Icy eyes froze behind the darkness, a feral essence, a cold prowl creeping beneath the fog. Condensation glazed the glossy coat of a lightning blue Toyota Magnum. The east's sea sprayed, night clouds swirling beneath the moon. District Nine's vice-captain Longwang, had a short perm, rough stubble below the nose. His puffy nostrils would sometimes flare as his eyes squinted whilst he tried to make out was behind the mountain's hair.
"Who's there? If ya got somethin' ta say, then show yourself!"
The gaze slowly melted away as a young man became visible; he was covered in plaid, a low taper fade, his shining bleached hair in a smooth-bowl shape. Longwang shifted backwards as he noticed the fierce gaze of the money hungry man in front of him. Shit! Is that really him? District 2's leader…
"Where is it?" Ea'Sol asked.
"Excuse me?" responded Longwang.
"The race…I was informed the Black Stallion would take to the dirt tonight."
"Ah, it's happening in District 20."
"I see…then answer me this, why is a District 9 dog on my turf."
"Eh! What you just call me? I was tryin' ta be polite, but seems ya wanna start something."
"Not today, but know this. You stood on my land, that comes with a cost."
"Huh?"
A blue chain made of oxidized coins slowly gripped Longwang, his body quickly slumping to the ground.
"What h-have you…"
"As I said, you stood on my land, you must pay, no matter what it is, one must put up something equivalent to the price to stand on my land," Ea'Sol said coldly.
In treetops scattered across the mountainside, many squatters were to see the bout that was about to begin. Sedric stood with hardened animosity as Dante leaned back in a rather submissive position.
"Get up, twink! Where is he? Where is the one who took out my brother?!"
"Sedric… You should know the best how things are down round here. Don't look at me horse, win your answer."
"Hands on the wheel, I'll drive smoke up those gaudy eye tinters!"
In mere minutes, Sedric: Captain of the Blue Needles, the Black Stallion himself, revved up a Mazda MX-5, blacker than lacquer. Just beside another car, inside with hands prep sat the Racing Dragoon himself, representing District Twenty, Dante Hamel-En. The Ossi GH-90 purred like a slumbering dragon, its beat was steady, leaving a cool exhaust as the count came. In seconds both cars flew, in a blink they were off. Everyone's radios were dialed in on the report. Who would win?
If Sedric wins: Information on the disappearance of his brother would be provided.
If Dante wins: The Blue Needles disband, all districts under their jurisdiction come under Dante's leadership and a new gang will be formed.
Coming down the mountain off the lead the Black Stallion steers with coursing chaos, cutting corners choppily, sparks danced as he nearly came to a perpendicular slide with the road.
Damn, his cuts are insane. Hank thought. "If only they had more members who were slightly better, they could give us a real run for our money."
"But now that Wess is supposedly out do they even matter anymore?" replied Paul.
"True, even if Dante lost it wouldn't change the outcome other than the slight loyalties of the remains of the Blue Needles. They're finished either way."
"Hank, the East just got a whole lot weaker…"
"I know…"
"With the pressure from the south, I don't know if we got much we can do."
"The only reason we have lasted this long is because of our size and certain abilities, but now other groups are catching up. The North is springing up with talent and the South keeps on trying to expand."
"Maybe we should play it like the western gangs."
"Those are less like gangs and more like corporations. A bunch of gas guzzling car heads stand no chance. All we have is speed, to keep our carefree world we have to find a way to band together like the others."
"…"
"Looks like Dante is gonna finish it on the uphill, Sedric just had the better car, but that Dante, was he always that good? His control is insane. What gang was he a part of again?"
"Uh, I think he was just a leader in the 20th, not much is known about him. Heard he had a band in the 7th a couple years ago."
"Was he under someone?"
"Nishant I believe."
"Nishant? Hmm…never heard of him."
Panting, his body drenched, it hurt to pry his hands from the wheel, the leather clinging to his skin. I lost…me? To some…who the fuck! Sedric went ballistic, blasting the door off his car.
"You're dead!"
"Is that all you brothers ever say?"
"Huh! Who?" Sedric said, whipping his head back.
"You can call me Rad."
"Hahaha, Daler! You're finally here!" Dante shouted as he carefully crawled out of his seat into the open air.
"You…" Sedric mumbled.
The crowd billowed largely, Sedric was surrounded. He took a deep breath raising his hands. He slowly took off his coat, pulled out a lighter. On the ground, lit ablaze was a jacket with Blue Needles slowly melting off of it.
"There, District 19 is yours, but not for long. Watch your back Azure Dragon."
"Azure Dragon, did Dante just get a legit title?" a drunk kid said appropriately.
Sedric quickly drove off into the dark night, his eyes bleeding with hatred. His car door sadly left behind. Rad couldn't care less about the most noticeable blood-lust trailing behind. For all he could focus on was the loud cheers around the fire as a new force was about to be born, and the first of many AzureDragons to come was created.