions to my problems arising.



Memories Of The Legacy.


I'm retiring this section, since all ahead is going to be mostly new things. There are a lot to mention here, but it's going to hurt me more, trust me.


Thoughts.


Did Lucia's induction surprise you?

If you haven't seen it yet, you really don't notice the bigger picture that Mythic's going higher than just an ordinary street team. Supposedly the last of the Mythic before Nash's big decision, Lucia's induction shouldn't come as a surprise. Why do you think she's in the UK for?

And this is proving that Mythic's not purely into just driving. All aspects of speed will be looked upon when it comes to who will be induced.


And, now you ask: What's going on?


What's happening is the progression of the Dawn Of The Mythic. Looks like it's not really a normal fiction. Now, after these chapters then begins the long road to domination Nash had truly wanted. But, what do we expect from this?

Chapter 1 is confirmed:

Paul Henderson - Fiery Blaze.
What to expect: Settling of conflicts.
Story Style: Classic, golden age style racing. Influenced by Rush (2013 movie).

~ A dragon is no doubt a fearsome being.

A reason why is the flames it breathes out regularly.
Paul breathes these flames; the flames of rivalry.


Author's Opinion: The proper sequel that i planned to have for each character... but fresh is better. Paul's rise to racing is not exactly off the charts, but it's changing. I'm making it relate the hardships of people in their crises to get back up on your feet and keep moving.

And then, we have others. The order on how these will be presented hasn't been finalized, and I am open for suggestion if anyone wants to see their favorite character(s) or theme earlier. And, just so you know, Paul will star in them, but not as the lead.

The first two chapters (after this) will be previewed soon, but one chapter has me needing your help.


His Crossing Of Bounds? A crossover chapter?


Yes! But this isn't just any crossover. It's not a cameo or the mention, or the appearance. It's more of an audience participation thing. I want the audience to make an original character, not necessarily an existing character in their own fiction. This chapter will carry on regardless of participation. Clark Kayne, while a controversy for existing at all, is going to lead these dark roads.

He and his FXX will search for his street racing successor and a new member of Mythic. While this is most likely done by the end of all the other chapters, Clark's will have me demand a lot more than the rest, maybe. This is Clark Kayne on the path back to when he was Maximus Davies, so expect some development to go along.

This chapter will be held back until after all chapters are settled, but i would really want this to push ahead as intended. I want to acknowledge my readers with respect, and offer them someone they make a place in the story. The rules are to be posted soon.




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Song.




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"And what are your plans?"


"Off the season, we're just not getting any attention. You know where this is going, ya?"

"Huhh.. so you're not going soft. It's unlike you."


"After these years of racing, a break would break the groove, if that's the right words."

"No problem. Just one request."


"Name it."

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"The man. Paul Henderson. Make sure he sees the real nature of racing out of his dreary touring car background. I'll ensure the Richelieu redeem their failure. Now, you do your duty right... Williem."




"......"

*HANGS*



"*sigh* It's been a while since that name's been mentioned to me."

*RINGTONE*


"Talk to Will."

"You're ready for this... amigo?"

*STARTS CAR*

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"Hah hah hah! I'd want to see how your new car fares against my champion, Eduard."


*OTHER CAR STARTS*


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*GREEN LIGHT*


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COMING SOON:

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Thanks for reading!
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A little bit of correction here:

Nyurusan! (unforgivable) - It's Yurusan, Yurusane, or Yurusanai.

And "nani mo" is strictly used when there is an absence of an object - i.e. Nani mo arimasen. If you meant "it was nothing", then "betsuni" or "nandemonai".


Other than those, brilliant work.
 
I never really expected Lucia to be inducted. Actually, I never even considered the fact that someone could be put into The Mythic. Thats a good way to keep things interesting though. I never expected Clark to have a major breakdown like that either, but its good to see a different side of characters every now and then. But I have to say, that was 133kb of kick 🤬.
 
SomePlayaDude presents...


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A preview post, regarding the plans for chapters 2 and 3.



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Song.



First things first, it's about time.





That the most explosive, most awesome, rock n' rolling GT6 fiction chapter has ever landed, starring self proclaimed American-Asian Badass: Sonny Meng Xian Zhen.





You've been expecting this: an idea planned since Sonny And The Beast!






Hold on to your seat, as the world will experience the moment when...




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Yes, we do need an explosion from the internet to introduce this..



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~ The cover of the book is what he looks past.


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This Chimera knows how the plans will carry out to progress these challenges.


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A badass lures in trouble, and he's the very one to be a step ahead!


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The car of the show! The driver's choice award! The car that'll blow you up:

Dodge SRT Viper '13 "The Beast"



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Preview cars:


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Sonny Meng attempts to realize the beginning of a battle against the darkness within his own skills. With the fame and skills despite the trouble, he's no doubt one on delivering the world the finest performance and sheer interest from years of hardcore experience. Who stands in his way as the next of the Mythic?


Author's Opinion: Prepare to hear a lot of glam rock, fireworks, screaming, shouting, and the sort.. Also: what was in Sonny's Badass Gaiden will be put in more detail here. It's going to be exciting.


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Song change.




Not very interested in Paul or anything in the story so far?






Allow me to ask..





Did you like SomePlayaDude's original debut to the Gran Turismo's fiction world: an entry to the dark side of racing.







Look no further, as we see the return of Jacob Ross in what could be his return to the illusion when he revels in the dark, evil view of the racer within you.





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PREPARE FOR HIS RETURN AS THE KING!


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~ No grain of sand he left unseen or untouched.


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These grains tell us that the law never caught up to him.


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With the sands disturbed, a new order come to power, and their line of work brought back the true dominators of street racing: The New Blacklist.


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This legacy will be perfected with the right tools. The perfect combination of man and machine:

Ford GT '06 "The Dark Horse"



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Preview cars:


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Seeking the next of the Mythic back in his home turf, Jacob sees a different world of street racing. A path he turned back, witnessing crisis after crisis forces the fastest racer alive to get back in the game. And he won't do it alone. Assisting him in search of Mythic's next big thing is the crew that made him the king of the streets: THE NEW BLACKLIST!

Author's Opinion: Anyone actually enjoyed the original Legacy Of The Dark Horse? Using a similar style, and characters, we're kicking it back to 2013. Watch Jacob regain his protagonist spot again as he goes back to basics. For the real serious reader, or the ones wanting to see Jacob as the protagonist for you, here you go!


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Song change.


Time for a decision.. who will be under the spotlight sooner?


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Will a fresh coat of badass paint be needed, or does the darkness within be the deciding factor for Dawn Of The Mythic?


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"Racing nitrous, Jake.. You see, ah? Try, try, try, but you'll never get ahead of me, as per the usual 'Sonny's one step ahead' circle of life."

"Son.. I'll be so happy to crush that mosey pride of yours! *sinister chuckle*"


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*pushes button*

TURBO

PREPARE FOR A SUDDEN SPEED BOOST


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A theater in Los Angeles, California. 11 pm.


"Valerie.. please... please.. give me one last wish."

"One.. wish? Anything! Anything for you.. milord!"

"I.. I... before i pass on... Nggrghhh.. RAAAAAAHHH! FEED MY SOUL, VALERIE!"



*SCREAMING SOUND*



On the screen in one of LA's finest movie theatres, a horror movie makes a showcase on the eyes of so many. Being recommended to not have faint hearts is one way the movie promotes itself to attract daredevils around the general area.

People cringe and hide their vision, as their ears hear the suffering of the protagonist nearly getting bitten. Again and again, the lead woman jumps across wall to wall, dodging the attack of a person that deceives her.

Soon, a climactic scene occurs when a former villain appears to save the hero, and then reveals his true colors. That information is revealed along with his own sacrifice.

Such a moment is reacted with mixed emotions, from surprise, sadness, and fear. Only one person inside the theatre reacts with excitement and clapping can be seen from her body, along with a genuine smile. A woman with cobalt hair.


Ginoa: "Hahahah! I like this flick, Gare-bear.."

Ginoa Fantoccia: a self proclaimed Assassin, with a capital A. A woman battling the justice system that she happily resents to follow. Infamous for her ability to do the impossible, her presence today marks the impossibility of killing her. This is due to authorities confirming her state of life as 'dead'.

She would be if it weren't for the man sitting next to her. A man with popcorn stuffed in his ears and the bag used as a hat.


Ginoa: "Ugh, Gary!"

Instead of movie plot, Gary had unsavory thoughts in his mind. For our sake, it's something better to be left unknown.


Gary: "*hums a song*"

His manners inside a cinema may not be wrong in any way, but Gary Dhetto didn't impress the woman sitting by him.


*raises bag*

Ginoa: "You a:censored:!"

Gary: "Hmm?"


*BLOOD SPLATTERS*

Gary: "Oh, the bad guy got his ass handed? Dayum, that Valerie chick's kicking ass.. Heh.. What happened?"

Cross was Ginoa, as she looked on her partner while listening out to the movie's events.


Ginoa: "You'd have to be more appropriate for my tastes if you really want to impress me."

Gary: "Impress? Is catching your finery from a 30 storey bulding not impressive? Chicks these days.."


