Ouragan [Rain]
Posted: 23 Jan 2016, 11:07
“Pay close attention, now. She doesn’t handle like your everyday Mazda. There is a lot more power under her hood than you might think, looking at her.” Just saying it made him chuckle. Just looking at the GT-R made his spine tingle with the power under her hood. Just parked in the garage, it looked like it was moving too fast. The car was a beast before he had gotten his hands on it. Now? Now it was the stuff of nightmares.
He turned the key in the ignition and woke the beast. The engine roared, a sound terrible to behold. The turbocharger whined and hissed, each brush of the gas pedal shot gouts of blue flame from the exhaust and he turned to the small blonde strapped into his passenger seat, a wicked smile on his lips. His hand dropped, flicking the paddle-shift into reverse without a sound, only a slight dip in the engine’s rumble told him the transmission changed over gears.
Letting off the brake, the car moved so quick the tires barked against the asphalt. He hadn’t even touched the gas. The tremendous power resting inches from the floorboard caused the entire frame of the car to tremble in anticipation. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and bit into the flesh with a wry, twisted smirk. “This is it.”
His hand moved in unison with his feet, the huge sedan dropping into gear with a dip in the engine’s whine. The roar of the beast was dominant, drowning the world around them in an ocean of sound. The tires screamed, smoke flying into the air as the rubber burned away, the surface gaining purchase with a sharp bark, the Skyline shooting out of the garage in a blink. The wide-bodied bullet flashed silver in the dockside road, street lamps trailing by so fast that one bled into the next, forming a long orange line the entire length of the docks.
The entire world around them was a rush of color and light, the roar of the engine claiming the air, charging it with an electrical excitement that could have charged a city block. In a quick flurry of motion, the wheel turned sharp, his foot shooting to the clutch as he slammed back the emergency brake. The car turned sideways, tires screaming in protest as a quartet of long, thick black lines marred the pavement in their wake. The corner was executed perfectly, the Nissan only losing minimal speed as it made the ninety-degree turn, shooting them into the heart of town. He couldn’t hide his grin as his sharp, blue eyes flicked to the corner of his vision, looking to her as he shot them down a long, straight street void of any traffic.
“I hear you like to play a little game with the cops. What do you say we find ourselves a ghost car and have some fun?” He grinned, and pulled the wheel again, another corner causing the wheels to scream as he shot down the east-west connection. A lone white car prowled along the street, red tail lights flaring to life as the Challenger rolled to a stop at a light.
The signal flicked green and Jacques couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “And here. We. Go.” he murmured, flicking the Skyline into the next lane, the silver bullet screaming past the solid white Muscle car. The flash of light was brief, the ghost car flaring to life as it roared, the heavy Dodge screaming down the long strip to try and close ground. A sharp right took them back to the northbound highway, the officer trailing behind as he made the corner, sliding into the opposite lane of traffic in a wide, slow arc.
Jacques couldn’t help but laugh as the car vanished in the rearview mirror, the huge interceptor too slow to keep up with the agile, powerful GT-R. Gearing down, slowing to a crawl, he pulled the car down another street, slowly listing to the side of the street until he tucked the wide body neatly into an alley, hidden completely from view of the main road. It was nearly another three minutes before the alley flashed with light, the cruiser flashing his spot lamp, still searching the side streets for the unusual car that had blown his interceptor away.
Just as quickly as it had come, the light vanished as the cruiser moved on, searching the next alley, and the next. The tall Killer laughed, the sound breathless with excitement. He turned to the blonde at his side and lifted a hand to her chin, turning her head and pushing his lips to hers in a rough, adrenaline-fueled kiss. He grinned, and pulled back, looking into her eyes as he smiled. The look in his features was devilish, the way his thumb traced a slow circle over her jaw was teasing, gentle. He tipped his head to the main highway, where the cruiser would still be prowling down the street looking for them.
“What do you say? You want a go at ******* with the poor guy?”
His mother would likely skin him alive if she knew what they were doing, drawing attention to themselves. More importantly, they were drawing attention to his car. It was an unusual car; rather uncommon in this part of the world. This was as much a game with her as it was with the poor man on patrol. Maybe even his sire was in on the game, if she cared at all about how much of the authorities’ attention he gathered. Honestly, he hadn’t pulled anything really fun since they had been in Harper Rock. None of them really knew the kind of mayhem he liked to cause.
He hadn’t earned the name “Ouragan” for nothing.
He was a perfect storm; mischief and charm, evil and good, twisted and pure. He was capable of keeping himself in perfect balance, just the right amount of business with a splash of pleasure. The problem was, he took that splash some nights, and made it a tidal wave. He couldn’t help himself. Havoc was the sort of thing that made him thrive, and picking up the pieces after he’d made a ******* mess of everything? Well, for him, that was all a part of the fun.
