PROLOGUE
It was a Saturday afternoon, and the sun hung low as it glowed through the trees as Viola sat on the porch playing Beethoven on her handmade redwood violin, which seemed to glow crimson in the sun. Through her instrument’s song, there was the clicking of a ratchet. On the concrete driveway, Fluke worked on a now well tuned, twin turbo 5.7 litre V8 from ‘03 Dodge Ram 1500. Beside him was a grey rally tuned EVO VIII and behind the rally car was a pearl white ‘74 Challenger with a matte black hood with a HEMI hood scoop. Viola finished and set the violin down, and asked with a smile, “Are you almost finished?”
“Yep,” Fluke chirped before he paused to push his black mane out of his eyes. “I need to cut my mane,” he said with a grin as he began to work. Viola giggled, and trotted over before kissing him on the cheek, before hugging him from behind. “We’ll be having pumpkin soup tonight,” she said.
“Awesome” Fluke said, still grinning. After Viola went inside, Fluke had finished installing the Holly headers and a HKS dual cold air intake. He dropped the engine into the Challenger, and welded the exhausts before putting it in, and hooking it to the six speed manual transmission, and completing his work. Side exit exhausts made it look like a T/A Challenger.
It had black 19" Volk Rays GT-C, an adjustable rear lip spoiler, S.E.V. Marchal fog lights in the grill, and an adjustable front lip spoiler. He put the black hood back on, and put the hood pins back in place. He looked at the Lancer with black BBS LM rims, APR Performance mirrors, S.E.V. Marchal rally lights, a roof scoop, and removed bumpers. It made around 600 hp and was tuned by Viola, who put rally stage training gears on it, and had won the Horsigan Trail rally last year. This Challenger was also made to race. He stared on just as the mail truck pulled up. He noticed the mail mare drop a gold envelope into the mailbox, and trotted over as she left. He withdrew the envelope and opened it to find a letter that said:
Dear Fluke and Viola Wrenchturn, You have been invited to race across the country as a team with Speedy Silverstreak. If you three win, then you will each receive one hundred million bits if you win. If you so choose to participate, then you will meet in New Port City’s port.
He then went inside to show Viola.
MEANWHILE IN THE CANTERLOT RACING SCHOOL
“I swear period three, If you fail this test, you're leaving my school to cry into your trust funds.” Speedy said at the young teenage students who were nervous standing in front of their teacher. Behind him sat a cream colored 1971 Chevrolet Monte Carlo equipped with a Mitchell Hardcore 632 engine, Richmond T-10 4 speed transmission, and a Moser 12 bolt rear end sitting on 13 inch Cragars on Hoosier street slicks.
“Wickerson!” a cream colored unicorn with a black and white mane stepped forward shaking. “In the car, three laps, if you go under a hundred at all you fail. Got it?!” Speedy said at the unicorn who quickly saluted and ran to the car. Within three seconds the car was gone with a puff of smoke.
Speedy sighed as the local mailmare flew towards the school. He smiled at the wonky eyed mare as she smiled back and handed him his mail. Speedy sighed as he saw the top of the pile a notice from the city board. Since the incident with Fluke, the police had cracked down on Speedy which caused him to go into debt. Unfortunately due to lack of evidence the city apologized for the harshness but refused to pay him back. As he tucked the envelopes away he noticed a golden one within the pile.
As he read it his eyes widen in shock. ‘They want me to race again and for a higher reward?!’ Speedy thought ‘I can pay off the school and not get this place shut down!’ Speedy quickly went and waved down the driver and called all his students to him. “Kids” he said with a big smile “How would you like to receive some extra credit?”
BACK IN HORSIGAN: 7:30 P.M.
“Fire it up,” Viola chirped. BROOM! The car belched as it roared to life. “It’s alive! ALIVE!!!!” Fluke yelled with a manic laugh. The HID kit shown bright white with the halogens as the car shimmied in idle. The many tiny LED bulbs glowed as one in the bright tail lights. Fluke gave it gas, and it screamed past 9,000 rpms before there was a puff and a hiss from the blow off valves as he let off of the gas. “Sounds good,” Viola shouted. BROOM, the car belched once again as he killed the ignition. “Did you test the battery kill switch,” she asked as she looked at the butchered dashboard of switches, gauges, and wires.
From a package from the same sender, was a GPS that was installed to the left of the Sparco steering wheel. Viola had installed the GPS she got on her Lancer, and had fitted a spare tire on the roof rack. Both cars had fuel cells filled with high octane for the race, and camping gear just in case. “Next Friday,” Viola said with a faraway look in her eyes, “Here to Coltifornia.” “Yep,” Fluke said as they gazed at their cars. “Promise me you'll be careful,” she said with a longing gaze at her buck. “I’ll be by your side at the end. I promise,” he said as she hugged him. They then turned and went inside for the night.
“Is there such a thing as too far, in a game where the only perspective that matters are theirs and not yours? Will you push the boundaries of your own psyche to win? It’s your choice detective”- The Needle Nose Killer ‘60
BURNOUT: A Story By Speedy Silverstreak and Oliver Hellfire
Reptilia, The Strokes
Thanks to our readers, and Mystic Moon for his/her friendship.
BURNOUT: A Story By Speedy Silverstreak and Oliver Hellfire
Reptilia, The Strokes
Thanks to our readers, and Mystic Moon for his/her friendship.
Fluke arrived after Viola performed a drift into a parking spot next to a white ‘65 Ford Galaxie with dark tinted windows, a stock car rear lip spoiler, black American Racing VN427 rims, and a drop kit. Oliver stood next to it, and had set his black crash helmet on the matte black hood. Fluke parked to the left of the well built car. “Hey, what are you doing here,” Fluke asked.
