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WEST PARK CITY
SHROUD MOUSE ST.
FEBRUARY 17TH, 2025
12:36 AM
Four cars line up at a stop light. Two in the front, two in the back. The front two cars looked like they belonged to the same crew, with a spray painted lightning bolt on each bumper.
The left car was a Dodge Viper that was yellow with a large thick black racing stripe going down the top of the car, and a yellow sun on the hood. The underside of the car flicked between glowing a vibrant yellow and a ghostly white.
The car to the right was a hot pink Mitsubishi Lancer Evo with black accents along the bends and creases of the car body. Stars graced the sides of the rims and a large ‘23’ was painted onto the top of the car. Just like the Viper, this car had an underside glow. Instead of the yellow and white, it was a solid pink.
The back left car had the same lightning bolt on the bumper. It was a BMW M3 with a matte black finish and blue and white lightning bolts surrounding the entire car. It was a low riding car, and there was no underside glow, but instead had light blue tinted headlights with masking tape covering the light in an X-shape.
The final car did not belong to this crew, as it instead had a precisely painted on chess piece with bold lettering of the word ‘GAMBIT’ underneath. The Dodge Charger was a deep red, and had flames wrapped onto the sides of the car that made it look like they were being emitted from the tires. The headlights were an orange tint, the underside glow was the same vibrant color as the headlights.
Peering through the window, the yellow car’s driver had a bright bleached hair look and a lip piercing that glistened in the traffic light in front of her. She did not blink once as she stared at the red glow that came from above. Her heart pounded with the same intensity of the hue of the light. She did not want to leave this race empty-handed, her and her crew refused to let the degenerate man win that ten thousand dollars. They had gone through multiple races through the tournament to get here, and they weren’t about to give up.
The light flashed green, and all four engines roared in a harmonized chorus as they took off in seconds, reaching sixty miles an hour in what felt like to be mere moments.
The turns were jagged, and the sheer force of it opened pits in their stomachs considering they should have been used to it by now. Their eyes could not be taken off of the road in front of them, as one wrong turn could send them to the hospital or to the doorstep of death himself.
Places began to take hold, and it looked to be the black BMW to be neck and neck with the red Charger. Their cars had been so close together, they could trade paint at any hiccup. The more the race progressed, the more their heart rate picked up.
Though the race was an odd number, it didn’t stop the Charger from overtaking all three members of the crew. There was only a few hundred meters left in the race, how hard would it be for him to keep this lead?
Very hard, actually.
The pink car’s engine roared as nitro burned through the tank, catching up to the Mustang in what felt like milliseconds. The driver of the Mustang cursed at the pink Lancer as it flew past him.
The Lancer driver looked in their rear view mirror, smiling as she watched his car grow faintly out of the view.
Red flares lit up the end of the road, which signaled the finish line, and the pink Lancer of the dominant crew was the first to cross, submitting them as the victor of ten thousand dollars.
This was only the beginning of a rivalry. What follows, changed the scene of street racing in West Park City forever.