*SCREAM*

Ginoa: "(Again with the building...) Women are more complex than you think."

Gary: "Sez you, girl."

Ginoa: "Says.. what the?!"

Zooming out a bit, Ginoa sees Gary sending a message on his phone.

Ginoa: "And.. this is why you don't get any of the ladies!"

Gary: "Why'd you care so much?"

Ginoa: "Gary, you continue this charade, and you can tell which bracelet is the one you'll touch."

Gary: "Whatevs."



Atlantic Crossing: Why Gary And Ginoa made it for the sequel.



Exiting the theatre in the dark, Ginoa's mood wasn't at an all time low, but it was pretty bad. The two pass by an alley where the car they came with was parked at.


Ginoa: "That was rotten of you!"

Gary: "Rotten? Girl, I'm worse than that."

Ginoa: "Gary, you've got heart, but more importantly: the sort of behavior that'll make me choke you to death!"

Gary: "Hey! Take a chill pill, girl! This ain't yo birthday!"

Ginoa: "It'd better not be!"

Seeing a knife coming from the lady's artificial skin, Gary reacted appropriately with holding her back.


Gary: "Gin! Cut that out!"

Ginoa: "Cut that out? I'll cut your sly tongue before you do something like..."

Gary: "S:censored:, s:censored:, s:censored:!"

A pedestrian nearby mistakes the whole scene for a burglary, and makes the call.

Ginoa: "LET... GO!"

Gary: "I dare you to let go!"

Police were alerted, and the two in the clash are notified of this as well.


Gary: "With me, it'd be a day of sweet talking, but you?"

Ginoa: "Ergh.."

Gary: "I ain't stupid, Gin. Sure, this guy's got the wrong side of life for his talents, but.. i have ways, ya see, girl. I can get outta the slammer in under 2 days."

Having Ginoa as an opponent once constructed this speech.

Gary: "But you.. it'd be impossible to get you out after seeing what you can do. They'd call in the specialists and piece your lovely skin up. And if you thinkin' L.A's the heat? Naw.. we in the frying pan!"

Gary had no mood to let go. The situation proved two things: the Assassin was in such tension, and the young man planned his actions wisely: something he learned with a history amongst themselves.

But he had care in his heart, and quickly let go.


Gary: "In the car. Let's bounce!"

Immediately, they zoom towards the nearby car: A Dodge Challenger SRT8. With a nice shade of Plum Crazy, the car's history revolves around the owner's actions: bullets, blood, and drive-bys.

Starting the car, Gary moved on to leave the street like some action car movie.



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Moving out to the freeways to keep clear of heat, Gary feels relief from the situation.


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Gary: "That.. was a close'un! What says you, girl?"

Overtaking some traffic, Gary turns his head to see Ginoa isn't as heartless like some cliche assassin.



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Gary: "You... okay, Gin?"

Ginoa: "Oh? Just.. drive."

Gary takes the next exit.


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Despite the orders, he couldn't take his thoughts away from her.


Gary: "Look, girl.. I just wanna.. ya know."

Ginoa: "It's alright.. Gary. You're doing a fine job at keeping me safe, even if it's doing what had to be done."


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All Gary saw was more sobbing, along with the sounds of the Challenger's race tuned 6.1 liter, 8 cylinder HEMI-V engine.

Gary: "A.."

Ginoa: "GARY! Not now.. i know you're a curious :censored:er, but.. can we get home, at least.."

Gary: "Sure thing, girl."

Putting aside worry, Gary focused on moving past some more traffic on his way home.



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Judging by his confidence and performance along the motorway, Gary's Challenger is tuned to make the driver smile. Replacing the automatic gearbox was one thing, adding a supercharger was another.



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And specific settings make it go around the corners under more Gs than usual, while not by much. It helped Gary practice his new hobby: street racing. One that he's gotten better and better after every race over the one year he's been fired from his old job in Japan.

His alias as the leader of his gang, now reinforced with street racing? Gary had to yet answer this new interest to anyone that knows him as a cliche gangster kingpin, sans his partner.



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Gary's Safehouse. 12 AM.

Reaching the middle class home, Gary exits the car, and opens the door for his partner.

Even with the door of the Challenger opened, she still stays in the car. A small peek reveals that Ginoa is taking a nap.


Gary: "Rise and shine, Gin!"

Reaching for her hand, Gary went to grab her bracelet...

*ACTIVATION SOUNDS*

..with shocking repercussion.

Gary: "What the..."

*ZAP*

Volts of energy travels through his body, as he loses control of his legs and fall to the asphalt below.

Ginoa: "*Yawns* Oh.. Gary?"

Seeing his eyes staring up, and his hair a mess, she responded.


Gary: "Fa..schh.. schh.. king.. blaa.."

Ginoa: "*chuckles* No more time for games, Gary.. *sigh* open the door."

Within five minutes, they both enter the middle class home, posing as their safehouse. Wiping his wounds, Gary sees Ginoa heading downstairs.

Gary: "To the hay?"

Ginoa: "Yeah."

Gary: "Listen, girl.. Sorry bout tonight. It's just a nasty habit o' mine."

These words stopped the Assassin's feet, and had her turn back.

Ginoa: "Of all the men..."

Gary: "Erp..."

Ginoa: "Those who ever go out with the assassin.. they either come home scarred or dead."

Seeing the Assassin approach him with sinister intents, Gary starts sweating buckets.

Ginoa: "But... you apologized. It was a horrible night for the latter half of the movie, i know.. You're not a bad guy, Gare-bear."

Gary: "I know i ain't, it's just that.."

Ginoa: "Say... say no more, Gary. You did favors too many for my dysfunctional life."

Gary: "It's not that i don't disrespect 'cha and all.."

Ginoa: "You tried to impress, and even though it wasn't the best adventure in the world, it mattered."

A small sweet kiss is what Gary got, before Ginoa heads back down.

Ginoa: "Good night, Gare-bear."

Even after the basement door slammed, Gary stood still like some Santa Monica walking statue, along with increased blood pressure. It took a while before he shook himself back to reality.

Gary: "🤬, she's an ounce tougher than usual. Am i glad she ain't on my bad side."

Gary isn't fond of sleeping, and decides to stay up. Heading to the couch nearby, Gary pushed a button on the nearby remote. A portrait on the wall rotates back and reveals his HD television, and the wall opens up to reveal speakers, a Playstation 4, and a DVD player connected to a hard drive.

The TV reboots to an autobiography, entitled:


N.Z: Decades of enigma, man of legend.


Gary: "Again with your spooky hidden face, N? I better find something to kick my race nads."

Rummaging through many titles, rejected one after another, it was then Gary knew his DVD player isn't getting any time tonight.

Seeing the lack of what to watch, Gary had another plan.


Gary: "Sup?"

Outside the front, Gary sits by his Dodge Challenger SRT8.



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Gary: "You look like you're in a good mood today, huh? Me? It's a roughie, whoo hoo! Lemme tell ya! I actually got a date with our girl!"


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Gary: "Naww, shut up! She's mine, and you ain't taking her! I don't care if you're a vampire or what, you ain't intended to be my sex ambulance, you freak ass! Ah 🤬! Lost control again.. Hey.. don't be like that.. you know i was kidding, right?"


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Gary: "You know, our little date thing didn't go so cool.. yeah. My fault. But what can i do? Whaddaya think? You think I'm a be all crazy again? Puh-lease.. I'm talking to you: a car!"


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Gary: "But.. Ergh.. That's too far, dog! Yeah.. makes a bit of sense.. Alright, alright. You telling me now is the time to give it to her. Alright, I'm digging this.."


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Heading to her quarters in Gary's basement, the young gangster opened the door with a spare key.

The room was filled with nothing of particular. Bland, black walls. A small flatscreen television, and a desk. Along those, a luxurious single bed was present, with the owner of this room sleeping with only donning her underwear.


Gary: "(Man, i just hope she don't get up)"

Entering the room with only a nightlight to help him, Gary carries with him a small boxed present. Putting his toetips on weight, Gary sneaks through the dark floor. Unfortunately, the nightlight didn't highlight the many unnoticed clutter placed on the floor.


*CREAK*


*CHINK*


*THUNK*


*SQUEAK*


Gary: "(The 🤬?! What's with all this crap?!)"

Hearing the Assassin murmur in her sleep isn't something to worry about for Gary, but he still takes it cautiously.

Making it to the nearby table, Gary places the gift and prepares to leave, only..


*SLIP*

Gary: "(The 🤬 is THAT?!)"

Prepared for pain, Gary's fall is fortunately cushioned. Ginoa's wide luxury single bed gets a second person on top, and strangely enough, the Assassin is still deep in her sleep, even with all the springs bouncing.

After the minor setback, Gary tries to get away, only that the dreams of his partner is somewhat on a rather melodramatic section. She proceeded to ironically misuse Gary.


Gary: "(Oh no... Not this 🤬!)"

Ginoa: "*sleep talk* Oh Armand.. why aren't you dead yet.."

Hearing that, Gary had an instant idea to mimic the man he's guessing on her dream: famous Vegas magician slash rockstar Armand von Mysticio.


Gary: "*mimicking Armand* Ohh, baby girl.. Got everything you want. Got everything you need. Don't worry about the cost. Just sell your soul to me!?"