“Think you can handle her?” He asked, as he flipped the keys around his index finger before letting them dangle in front of her.
He turned the key in the ignition and woke the beast. The engine roared, a sound terrible to behold. The turbocharger whined and hissed, each brush of the gas pedal shot gouts of blue flame from the exhaust and he turned to the small blonde strapped into his passenger seat, a wicked smile on his lips. His hand dropped, flicking the paddle-shift into reverse without a sound, only a slight dip in the engine’s rumble told him the transmission changed over gears.
Letting off the brake, the car moved so quick the tires barked against the asphalt. He hadn’t even touched the gas. The tremendous power resting inches from the floorboard caused the entire frame of the car to tremble in anticipation. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and bit into the flesh with a wry, twisted smirk. “This is it.”
His hand moved in unison with his feet, the huge sedan dropping into gear with a dip in the engine’s whine. The roar of the beast was dominant, drowning the world around them in an ocean of sound. The tires screamed, smoke flying into the air as the rubber burned away, the surface gaining purchase with a sharp bark, the Skyline shooting out of the garage in a blink. The wide-bodied bullet flashed silver in the dockside road, street lamps trailing by so fast that one bled into the next, forming a long orange line the entire length of the docks.
The entire world around them was a rush of color and light, the roar of the engine claiming the air, charging it with an electrical excitement that could have charged a city block. In a quick flurry of motion, the wheel turned sharp, his foot shooting to the clutch as he slammed back the emergency brake. The car turned sideways, tires screaming in protest as a quartet of long, thick black lines marred the pavement in their wake. The corner was executed perfectly, the Nissan only losing minimal speed as it made the ninety-degree turn, shooting them into the heart of town. He couldn’t hide his grin as his sharp, blue eyes flicked to the corner of his vision, looking to her as he shot them down a long, straight street void of any traffic.
“I hear you like to play a little game with the cops. What do you say we find ourselves a ghost car and have some fun?” He grinned, and pulled the wheel again, another corner causing the wheels to scream as he shot down the east-west connection. A lone white car prowled along the street, red tail lights flaring to life as the Challenger rolled to a stop at a light.
The signal flicked green and Jacques couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “And here. We. Go.” he murmured, flicking the Skyline into the next lane, the silver bullet screaming past the solid white Muscle car. The flash of light was brief, the ghost car flaring to life as it roared, the heavy Dodge screaming down the long strip to try and close ground. A sharp right took them back to the northbound highway, the officer trailing behind as he made the corner, sliding into the opposite lane of traffic in a wide, slow arc.
Jacques couldn’t help but laugh as the car vanished in the rearview mirror, the huge interceptor too slow to keep up with the agile, powerful GT-R. Gearing down, slowing to a crawl, he pulled the car down another street, slowly listing to the side of the street until he tucked the wide body neatly into an alley, hidden completely from view of the main road. It was nearly another three minutes before the alley flashed with light, the cruiser flashing his spot lamp, still searching the side streets for the unusual car that had blown his interceptor away.
Just as quickly as it had come, the light vanished as the cruiser moved on, searching the next alley, and the next. The tall Killer laughed, the sound breathless with excitement. He turned to the blonde at his side and lifted a hand to her chin, turning her head and pushing his lips to hers in a rough, adrenaline-fueled kiss. He grinned, and pulled back, looking into her eyes as he smiled. The look in his features was devilish, the way his thumb traced a slow circle over her jaw was teasing, gentle. He tipped his head to the main highway, where the cruiser would still be prowling down the street looking for them.
“What do you say? You want a go at ******* with the poor guy?”
His mother would likely skin him alive if she knew what they were doing, drawing attention to themselves. More importantly, they were drawing attention to his car. It was an unusual car; rather uncommon in this part of the world. This was as much a game with her as it was with the poor man on patrol. Maybe even his sire was in on the game, if she cared at all about how much of the authorities’ attention he gathered. Honestly, he hadn’t pulled anything really fun since they had been in Harper Rock. None of them really knew the kind of mayhem he liked to cause.
He hadn’t earned the name “Ouragan” for nothing.
He was a perfect storm; mischief and charm, evil and good, twisted and pure. He was capable of keeping himself in perfect balance, just the right amount of business with a splash of pleasure. The problem was, he took that splash some nights, and made it a tidal wave. He couldn’t help himself. Havoc was the sort of thing that made him thrive, and picking up the pieces after he’d made a ******* mess of everything? Well, for him, that was all a part of the fun.
“Think you can handle her?” He asked, as he flipped the keys around his index finger before letting them dangle in front of her.