“I’m here for the race,” he stated with a grin at Fluke. “How’s it goin’ dude,” he chirped.
“It's going well,” Fluke said.
“Hello, my name is Viola, Fluke’s wife,” Viola said from behind Oliver, who jumped. “You- and him-? Congratulations, I’m Oliver, but my friends call me Olly,” he sputtered before jumping back on pace, and shaking Viola’s outstretched hoof. “I’m sorry. I just never expected you two to get hitched so quickly,” he said, and grimaced. “You're fine, I never expected it either,” she said with a chuckle. “Are you on our team too?” she asked.
“Funny you ask, but-"
He was interrupted by a loud V10 roaring up. It was a white Dodge Viper ACR that apparently came for the party. “Where's the race,” the red buck asked sarcastically before a familiar blue buck trotted over and said with a cocky grin, “Right here Afterburn, you imbecile.”
“Ah, it’s our petulant child, Silverstreak. Has your mother straightened you out yet, or are you the same petulant fag from 8th grade? I don’t race children,” the red buck sneered. “Good luck with that pal. You’d be missing out on a lot of cash,” Fluke chimed in. “I wasn't talking to you peasant,” the buck sneered. “Well I was talking to you Sir Richard Dick Johnson, and I definitely don't like talking to such a penis,” Fluke said followed by him scowling and Viola, Oliver, and Fluke laughing.
More cars began to show up, but a chrome Silvia with a rocket bunny kit caught Speedy’s eye. “I’ll be right back,” he said as the cute teal mare behind the wheel stepped out of the car. He was gone in a flash, and the ACR’s driver followed. At that moment a shout was called out from a pro touring ‘73 Judge GTO, “Hey dumpster fire, what are you doing here with a matching dumpster fire of a car,” the driver jeered. Oliver turned, and opened the car before firing up what sounded like an angry monster of a 460 V8 with twin turbos. “I’m so scared. Oh wait it'll break before it can leave,” the driver jeered again before going to a parking spot next to a Jetta that looked ready for a GT3 race.“Prick,” Oliver muttered.
Silverstreak staggered back with a slap mark across his face, and as he approached, Viola laughed, and he groaned, “I think I was too forward.” There was a beeping that filled the air from the GPS systems, and then a voice shouted, “Race to the top of Mount Bonnet! Go!” Everyone ran or flew to their cars, and took off down the street.
Oliver was the first to hit the road, but was passed up by a drifting Viola, who was passed by the Viper. Fluke reversed through a back alley, before pulling a J turn, and missing a truck. The Silvia followed him, and the driver grinned as she passed. They were side by side as they left the alley and got on highway 9 and Fluke thundered in front of the Silvia, who then attempted a pit maneuver, which almost backfired on her, so she used NOS, and jolted ahead as they reunited with some of the pack.
A camaro hit Fluke, but he hit him back, and he took an NSX with him as he slammed into the guard rail. Fluke undertook, and overtook cars until he caught up to the Silvia, who was battling a pro touring ‘67 Ford F100, and passed them both on the shoulder.
Meanwhile Speedy in his 1968 Dodge Charger, dubbed Hellraiser, sped down the highway passing other racers and pedestrians. Soon the white Viper sped up behind Speedy and rammed the rear of his car. As he regained control he noticed the Viper’s driver laughing as he passed the Charger. Speedy grit his teeth has he shifted into fourth gear and sped up. The Hemi motors supercharger whined loudly sucking in air as he sped up towards the Viper. He saw the Viper spew fire as it's NOS was used but the 1000+ horsepower of Hellraiser kept up. As he was gonna pass the Viper slammed him in the side hard and caused Speedy to go off the road down the side onto a dirt road.
Speedy quickly corrected the car and sped down the track figuring out how to get back on the highway. Looking at the GPS he saw the road had a bridge that went over the highway. Timing it right Speedy turned sharp left and went off the road down the hill. He kept control as Hellraiser went over every rock and bump possible until jumping back onto the highway behind his friends. As he landed he heard a large clunk behind him as he sped off. “I think that was the shocks.” he said.
Oliver and Viola pulled a side by side drift with an FC RX-7 hot on their hooves, and they were then plunged into dirt as they hit the scenic route beside the highway. The Thunderbird held its ground, and fell back slightly before slamming the RX-7’s front end with his car, causing him to hit a tree. Viola up shifted, and hit a dirt hill, and went airborne before landing on the freeway. Oliver took a dirt path down to the freeway, and they caught up to Silverstreak and Fluke, who then exited the freeway for another highway.
While Oliver hit an eager opponent, and protected Viola from cheaters, they pushed on as Fluke and Speedy avoided traffic on the curvy two lane stretch of Route 23. They passed Maresville, and beat a train before turning onto the Mount Bonnet national park entryway and blowing through the open gate. Speedy gunned the engine, and took lead when the Viper came into view, and so did Fluke.
REMAINING RACERS: 20
The readout on the GPS was helpful, and even suggested routes. Oliver and Viola led the pack, but they were far from catching up as they saw Fluke and Speedy take off. The Silvia shot passed them, and attempted to catch up. Oliver's Galaxie screamed and Viola’s Lancer growled, and they drifted side by side with rear entry drifts, but kept their lead as they entered the second hairpin with braking drifts.
The Viper was close, and both Speedy and Fluke’s cars screamed, but then he began to pull away, then they passed a checkered flag on a lamp post, and stopped at the ski lodge. They both panted from the effort, and stepped out of their cars, as the pack caught up.
It had been a long race, and they had been debriefed by the host before going to their team cabins. “I gotta tune my gear ratio,” Fluke groaned. “My reinforced body and chassis works like the car’s a tank,” Oliver chirped. “I think I found that missing shock that broke off.” Speedy said as he carried a torn shock absorber.