That move caused Ginoa to turn, and murmur more sleep talk.

Ginoa: "*sleep talk* Such a muse.. you're a lovely man.. heheheh."

Relieved of her movements, Gary prepares to leave, only to accidentally touch her shock emitting bracelet placed on the nearby table.

*ACTIVATION SOUNDS*

Gary: "*sigh* Say goodnight, G-dog."

*ZAP*

Feeling like a 10 year old monster trainer when he first met his partner for life, the noise moved him back to the bed in pain, and startled the woman on it. Immediately she looked.


Ginoa: "Ga..RY?!"

Gary: "Erm... what's up? (I'd be real lucky to survive this!)"

They both scream.


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Next morning, the breakfast table was added a little more intensity.

A sleepy Gary takes a momentary nap when the table he sat by was stabbed with a sharp combat knife.


Ginoa: "That wasn't needed, Gary!"

Gary: "Phwah?! Yeah.. it was supposed to be a stealth mission, Gin."

Ginoa: "Why didn't you wait till now?"

Gary: "...."

Ginoa: "Oh.. you were talking to the car again, weren't you?!"

Gary: "Gin, the car was a reflection of my self ego. You know that, girl!"

Ginoa: "Whatever that's supposed to mean, it's not a reason for you to go ninja on my quarters. You're real lucky to be alive."

Gary: "Aren't i always am?"

Ginoa: "Always. Hehe.."

In an instant, the tone of the conversation changed.

Gary: "You look like a rainbow. Care to share what's made the person full of color?"

Ginoa: "Ohh.. it's just.."

The rare pleasant smile and closed eyes of joy appeared from her face.

Ginoa: "Someone's found and hired me!"

Very few can find this side of Ginoa the Assassin.

Gary: "Say.. you haven't worked in a year. Sure you got this?"

Ginoa: "Sure? I'm always sure. Just don't be surprised that I won't be home for a while again."

Gary: "Again? Girl, you never gone from this home for that long."

Ginoa: "Hahah."

The bond they share consists of both strife and comfort. A strange duo, they are.

Ginoa: "You're never one to notice the wants of others."

Gary: "I don't? I mean.. yeah , i don't!"

Ginoa: "And about your 'present'."

Gary: "Hmm?"

Ginoa: "How far did you have to soil your dirty little hands for that?"

Gary: "Oh, I'd go beyond the core of the Earth, but maybe not reaching China."

Time passes as breakfast comes to a stop, and Gary heads outside to see the black F40 ready to go.


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Ginoa: "Well, there it is.."

Gary: "Funny."

Ginoa: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Gary: "Well, for starters.. i never knew you cared about your Ferrari."

Ginoa: "Oh, well.. you do."

Gary: "Yeah, but that was a guess."

Ginoa: "A car like this would indicate my return to the underworld if they ever find it. Did you.."

Gary: "Girl, it's hard to keep it quiet about an F40 going across the Pacific. But yeah.. paid extra to some homies in Osaka to keep it hush."

Ginoa: "Osaka? You never mentioned an Osaka?"

Gary: "Heck, to you, i wouldn't. I'd be pissed on you, and it ain't pretty what i experienced there, trust me."

Entering the car parked on the driveway, Ginoa left the door open to continue conversing with Gary.

Gary: "Curious and more curiouser, where you heading out to?"

Ginoa: "Oh? I just have something here, and then across to England for some family matter."

Gary: "Family? How many more pages left, girl?"

Ginoa: "Stow it, Gare-bear. I'm not like some open book for you to read!"

Gary: "Okay, okay! I'll keep it zipped for now. Just.. stay safe, girl."

Ginoa: "Don't worry too much about me."


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Leaving the home, the Ferrari's V8 became the talk of the people around, mostly being Gary's gang that already know the situation with him living with the proclaimed dead queen of the killing art.



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Usually having nothing to do under daylight, Gary uses the time to meet up with fellow gang members, either hanging out with veterans, or get to know the newbies.

But today isn't such a day, since his new gang: the Saints Of Los Angeles, do have their times off and on the crime scene.

Instead, Gary gets on the phone.


???: "Hello, Ross residence. This is Laura speaking."

Gary: "Hey, babe. It's the G-dog here, and may i say you sound majestic today."

Laura: "Eheh.. I'm entering my late 50s, dearie. Don't go and speak that tone to me."

Gary: "What?! Come on. It's me. Good old Gary!"

Laura: "Gary? OH! Gary!"

Towards the Ross family of worldwide racing fame, Gary's considered an ally, and one to be trusted by even the careful mother Laura Bradley-Ross.

Laura: "How's your gang these days?"

Gary: "We're small, and weak.. but we're getting there. Things like these take time, dog."

Laura: "You know you have to find smarter people to hire if you're going to need some help in managing your little kingdom there."

Gary: "I'd figure that'll cost me bills up the bum.. So.. where's J?"

Laura: "Jay? You mean Jake? He just left the country. Had some obligations, he said."

Gary: "That's alright. I'll come over and have a small chit chat, if that's fine?"

Laura: "Ooh. I'd love to sit and see what's new with us, but.. i have a little something later in the city. Rest assured, I'll have Keith handle you."

Gary: "Keith, huh? The man's doing what, playing videogames and all?"

Laura: "Well, you got me there. Oh! I have to get ready. Do take care, Gary."

Gary: "I will."

*hangs*

With the road to the Ross home in mind, it didn't take long before Gary thought of Keith Ross. A friend in life after meeting the Ross family and a useful man in helping out his bigger brother in Japan last year. Today, Keith carries a legacy in his family name today, as he takes the mantle of the Le Mans 24 hours race, along with racing some smaller leagues.

Gary, in particular, likes to play around with Keith, seeing that the Corvette driver is a rather playful person, contrasting his bigger brother.



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Just about half an hour later..


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The only road to the Ross mansion was the scenic, Californian roads. Gary takes control of his beloved Challenger and has it take it's time getting there in style.


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The radio itself was ensuring nobody was bored.



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"Alright, we're on to requests! First up, we have George from... rocky San Diego?! What's got you on our radio? Road trip? Alright! George wants some classic driving music? Well, George.. I have two words for you: Black.. Dog.. Yeah!"



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Black Dog
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin IV



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"An iconic song, no doubt. Stay safe, road warriors."


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Gary wasn't a fan of classic rock, but he didn't really mind. Having nobody to talk to gives him enough reason to be quiet; unusual for a man with the reputation to not shut up.


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It's in driving the car fast that Gary possesses a more serious face. Even when in a gunfight his manner is rather more casual.


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Only given the numbers of what his car can do, Gary's knowledge of the car comes from not the what's under the hood, but from years of speeding, dodging and drivebys. Only recently he puts those to the test.


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Eventually, the purple Challenger arrives by the gates that home greatness.


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Seeing a pair of familiar faces by the driveway, he parks by them.



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After exiting the car, he locks it up, and heads to the main door, greeted by Laura herself.



Gary: "Laura! Looking mighty fine."

Laura: "Oh.. hello Gary. Thought you'd be my driver?"

Gary: "Nah, I ain't. But.. i don't mind if I drive you out to the city.."

Laura: "TMI! TMI!"

Gary: "You react too sudden. You're like J, you know."

Laura: "Well, Gary, I AM his mother.."

Gary: "Oh yeah! Silly me."

Laura: "...."

Gary: "Where's Keith?"

Laura: "Inside. Game room. And please: help yourself."

Despite the size, Gary is a natural at navigating the Ross mansion, being not his first time.

With instructions from the mother, the game room's door opens, with Keith doing the usual.

He moved on to Keith, who supposedly have no clue of the gangster's presence, with his hands on the controller. And then.


Gary: "BOOM!"

Keith: "BLAAA!"

Gary: "WAAAH!"


*CRASH*


Keith was prepared for Gary this time around, wearing a demon mask that wouldn't be noticed from behind.


Keith: "Caught you, you.... jack in the box!"

Getting off his comfort zone, Keith pulled a slipped Gary up. Longtime friends do take their time to reconnect.


Gary: "Aww.. just shut up, dude."

Keith: "Sorry, bud. A little bit of Sonny rubbed on over me today."

Gary: "Or your momma told you."

Keith: "Either way, still the same!"

Gary: "Man, 🤬 your logic."

Keith: "So, what's Gary doing in my home?"

Gary: "Well.. just wanna know if you in for getting me up to speed in racing with the best of the best, you hear?"

Keith: "Racing the best? Gary? You sure?"

Gary: "Wha, you think i don't do your thang, dog?"

Keith: "No, no! It's just... when i think of Gary Dhetto, the prime criminal suspect of Los Angeles gangs.."

Gary: "You just don't see him in a racing suit, and surrounded by legal cash and pit lane babes."

Keith: "That about sums it up, yeah."

Gary: "Well, i don't want to go too deep into the muddy world of Gary's brain, but.. your brother's the guy that kinda put me in this."

Jacob Ross puts words in people's minds with such firmness, it's very hard to say no.

Keith: "I know a lot of people Jake's changed. Myself included, but we shouldn't really let him be the only idol in your life."

