00Redline

1. Vigilante Emerging from the concrete pillar, vigilant of her surroundings, she reeled back in shock. She didn’t like what she saw. An acid tank, bullets, smashed glass and blood wasn’t exactly a picturesque sight for an exhibition: especially with bodies, one paralysed and two dead, in the centre of it all. Even an eccentric artist wouldn’t come up with this. Not a nice exhibition…unless you were a psycho killer. Oh how she wished she had been dead, right there and right then. At least she’d never have been able to have witnessed this. In the short deafening space of forty-eight hours, she’d suffere

Rod 'Torque' Redline 8-August-2011-1440 hours- Location: New York, Brooklyn Well...I don't think this day could've gotten any worse. Whoops; I spoke too soon. **** The room I was looking down upon was much similar to the last I had encountered; like an arena. The sides of this so-called 'arena' were sealed off with barriers of glass. Paying attention to the scenes below, I hadn't noticed a familiar face behind me, emerging slowly and slyly, like the devil coming for my soul. And to top it off, I hadn't activated my disguise. I hadn't realized this until his mere reflection dawned upon me on the glass, and before I had time to fight back, h

Mercedes ‘McKenzie’ Jones Time: Unknown/ Location: Unknown So here I am, in a cage waiting for someone to save me. Yeah, as if that's going to happen. Nobody even knows where I am. I don't even know where I am. All I know is that I’m the president’s daughter, locked in a cage over highly corrosive acid. Some dude with green racing colours is looking at me in a very perverted way and that if I don't do something soon, I am going to die. Every now and again, he kept trying to hit on me, which pissed me off quite frankly. He’s not even my type, for my abductor. “Hey hot stuff, nice ass. You and I could go on

Rod 'Torque' Redline 8-August-2011-0630 hours- Location: Radiator Springs, CA Great! This is just what I needed. I was practically asking for it with my 'if they really want to risk that sort of exposure then they can be my guest'. Now I have to go on a mission which will probably be the worst mission of my life. Except for a small setback; I really don't know what the mission is exactly. If I know anything, it's that he's a man of his word. He wouldn't back out of a COO deal so easy. Yet, he was willing to drop me entirely...calm yourself, Redline. Now, I really wish I'd laid off the alcohol yesterday. At the time, downing that Champagne,

7-August-2011-1830 hours- Location: Radiator Springs, CA Rod was driving down the empty stretch of the mother road, just enjoying the view and the warm breeze blowing in his face and hair. It wasn’t every day Rod did something like this. It had been two weeks since he was discharged from the hospital and adapting to life in his absence. Not a thing had changed. The C.I.A. were still corrupt and wary of him as ever. Upon returning to HQ on the 30th, following days after being discharged from the hospital, he had received mixed reactions. Some were overwhelmed with joy seeing that Rod was still alive, others looking like they had just se

08-July-2011- 0013 hours: Location- Tokyo, Japan Tokyo at night was a spectacular thing. Tall skyscrapers and beautiful, innovative architecture was crammed into an area measuring over two-thousand kilometers of square land. The neon lights, highways and vehicles defined city life further.  Whether cars were leaving streaks of neon in their wake, if people had parties to attend, people and/ or places to see, it didn’t matter. The sight, sounds, smells…Tokyo was amazing. This was a stark contrast to a rundown warehouse in Tokyo, laid out next to a river, opposite the city and a few miles away. Inside, the place was poorly lit, a