Gary: "Yeah but.. how come he got no time for us after our tango over East?"

Keith: "Dude. He's been split for years. Give him time."

Gary: "Hahahah! I just remembered something. When's your turn?"

Keith: "Ermm.."

Gary: "Come on, Keith my man. You're like already set for the girl in your life. I got Gin in the bag, how come you got nobody?!"

Keith: "I.. well.. you know.. I haven't thought of settling down yet, alright?"

Gary: "Keith, your nervous disposition is totally giving it away."

Keith: "...and let's stop!"

Gary: "P:censored:y.."

Keith: "Now, racing, was it. How's about we head to Seca? Just half an hour from here. Today's the annual American vintage Raceday. 30 laps of Seca old school, you hear me."

Gary: "Mmmm-hmmmm, i hear you. Yum yum!"

The two head downstairs, towards the front door. Keith opens a set of drawers, taking something out.


Keith: "Come *shows keys*, let's get in the Vette."


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Laguna Seca, Monterey, California. 1 PM.

Break On Through (To The Other Side)
The Doors
The Doors



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As Keith mentioned, the annual Laguna Seca American Vintage is underway. Three cars stand amongst the whole lineup: a Buick Special, a GT40, and a C3 Corvette.


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"We're in the Fuh-fuh-fuh-FIIINALL LAP!"


The commentator was full of energy watching the race.


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Using some special passes to get past the guards, Keith heads to the pit lane to see an old friend.

This old friend had a notable aura: an aura of someone that don't get out of his home often.



Keith: "Hey, hey! Rex! What's up?"

Rex: "Huh? Why if it ain't Keith Ross! LTNS, man!"

Gary: "LTNS? The 🤬 is this hunk of meat?"

Keith: "Easy, Gary. Sorry bout that, Rex. Let me do the talking for you two."

The three cars move by the Andretti Hairpin.


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Keith: "Rex, this is Gary. He needs no introduction if you follow the criminal news. And since you both got me to help out on this, he don't bite.. often."

Gary: "Yep. That's about it. His turn."

Keith: "And.. let me introduce you to a partner of sorts while i was racing in Japan. Rex Ericcson's the name, but he's more of a gaming guy than a racing guy. He lost a lotta meat trying to be fit to race, but you know he needs more."

Rex: "You're skin and bones, dude. IMHO, we can help each other out. I know a good joint in the city to give you some meat. What you say? Hashtag new buddy?"

Gary: "For sure, dog. How come I've never met you before though?"

Keith: "We're Americans in a Japan dominated sport. No involvement whatsoever."

Rex: "Involvement of what, dude?"

Gary: "Nothin' you should be worrying bout, dog."

Keith: "Yeah! Let's talk racing things, Rex!"

Rex: "Kay kay."



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Keith: "Where's your dad?"

Rex: "He's kickin the tires on track. See that there Buick?"

Gary: "Yeah, but i had no idea that thing's a Buick. Thing's going slow."

Rex: "The old man's skin and bones. He just can't give up on racing, even if he's out of stamina points."

Keith: "Just.. Wait a sec.."

Keith recognizes the yellow Corvette swooping by Turn 5.


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Keith: "Well, god darn! That's my pa'"

Rex: "Pa?"

"Louie Ross Jr. takes the front place after laps in the back!"

Gary: "An old Vette and a GT40? Man, this like them 70s high school reunion."

Rex: "Your dad's owning the competition. He's made a best lap of 1:37."

Keith: "That's my pa. Always surprising his kids these days. He told me he's retired."

Retirement isn't a way to stop the driver steering the Corvette smoothly by the corkscrew.


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Rex: "For a retired dude, he's just overpowering the GT40."

Keith: "That car's race tuned. I've seen it, in and out, many many MANY times."

Rex: "So, he's got a Corvette plus one?"

Gary: "Man, it must be plus 42 or what?"

Keith: "Nil to sixty in 4. Top speed: 175 MPH. Racing parts, and street legal."

The cars head to the last turn, and enter the straightway.


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Ford's own GT40 may be a Le Mans winning legend, but the Corvette's race tuning allow it to have similar performance, coming from a man with similar experience on the famed French roads of Le Mans.



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Rex: "That car's just OP, dude. OP."

Keith: "That sums up with the fact that: My dad kicks your dad in the face, dude."

Rex: "*gasp* That ain't wise to say if he's here."


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Gary: "Trust me, you've yet to meet his bigger brother."


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After the podium show, Keith went to congratulate and bust his dad.

Keith: "Hey, good show today, Pa'."

Louie Jr: "Thanks, son... wait. Keith?"

Keith: "That's right, old man. Don't worry. Home's kept safe. I know a guy who knows what fine security is."

Louie Jr: "Don't gimme that cock look, Keith. You're still ways behind me, even behind Jake too."

Keith: "Yeah. I know. I know."

Louie Jr: "What's brought you here anyways?"

Keith: "Gary."

Louie Jr: "Gary?"

Keith: "Says he's a racer, wants to show him what's what. That sort of thing."

Louie Jr: "When i think Gary, i think.."

Keith: "Yeah, i know. We had that conversation."

Louie Jr: "Alright. Since you're here, why not you teach him track etiquette? I mean, he must be street racin' if i got nothing on my radar."

Keith: "Say no more. I'll get my car ready. If you need a word with him, he's with Rex by the BBQ."

Louie Jr: "Hokay then."

Splitting up with Keith, Louie then sees Rex and Gary having some talk over lunch.

Gary: "You drive some sorta Godzilla?"


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Rex: "Yea. I used to 'go out' with Keith every weekend back in Japan. We'd lag the highways or raid the Fuji mountain roads every time. I swear we never get bored of the same route again and again."

Gary: "I ain't no expert, but touge's my thang because.. Hey, it's LJ! What up, dude?"

Louie Jr: "Mighty fine, kiddo. Sorry i had to whup your dad, Rex."

Rex: "No worries, Sir! Your driving was epic!"

Louie Jr: "Swell! And how you boys doing?"

Gary: "*swallows* You know.. just chilling."

Louie Jr: "You dragged my son out here for 'chilling' as you say."

Rex: "You're lucky to see me out in the sun. ROFL."

Louie Jr: "Whu?"

Rex: "Lingo."

Louie Jr: "Hmm.. what's with the world? Oh well.."

Rex: "It's cool. Now if you excuse me... *starts chewing*"

Louie Jr: "Of course. There ain't a scene i see Rex without him gobbling up some meat."

Gary: "You said it, dude."

Louie Jr: "Aside your dad, who could be halfway back to L.A. by now, why'd be the fattest superstar be here today?"

Like a certain prodigy, Rex's temper is on how his weight gets judged.

Being a guy who's worked hard to get past the regulation to endure FIA racing, he isn't pleased.


Rex: "Careful with that tongue, noob."

Louie Jr: "My bad."

Rex: "Hahaha! I don't hate you. I'm just waiting for my boss."

Louie Jr: "Boss huh? Oh, him. One of my sons is pretty much his good buddy, last i heard."

Rex: "It ain't Keith?"

Louie Jr: "Nope."

Rex: "Who is your other son, eh?"

Gary: "He a totally awesome dude, right, daddy-O?"

Louie Jr: "Jake's the meanest sonufa 🤬 i have ever raised."

Rex: "Jake? You mean.. Kuroiuma... the Dark Horse?"

Louie Jr: "You're so outta sync, Rex. Didn't you watch the 4th annual King of The Ring opening? The unmasking of my son?"

Rex: "Whoops. Hope they have a stream on it."

Louie Jr: "Come on, Gary. We head to the paddock and see my son burn rubber."

Rex: "He means it literally."

Gary: "I was afraid you'd mention that."

Louie Jr: "Tires and gas is what feeds my second son. He's, you can say, a robot."

Rex: "LOL! So true!"

Gary: "Man, what? Japan's all robot country, and had to cybernize him, or maybe, just 🤬 a 🤬, get what i sayin'? BEEP BOOP!"

Louie Jr: "Aahahaahaah!"

Rex: "LMAO dude! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Gary: "So, what, LJ? Paddock? I ain't that hungry anyways."

Louie Jr: "Come on. You can hand Rex what steak you don't finish."

Jumping off his chair, Gary moves towards the paddock, leaving Rex with a second helping of lunch.


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Misirlou
Dick Dale
King of The Surf Guitar: The Best Of Dick Dale & His Del-Tones.



Gary: "*Puts on headset* Sup, buddy?"

Keith: "Gary! Like my duds?"

Gary: "You ain't a 🤬, so maybe not."

Louie Jr: "Ah! Language."

Keith: "Pa'! I ain't no kid!"

His demeanor of joy and talent shows as he drifts by the Andretti Hairpin.


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Louie Jr: "A father's teachings don't get ignored in the long time, Keith!"

Keith: "Aww, Pa! You're embarrassing me in front of my friend!"


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Gary: "Don't fret, pops! I've seen Jake get to second ba.. whoops!"

Louie Jr: "Er-hem! Don't lean too close to the censor, or the admins won't like it."

Gary: "I'm always next to that censor. The :censored:ing censor's my mother :censored:ing homie, yo!"

Louie Jr: "*sigh* Are you here to trash talk or get some racing line lessons."

Gary: "I said sorry, right?"

No, you did not. By the way, we see Keith about to enter the Rahal Straight.


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Louie Jr: "You got this in the bag."

Keith: "Come on, Pa! You don't doubt the Rosses, you hear!"


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After making a grin on his face, Keith puts on a show upon entering The Corkscrew.


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Gary: "Ohh crap, that don't look good!"

Louie Jr: "Just you see what my son is capable of, gangster. Give him thousands of horsepower in any Corvette, and he's bound to surprise you."

Keith: "Turn it in... then POWER!"


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Louie Jr: "That's Jacob's technique. Am i glad he's one step closer."

Gary: "You know, it'd be Jake i'd rather watch, but that was the 🤬!"

Keith's studied, analysed and been around Laguna Seca countless times in his leisure.


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Louie Jr: "We got 1:34 on the clock, Keith. That was sloppy."

Keith: "Okay, okay! We'll get a serious lap in, alright?"

Louie Jr: "The more i shut my trap, the better, son!"

Keith: "Hahaha! Alright then."


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As Keith heads to the Mulsanne hairpin, Gary can't help but see something more professional on the opposite side of their team. Upon poking Louie, he turned off the communications.

Gary: "*whistles* who are these jocks?"

Louie Jr: "These must be Rex's boys. And that's the boss."

A man with a cloth turban unwraps it and heads into a more race regulated outfit.

Gary: "Whoo. An Arab in the states? That's pretty unusual."

Gary notices the emblem of the team.


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Gary: "Igneus? The 🤬 are they?"

Louie Jr: "Sounds like we got Pikes Peak and Dakar rally specialists. One of Bowler's top competitors."

The Igneus crew get out of sight.

Gary: "Whackos."

Louie Jr: "Well, for whackos, the boss is one of the more refined kings of the asphalt, whenever he gets there."

Scratching his head, Louie gets a fact that made this certain president pretty well known.

Your Revolution
The Qemists
Spirit in the System


Louie Jr: "And if I'm not getting this wrong, he's the infamous person to own the very 21st Reventon. Hmm... Idea!"


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Without giving a moment to pass, Louie heads back to the communicator.


Louie Jr: "Come in Keith."

Keith: "Loud and clear, Pa'."

Louie Jr: "Heads up for a big ass Lamborghini coming in."

Keith: "Kay. Aventador or Diablo, bring it on!"

Keith isn't expecting the modified Murcielago behind to be something of a rarity.



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The faster pace of the Reventon had it creep up to the Corvette by the Corkscrew.


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Keith: "Is that a Reventon?!"

Gary: "I'm afraid it is, buddy. You know what, your dad's gone to see the guys behind that V12 jet fighter, while i see you get wasted by their sultan."

Keith: "What?! I'm much better."

Gary: "For sure, you are, but.. you gotta convince the G-Dog."


Keith lowers his pace even more, to bring the Reventon up to him.

???: "What is it that boy plans to do with my private drive session?"

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With the cars placed neck to neck on purpose, Keith then powers on, syncing with the Reventon.


Song Progress: 1:25.


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Keith: "Come catch me if you can."

???: "He must be taunting me to get to him. I'll watch him with caution."

Cautiously following the Corvette, the mystery Arab brings his Reventon around the Andretti at a slower pace.


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But he's not going to shame his renown so easily.



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As the chase continues, Louie manages to get on the Igneus team radio.

Louie Jr: "Status report, Hamz!"

Hamza: "Louie? You're here? What a pleasant change of tone! I mean... Hamza Abdul, reporting in."

Louie Jr: "Good to hear you still remember our small codes."

Hamza: "To me, the experiences we had as chief and racer are unmatched. They mark my road down towards a greater speed."

Hamza's focus on the track isn't interfered with Louie getting to reminisce their days in the past.


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Louie Jr: "Think you can teach my in-obedient child a thing or two?"

Hamza: "Parenting sure is a pain, huh? Anything for you, Mister Louie."


While Louie can see Gary watch and analyze the situation, the intensity has gotten into Keith and Hamza. Keith uses the space to show up another drift..


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Only to be jumped by the very car that popularized the V-to-B method of speech.


Keith: "Damn it.. No more games."


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They say if Keith gets serious, he rivals even the talent of the enigmatic legend of his bigger brother. He overtakes Hamza as he slows for the Corkscrew.


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Hamza: "The boy is talented, i have to say. No wonder his team's done very well at the recent Le Mans.."


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Hamza: "He's yet to find the balance between joy and speed."

Louie Jr: "What you do, it better not make that Corvette another pile up."


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Putting away words for focus, Hamza closes in on the supercharged Corvette.


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Keith: "That's definitely a modified Reventon. Who even does that?"

The cars clash for a few reasons. Keith got bored, Gary wanted a focus, and Hamza wants to relax. If speed was relaxing, then everyone got what they wanted.


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Keith goes wide around the Andretti, giving Hamza the run in with his stealth bomber.


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Upon reaching the next few turns, Hamza's pressure allowed him to launch some attacks inside, going along his natural territory.


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Louie Jr: "The best seats in the house. And i can see you're enjoying it."

Gary: "Yeah. Seeing Keith at his limit made me think... you got some sorta mentality on the track, huh?"

Louie Jr: "Every racer' performance reaches a peak upon certain conditions. But, it's these conditions we have to find. Is it when they are pushed to their limit, or when they keep their cool? It's these aspects that make being their race chief a hard job."


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Louie Jr: "Keith finds his hot spot at the literal hot spot. And you've seen Jake race. His focus is placed at the other end of the spectrum."

Gary: "You've never witnessed J race firsthand."


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Louie Jr: "Yes, but the recordings the New Blacklist i borrowed from at the fourth annual King Of The Ring don't lie. He's the fastest racer in his world when he's confident."


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Gary: "How's bout you put me on the roll call on the awesome Ross family trained."

Louie Jr: "In your dreams, sport. Even Keith's a pain in the ass to deal with!"

The small brawl about to end, Keith ends up in a spot no racer want to end up in: desperation.

Keith: "Can't let Pa's pride loose again.. i can't lose here!"


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Putting all the power to the straight, the Corvette zooms past the Reventon, as per Hamza's intent.

Keith: "*exhales* Was this the right choice? I guess... yeah.."

Hamza: "He's desperate, but i have to commend him for trying.."


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Still on the throttle, Keith unintended the current manouver, leading him to put too much power, and had to understeer the beast.


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Losing control of the car's speed in exhilaration, he heads straight to the sand. This led to Hamza braking his car in the middle of the Andretti Hairpin to see what's happened.



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The two men exit their respective cars.

Keith: "There's no faster Reventon than the Dirty Arab's. And it is YOU!"

Hamza: "Salam. Your father and brother has taught you well, Mister Keith."

Keith: "So, what?"

Hamza: "It'd be no contest between you and me if i were to be all out."

Keith: "You're not lying, huh?"

Hamza: "By God, i sworn to Him that these words don't lie."

Keith: "(He's too honest. Gotta be positive..)"

Approaching with strife, suddenly they then pleasantly shake hands.

Keith: "That was a fine run, Mr. Dirty Arab."

Hamza: "Great racing come from no other than great racers."

Keith: "You can't imagine the hype inside my mind when i saw the Reventon coming."

Hamza: "Don't be too keen on getting a second battle, Mister Keith. You're more than a whole league behind my talents."


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Splitting up with a new rival, Keith dropped Gary off the Ross Mansion.

Keith: "Well, Gary. My pa's made fun of my talents again."

Gary: "This ain't his first round?"

Keith: "Nah. He's been pestering me like the cliche of father and child. It's not i don't like it, but.."

Gary: "Just appreciate your daddy's cool with you being here and all. I didn't tell you what the G-dog did with the G-daddyhehatessomuchhekillhimoopsspoilers."

Keith: "Seems like a day at the office."

Gary: "A pretty bad one, though."

Keith: "Alright. You tell your 🤬 Keith said hi."

Gary: "Dog, she ain't gonna like that, but we'll see."

Not knowing when else to meet, Keith says his farewell in regards to the Ross family. Gary's relieved that he's finally leaving this part of California, Gary heads back to the city.


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Along the route to L.A, Gary put's aside the car to a nearby factory to do one thing.


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Gary: "Hey buddy! Can you do a 🤬 a favor!"

Worker 1: "Umm, sure thing, bud. What'll it be?"

Gary: "Point me to the men's room or i gut you inside out."

Worker 2: "Hey, Joe, what's the hold up."

Worker 1: "Uhh, i dunno. Just Gary Dhetto the wanted street racer slash gangster wants to take a piss or something."

Worker 2: "Yeah, Mr Gary, your name's pretty famous around California. Go on, Joe. I'll tell the boss you're busy. The car's not leaving my sight."

Worker 1: "Yeah. Alright, follow me, Gary."

Gary: "Alright.. say.. weren't you in my gang?"

Worker 1: "Between you and me... let's say me and Rob just now played a role when you was rebelling your dad."


Leaving the Challenger on watch by the second worker, he sees another attractive car.


You Know You're Right
Nirvana
Nirvana



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The driver inside then parks, seeing the purple Challenger.


???: "If my intuition's correct as always, that's the car of that street racer. Gary, was it?"

The person exits the car, startling the worker on watch.

Worker 2: "Nice wheels, pretty."

???: "Hmpf. But it's nice to find appreciation."

Worker 2: "Yeah. Say, you're the Enigma's daughter, was it? Nirvana Kellen?"

Nirvana: "So that's what they're calling me? The so called 'daughter' of N.Z? That's a speculation that even I, Nirvana, have no confirmation of.."

Worker 2: "Always a spook, huh?"

Nirvana: "Get out of here. I want to speak with your associate. The man in the purple car. He's coming over here as we ramble."

With the worker heading back to work, Gary arrives in a not very sociable mood.


Gary: "You! Stay away, 🤬! The 🤬 are you doing, messing with my ride?"

Nirvana: "I'm guessing the word 'calm' don't exist in your dictionary."

Gary: "Well, what does your momma say about talking to strangers, huh?"

Nirvana: "Idiot.. I'll just have to introduce myself then. See the Cizeta?"


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Gary: "A what now?"

Nirvana: "Don't know? No matter."

Clacking her high heels, she heads back to her car to make an introduction.

Song Progress: 0:58


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Nirvana: "Nirvana's the name. Similar to thine, racing is my game."

Gary: "Hold on a minute, here.."

Nirvana: "Hmm? Doubting me?"

Gary: "Nah, it's just I've never heard of this Nirvana on any racing network i follow. And that's like.. all of them racing networks in the States."

Nirvana: "Oh.. I'm not like you at all. Unlike your name, I'm the one that prefers her name out of the people's eyes, but in their hearts. Sort of enigmatic."

Gary: "And what would some sneaky 🤬 would want with good old me?"

Nirvana: "Just hear me out."

Gary: "Huh?"

Nirvana: "The Domini mafia crew had expanded to the West Coast."

Gary: "Girl, you do know I'm a crime lord? I do my homework."

Nirvana: "Now, you won't know what's coming up ahead."

Gary: "Emm, alright. Shoot."

Nirvana: "They're coming. For you."

Gary: "What's the big deal?"

Nirvana: "The insides of the Domini empire aren't much of a stranger for one such as me. Each sibling works in one crime to profit. One such person looks for a street racer."

Gary: "And then this guy's just what, look for the best, bet on his ass and kaching! Money."

Nirvana: "Correct. Now, I'm only telling you here because you're the one."

Gary: "The one?"

Nirvana: "Yes, the one. Other than myself, who has an unknown reputation on these roads, you're their number one star. Their misused child. Their puppet. To be."

Gary: "Look, I'm not even a big one. Not even a superstar like anyone i know. Why'd they want me?"

Nirvana: "Your dossier even says: not a single loss. You're motivated, and that's got them off the chair."

Gary: "🤬.."

Nirvana: "I can see your face. You say that your motivation is still unclear. You're in it for something. Keep looking, and you can be like me, or anyone you know."

Gary: "You know, for a sneaky person, how'd you know I'd be here?"

Nirvana: "I didn't, at first.. i have my methods, you have yours."

Gary: "Smooth. I'm diggin' your tone."

Nirvana: "Dig all you might, but remember that Nirvana gave you a warning, and she's not wanting for you to mess up."

Gary: "Alright.."

Entering her Cizeta, she leaves the scene, leaving Gary to his own thoughts.


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Gary: "The motivation? Darn thing's just a hobby. But could i go further?"


Re-entering the Challenger with an empty mind and bladder, Gary leaves and heads back to the city.


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Later evening, in the neighborhoods.


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Gangster: "We'll keep the hood secure, boss. I'll get word on our boys. You keep your eyes peeled."

Gary: "Alright, peace out, dude."

Letting his gang's higher-ups go, Gary heads back to the Challenger, only to see an unwanted sight.


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A man and a woman, both in suits, wearing sunglasses. They get out of their Pontiac, and face the short, purple crime lord. A lone Gary turned uncomfortable when they step ahead of his Challenger's door.

Gary: "*sigh* Whatchu want, my autograph?"

Man: "We're here on request.."

Woman: "An opportunity, from the Domini."

Gary: "An opportunity, my ass. I mean, you wearing sunglasses on sundown. That just ain't right. Anyone can tell that ain't right."

Putting away their glasses, Gary senses bitterness.

Woman: "We didn't say you had any say."

Gary: "Whaaa! Come on. That ain't fair."

Man: "Mr. Gary of the Saints.. life isn't fair."

The man and woman immediately pull out their guns.


Woman: "Now, you will do as we request, or else."

Unfortunately for these two, Gary's trademark smug look kicks in.

Gary: "Heeheeheeheeheehee... hahahahahahaha!"

Still holding their guns in sight of their target, they witness Gary like they were in some sort of trap.

Gary: "Now you listen here, Jack and Jill. You may be big talk out east, but this is the West Coast, baby. You may have just set foot in the biggest sand trap ever, because.."


*Multiple gun cocks*


Around the scene laid out was men from common street gangsters holding their easily concealable guns, to policemen that turn to help against the two Domini henchmen. A woman with a baby stroller nearby even revealed the false carriage to be a storage place for an assault rifle.


Gary: "Why'd you walk straight into my turf, huh? You found me, yeah. But this is my city. My bunker, and my home. And I'm unstoppable when I'm home. Anyone can agree to that.."

With everyone nodding, the two people in fear disarm.

Gary: "Now, you best make sure my mercy's used properly, and 🤬 off, 🤬!"

They immediately went into their car and flee.


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With the situation all cleared, there's only one thing Gary did: dance.

Gary: "Aww yeah! Unce, unce, unce, whooo! Awww.. score one for.... YOR DUUM!"


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Headed back home, Gary opens the door and opens the lights.

Gary: "Gin! I'm baack... oh wait. She ain't home.."

Putting that bit of news away, Gary's curiosity had him wonder what she's doing.

He heads over to the house phone, looking for pre-recorded messages.


Gary: "Hmm.. as far as i know, Gin's not an internet savvy person or a mailboxer, so maybe the phone?"

Picking up the phone, Gary thought out loud for one certain fact.

Gary: "This client's gotta know she's with me, and i can think of very few peeps with that kinda info."

Then, he hears the message.

*replaying message*

Ginoa: "Gary D's residence. You're speaking to the maid."

???: "Maid, huh? How very cute."

Ginoa: "Cute? It's hard work! He pays me good too."

???: "Pay and hard work? How about you tell me what's this 'hard work' you speak of? You brush his pans? Walk his dog? Don't be stupid, Ginoa. I know it's you."

Ginoa: "Well.. what? Wherever you are, it won't be any longer you breathe happy."

???: "Calm down, Assassin. It's me. Your old associate, Clark."

Ginoa: "Clarkie?"

Clark: "(Oh please, just shut up with it..) Huh. I never thought you'd forget my.. rough voice."

Ginoa: "You can be anyone from this... muck of a phone Gary has."

Clark: "There has to be a time Gary has to learn to respect someone such as you. The man's talented, but imperfect."

Ginoa: "Hmm... I'll assume this isn't a social call. What needs to die?"

Clark: "Quick to the point, huh? I only hope you still have it in you to kill like the professional you always were."

Ginoa: "Don't you worry!"

Clark: "Stop jumping to conclusions.. details first. I want to call in that favor, and more."

Ginoa: "Alright.."

Clark: "First, a man needs to be shot. In the head. An FIA scumbag that's gone rogue. No traces, as always. Details over the cell."

Ginoa: "You won't realize it."

Clark: "Good girl. And a second thing.. i heard your 'family' is coming to make a visit the UK. To me, something smells, and i want proof. How about you come by and... make sure it's a joyful reunion, hmm?"

Ginoa: "You're pushing me with that.."

Clark: "We haven't discussed details."

Ginoa: "They come later for me. If Ama's part of this, I have to come in."

Clark: "One more."

Ginoa: "You said two things."

Clark: "Nothing personal, but I just want to see Gary in person again."

Ginoa: "Ho? And why would that be?"

Clark: "I have plans for him, if the rumors prove to be true."

Ginoa: "....."

Clark: "Something the matter?"

Ginoa: "Well.. you know the matter between killers and feelings."

Clark: "Ginoa. You're not perfect. There's nobody on Earth that places their feelings aside like rubbish. I know you're in it with Gary, ever since we've first met, though it baffles me how that started.."

Ginoa: "That's.. right, but i just don't want him under my blade or between our crosshairs. "

Clark: "Is that so? Tell you what, I'll have Gary moved to the UK another time. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with that. I have to go now. My brother's hassling me with a new car. Farewell."

*message ends*


Evidently, one can see Gary rubbing his eyes, finding out that he and the Assassin are to be coupled very soon. His heart sees light, and he needed to make an honest apology to Ginoa.

To make amends for the bad experience a night ago, Gary knows what he had to do. He went to pack his important travel tools in a small sports bag.

From clothing, to international documents, he readied what is needed.

As he puts his passport in, he hears a disturbing sound: a helicopter's. The proximity of the machine can be easily told by the loudness of its rotors.

One man isn't happy.


Gary: "What's with the ruckus?!"

The noise came from an army issued attack chopper. Even Gary hadn't anticipated such trouble, but he knew it had to come from somewhere.

With the chainguns about to spin, there's already no hope.


Gary: "Those Mafia :censored:s!"


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It didn't take long before Gary was headed to a more unknown and uncomfortable place under Mafia surveillance. He only knew he was still in L.A.

Man: "The boss will see you now."

Gary: "Alright. Who will i be talking to? The Don?"

Arriving to the room in due time, the man pulling the strings appear.

Don: "Indeed, you will be. *towards goon* Leave us; i want to talk in private."

With nobody else between the two, they get to business. One side of the table, the Don makes a mark on the guy sitting on the opposite.

Don: "Now.. let me express my interest in your efforts to push my goons away like that."

Gary: "Whoop de doo."

Don: "Hmmf."

Gary: "I just do what i do naturally to threats. No hard feelings, but none of your boys got hurt. Just their pride."

Don: "And i thought you were just some stupid ass. The sort that speaks with that filthy tongue of yours are classed rather low in the intelligence scale."

Gary: "Everyone is different, mister Don. I'm not really a smart ass, but you know i am one that's deserving of such leadership, yo."

Don: "And one too valauble to kill. You've proven youself as an asset."

Gary: "Well, I'm touched. Maybe make a statue of me somewhere in your head bust full of spaghetti and meatballs."

Don: "You've also proven yourself more towards one that others hate to see."

Gary: "I'm a natural."

Don: "Do tell, or should i say.. not."

Gary: "Cut to the chase, Donnie. What'chu want?"

Don: "Well *clears throat*. As you can already tell, my organization has been growing to the many cities of this nation. As the son that's chosen to make the west coast in our name.. we want your help."

Gary: "Help? Ohh hoho! Help i will, but.. i got this feelin it's not favorable for my fellow saints, eh?"

Don: "I'm afraid it's you join us alone, or we kill you. Think it through. We give you 2 days. Maybe more since you spared my goons."

Gary looked around the room to see the amenities similar to a person in death row: luxurious, but eerie.

Gary: "Cool. But why under your custody?"

Don: "Just the respect between me and you. We'll treat you well."

Gary: "Well, :censored, sounds good to me. (And i have plans to leave this country too.. 🤬!)"


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Gary had no plan to leave in a hurry.

But he was thinking between the situation he got himself into. He really had no clue in deciding to destroy his foundations or getting his way out. This is a man who thought of others.

Lying on the provided bed, his phone has hardly any signal, and he's got no way out until the day he's going to kill himself, figuratively.

The only thing he thought of doing was taking a nice long sleep.



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There isn't anything that could wake up Gary at 9 AM, with a sleeping pattern more crooked than that of a mutated banana.

That is, until he hears a crude sound.


*CRANK*

A black hooded figure enters with the crowbar that was used.

Gary: "*yawn* Is it breakfast time?"

Nirvana: "No, but is Nirvana's time to get you out."

Gary: "Huh?"

Like a child and a nightmare, Gary held the blanket like a weapon.

Gary: "Holy 🤬! The reaper!"

Nirvana: "*Sigh* How is it your mind process remind me of a chimpanzee's."

Lowering the hood that covered her face, Nirvana reveals her intents.

Nirvana: "An attack chopper. Truly, one such move Nirvana couldn't even see."

Gary: "You have to be so cryptic, huh? What are you, Christopher Columbus?"

Nirvana: "Nirvana Kellen."

Gary: "That was rhetorical."

Nirvana: "Doesn't matter. We have to get you out."

Gary: "Why?"

Nirvana: "You're caught, and that's not good for my talents."

Gary: "Talents for what, being right?"

Nirvana: "Correct."

Gary: "*sigh*, but i think you can't send me home?"

Nirvana: "No, but i have your luggage.."

Gary: "(Wha?) Dude, just jump off a cliff, but thanks anyways."


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After a stealth mission, Nirvana had to move far, and quick. Moving away from L.A, the Cizeta gets some action. Swooping by the pre-L.A rush, nothing stops them heading to their destination.


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Nirvana peered right to see the bag and Gary, seemingly like a kangaroo and her child.

Nirvana: "Tell me, what's with the bag?"

Gary: "Umm, nothin. Just got my particulars."

Nirvana: "Looked like you were prepared to get out of town."

Gary: "I was, and it ain't got you written all over it, kay?"

Nirvana: "Play that way, and i won't tell you anything."

Gary: "Just as intended, sneak."


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*RINGTONE*

Nirvana: "Pick that up."

Gary: "How'd you know that ain't yours?"

With Nirvana not looking impressed, he took out his vibrating smartphone to see Ginoa on call.

Gary: "Yo!"

Ginoa: "Umm.. Gary."

Gary: "What's going on, Gin? Sounded like you was caught by bad guys or what."

Ginoa: "It's not that. I'm.. going to make an admission."

Gary: "Admit away."


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Ginoa: "I can't go back to the killing game. I just.. I.. No.. if anyone sees me like this, I'm toast. But it's what I'm feeling."

Gary: "Gin. Are you... crying?"

Ginoa: "What does it.. sound li-like?"

Gary: "Yep, that's tears. Listen, how about you tell me where you at?"


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Ginoa: "Erh.. I.."

*hangs*

Gary: "Dammit! She's so withdrawal on her emotions!"

Nirvana: "She?"

Gary: "Ermm.. nothing."

Nirvana: "The Assassin's your friend on that call."

Gary: "Yeah. I don't want to know how you do that. By chance you got a phone tracker?"

Nirvana: "I'm no deus ex machina, Gary. Now, how about you tell me what she muttered about?"

Gary: "She's just sobbing like a baby. It ain't her first time, but if i don't do something quick, she gonna go all hell breaks loose.."

Nirvana: "Well, do you know anything that'll give her a waterfall's reason to the eyes?"

Gary: "Well, there's one thing.."


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Gary: "Acrophobia."


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LAX. 10 AM.

Magic Power
Truimph
Allied Forces


A few skidmarks made, the Cizeta made a fast stop by the departure terminal. Gary exits the passenger seat, bidding farewell to the enigma.


Nirvana: "Well, till the future brings us together again.. Gary."

Gary: "So long, spook."

The Cizeta leaves Gary's sight. With hardly any time to waste, Gary heads in.


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Soon, a boarding gate for London Heathrow was called.

Ginoa, with a First Class ticket, was called at the earliest convenience. With other passengers heading in, she couldn't bear herself to enter the plane.

Both her emotions in move, the sight of Gary was a rather confusing one.


Ginoa: "So.. you found me?"

Gary: "Hey, girl. Lemme move ahead and say: I heard what you say bout' me."

From a downward look, the Assassin sees a new version of Gary. One that seems to shine like a knight.

Gary: "You speak of love to me, girl. When i took you out last two nights, G-dog's never saw that side of you. My car told me the car's the way out, but it's wrong. Yeah, I ain't perfecto, but if you keep on doing this to me, it be the cinema again, and again."

Ginoa: "Gary Dhetto.. you know my heart's broken. You.. you.."

Gary: "Gin. You ain't getting on this flight without me."

Ginoa: "What? What're you talking about?"

Gary: "Really? You gonna play this game, girl? You tell so little how you scared of them heights. That's the only thing that you cry aloud about, aside me, that is."

Standing up, Ginoa sees Gary's brand new resolution to help out.

Ginoa: "So.. you know.."

Gary: "The mission. The C.K. The family. Yep. I gotta get outta this country for reasons you don't wanna know. We're going to London, baby! What, you ain't glad?"

Ginoa: "No. You have an assassin that's.. glad in every single way possible."

Holding hands, we see a love that's long been burning, but not as hot as today. They head to the boarding gate, happier to see each other, ever.

Gary: "Alright! Them blokes ain't gonna see me coming!"


FIN BONUS



Author's Notes



- None i'd really like to share, but how's a last hurrah feel like? It'll be a long time before i get back into Chapter 1. Well, aside from the lack of interest and the inefficient ratio of work I'm doing for (any of) you all, i don't know if there's an audience here for me. As far as things go, there really isn't anything i deem too boring to read, or nothing too uninteresting. Let me know what's the hubbub.

- Unintroduced new characters are developed and ready for Dawn Of The Mythic. Let's say the author decided to preview them for a bit. SEE THE VARIETY, TASTE THE VIOLENCE.

- Gary isn't going to lead a chapter of his own, despite his position as the Author's favorite. I think, compared to others, his character style is too common and not proper to be protagonist, and pretty much 30% of his speech will consist of 🤬. This is the best i can do with him.

- Reverted back to Legacy of the Dark Horse style: simplistic, but with an ounce of detail noticeable.


Starring..


- Ginoa Fantoccia. The infamous Assassin. Was confirmed dead a year ago by law enforcement, and feared for many reasons. A natural at the killing art, claiming to be a walking weapon. Very few have seen her true form and live.


- Gary Dhetto. Former gangster living in Los Angeles. A wealthy actor, criminal and failure of a rapper at the same time. Is the playa of the streets, and a natural with the gun. Apparently got into street racing recently, and getting promising results from it as well. Ding dong, he's also the favorite of mine.


- Laura Bradley-Ross. Only known as the loving wife of Louie Ross Jr, Laura's life is mostly acted behind the curtain as the one that raised two prominent names of racing today.


- Keith Ross. Son and successor of the Corvette Captain Louie Ross Jr. A fun, light hearted fellow who's also a fan of Japan, but more of a fan on the car he's well known for: the Corvette. His talent rivals many if he can drive any Corvette like a real master.


- Rex Ericcson. A geeky, overweight American with a purpose on track: to prove he isn't a loser, and pushing life of speed. Aside from his l33t speak haunting his friends and his sensitivity to own weight, he aspires to be one prominent racer of today, garnering NASCAR talent and GT500 on his CV.


- Louie Ross Jr. A racer of old. Louie's talent comes in the form of him taming the classic Corvettes of legend, granting the name from his fans and colleagues alike: The Corvette Captain. Aside from his wealth and collection of cars, Louie Jr's passion is in seeing his two children succeed him in his racing legacy.


- Nirvana Kellen. An enigma with a name, a face, and a cold personality, but unknown to what followers she might have is the racing skills she has driving a rather potently dangerous supercar. With unknown origin and relevance to the racing world, her name rivals many as the real racer to be rumored about.


- "The Don" Donatello Domini. An influent man in the street racing scene in the US. Amongst his siblings leading the family name in crime, Don's field is in street racing, and looks far and wide to find the best ones for the job. And money is all over these shady doings.


- Clark Kayne. The Messiah of street racing. Experienced after years of street racing, Clark puts effort that makes him both talented and rich, while also carries tendencies to be a jerk, and is very violent to those he dislikes. One of the Mythic trainers.


The machines of speed, under one roof.


- Gary's Challenger SRT8 "Gauntlet Of Midas". With a special, durable plating and bulletproof windows, the Challenger once served as Gary's drive by machine. To make up for the engine damage that almost always comes, Gary sent it through the many West Coast garages to make it a 800 hp tank of destruction, and super speed, able to reach 230 MPH.


- Ginoa's Ferrari F40 "Spectre". once belonging to an assassination target with wealth mimicking the Sultan Of Brunei and with the garage of a car nut as well. On his day of death, Ginoa found the lone F40 amongst other sports cars, and having a small window of time to take it from the burning garage as an escape tool. From then on, they bonded, but in a way that isn't like any ordinary racer and car.


- Keith's Corvette C6 ZR-1 "Silver Tongued Devil". After about a year of racing in Japan, Keith set out to get his own Corvette, in the form of the overkill C6 ZR-1. Having a supercharged V8, it's more amazing to see Keith actually taming it for a guy his age, rivalling the Stig, possibly in Corvette control.


- Louie Jr's Corvette C3 Convertible "Shooting Star". In Louie's heyday, this car was the very car that had him start his career in racing. Mixing around from daily drives to 3 hour races, this Corvette's race tuned performance also shines, reaching a street legal time of 7:34 on the Nurburgring.


- Rex's Nissan GT-R '07 "Legendary Kaiju Of Alacrity +10". During his career as a GT500 racer, Rex drove a modified GT-R for his team. He didn't want to forget such an experience he had, and bought a GT-R after his first year. One can say this and Keith Ross' Corvette butted heads more often than they ever do on track.


- Hamza's Reventon "Raptor". A special birthday present from his family for the launching of Igneus' success in it's early days. Hamza was astonished, but it really isn't his sort of car. Driving it under the respects of his family, Hamza's opinion slowly changes.


- Nirvana's Cizeta-Moroder V16T "Splitting Image". A real shady character, with a not so shady car. The origins? Could it be possible that Nirvana is somehow related to racing in a way?



SomeDude's Tips V2: Running back the basics. What to make sure to have in writing.


Crouching story, hidden tips!

Not biasing on my fiction or anything, this is a general guide to make stories, what the kids say... 'cool'.

- Capture the emotion!
Well, this is too difficult to explain. Emotion is strong when it's presented properly, laid out properly and moving enough to change something. I'm not sure i can make an example other than Hayato's gaiden above. The scene where he parts with his loved one is the best i could do at this. It moved Moto-san, and it led to such pain to him. And don't think about the big NOOOO or scream. It just ruins it for me. A more moving death would be one where a much sympathetic character takes the death's embrace.

- Ask yourself before inserting this into the plot: would someone read it and be impressed?
Copy pasting from my initial tips, the only thing i sought to insert into my story was, you guessed it, more readers. A typical story is typical. What if you added sugar on that story? It'd be a typical story, but it's also sweet. Some people like sugar, and some diabetics don't, so take account of Morton's Fork on this.

- Make it all fresh.
I've ranted on monotony one too much, so..

- Discourage calling your work fan fiction, and turn it all into great, original fiction.
I know, there's no fan in Gran Turismo aside from the racing simulation we got. The cars and the things. If you made a story similar to Romeo And Juliet, it'd be more likely your readers would go away an to read Romeo And Juliet.

- Don't focus on overly detailed or overly simple.
You don't have to mention that small clump of hair having dandruff or not in that specific scene. Also, don't put scenes that's not supposed to make any sense or have no relevance to the plot.

- Feedback needs to be constructive, or none at all. Hold back on being negative.
I read Jordan's linked article on 'Why Some People Dislike Everything' and it's easily an engrossing read. Some people hate you for no reason whatsoever, and don't make it the very reason you have a vendetta. I've stopped giving feedback to every other story in the forum or i might accidentally start on the hate. Don't get me wrong, i do read them, but I'm struggling to enjoy them. I can't get any of it in my heart, and that's me crying in retrospect that those story won't have me as a real fan. This doesn't mean i hate it whatsoever. Giving up to be a loyal fan sucks, and don't take this statement of mine the wrong way, mmkay?

- Asking for advice is a plus!
You can carry any burden with the help of another person. Did they enjoy it? Will they expect other people to enjoy? More minds are the ally of making the work much less biased to oneself, and reach a wider audience.

- On presentation, focus on fixing own mistakes, not window dressing.

A car that can move is better than a car that has a stripe and wing, but can't get moving.



Coming Up:


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Senna the Legend, and Sonny The Badass.


A multi part race report (with a story touch), starring the Formula Gran Turismo and the Lotus 97T.

Be sure to check the Senna/Ratzenberger Tribute Thread.






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Gary: "Girl, we've been off this flight for 2 hours. Lemme go!"

Ginoa: "Hah.. i know, but.."

Gary: "C'mon! Don't make me get claustrophobia!"

Ginoa: "I'd like to see that."

Gary: "GRRRR! GI-NOW-AAAAAARRGHH!"

Ginoa: "Hahahah."

*man approaches*

Clark: "Quaint."

Gary: "🤬! C.K! Urmm.."

Ginoa: "Not.. letting.. go.."

Clark: "Hmpf. Nash wouldn't like to see an unneeded change of plans. Nevertheless, come over, you two."


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Gary: "How's C.K take care of my Ghetto Barge?"

Clark: "How's a 79% win percentage and a priority bounty from the Yard do for you?"

Ginoa: "A car that's worthy of potential? I like."

Clark: "How out of place for you, Assassin."

Ginoa: "Don't you hate living with a guy that mopes over this like 🤬?"

Clark: "Hahah.. Gary. You don't mind?"

*tosses keys*

Gary: "Aight."

Clark: "And remember: left side."


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Gary: "Baby, do i miss you.."

Ginoa: "Gary, can i still hold you?"

Clark: "You can hold me if it comforts you."

Ginoa: "Hell no, Clarkie. You stench of the devil."

Clark: ":censored:ing.."



























THANKS FOR READING
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I've been hammered and tormented to near extinction..


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And wounded beyond heal..

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But to give up is to be weak, and never will i cope with that in my life.


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~ Legends don't die; they only get stronger.

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Fearless, and uncompromised.


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The Messiah hands out a challenge to all the frail ones..


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But i want one. The one that'll help bring back myself as Maximus.


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~ The stakes too high for anyone aside myself. Pathetic.

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With Nash out of his hiding hole, there has to be one other..


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One that'll succeed us..

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And by us, i mean by one name of legend... N.Z!


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~ My prized beast.. it feels majestic to see you roar and hunt again.

Jaguar XJ220 "King Of The Wild Beasts"



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Tainted is this world from my eyes.


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Speed corrupts too many, even myself.


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But i understand to use it for the sake of Justice, and to reach the age of Law's dominance!


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~ The gavel itself. The carrier of shackles. Justice be served.

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SomePlayaDude presents..


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The unveiling of Chapter 4..


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A chapter of real speed, starring the world's fastest customers..



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It seemed like forever..


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Escaping the chains that bind me.. it means i have work to do.

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But, for revenge or for a new purpose? Decisions i have to make..


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~ Japan as my witness, the idiots fall victim to my real abilities...

Pagani Huayra Carbon Edition "Violent Wind"



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Chapter 1: Fiery Blaze begins next week.
 
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Filler.

I have to do this or else i will be filling one whole page with more than 300+ pictures of pain and mischief. That's bad.

That i hope is okay, with you, forum mods? (till i reach a 2nd page)
 
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