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Fandom The Fast and The Furious: Untold Stories (Reboot)

Alex took all the control he had in his body to not go after the guy that had just flagged down Serafina like that. He mumbled some more under his breath before calling out,"Who's the idiota moça?" he asked getting of the bike and walking over to the two woman. He was mainly stepping over just to offer his body as protection, as men often did.
 
Serafina sighed. She didn't even know where to start. "That was Anthony Murakami. Some hotshot from Japan. Him and I have history. Not the good kind either." she sounded bittersweet. Serafina then kindly took up Alex's offer for protection as it made her feel more comfortable. "He...He hates me...A lot. Since High School too. There's always been bad blood between him and me. I never really understood why." she closed her eyes and turned away. She was then lost with her words.
 
Ray nodded her head as Serafina went on about this Anthony guy. Her eyes went up to the man who stood to protect Serafina and she smiled a bit. Anyone that protected their people was good in her book.


"Well I'm telling you right now, if anything more than racing goes on, It'll be handled with care." She patted the side holster under her jacket where Lola was.
 
Alex listened to her words, and he listened to Ray. A smirk grew on his face, when she motioned to her side. These women were crazy he admitted, and it was such a great place for him to be. He was a thrill seeker, and she only added to the danger of his addiction.


Whatever the case, he nodded in agreement with her gesture,"Real care moça, don't you worry about a nothing." His Brazillian accent was strong, and his Portuguese often mixed with his English, but he spoke beyond clear enough for anyone to understand him.
 
"I have nothing against him. Just...Please don't kill him." Serafina said as she saw the gun. She kept her own gun as well, but kept it in the more or so unless she had a jacket on. However, it was still too hot but yet not cold enough to wear a Jacket. Her gun was in the Glove Compartment. "Is there anything you two would like to know about Anthony?" she asked. Despite her usual resilience, she now seemed a bit timid then before.
 
"We won't unless we have to." Ray chuckled. She would if it came down to it but she didn't need a murder charge on her record. Prison wasn't the place for her, she belonged in the underground world of Seattle.


"More like anything else you want to tell us?" She saw Serafina go from somewhat okay to timid almost immediately and didn't want to push her.
 
"Well, he was never an outgoing person to begin with. I've known him since high school. He was best friends with Aaron, my late boyfriend by the way. I know that he lost his Mom to Lung Cancer, so he spent most of his time with Aaron, because his Dad never really paid very much attention to him. His Dad was a detective for the Seattle Police Department. Around...Mid-Sophomore Year, Aaron asked me to Homecoming. He was okay with me at first. But after Aaron and I got into a relationship, he started...being an all-out jerk to me. He...Blamed me for the fact that he felt abandoned, replaced and alone. He even snapped at me a few times, especially when Aaron wasn't looking. College was probably the worst, he always blamed me for being alone all the time, because Aaron kinda committed himself to me, always putting me before anyone else. Including his parents. But as for Anthony..." Serafina remembered piece of the past that she had with Anthony. She did not regret any of it, because there was nothing wrong with dating. "After graduation from High School, his Dad retired and moved back to Japan. He started hating me even more. I just didn't understand it. Then the night I lost Aaron...He lashed out at me. Then at the funeral...He didn't talk to me, not once. He tried to avoid me. Well...Until today." Serafina still had no understanding of Anthony's grudge against her. However, she felt like giving up, because Anthony would always be so angry every time they saw each other. Suddenly Anthony came back around and came to an abrupt stop next to Alex and the girls.
 
The double bass. The screaming in the background. The faint crash of the symbols. The two guitars working so beautifully create a pleasant chaotic song. A song defining readiness to repent for your sins. A symbol that from suffering you can achieve Shalala bang bang mofuhsul magic man.


Its faint… but along with the rev of engine… it becomes more clear, defined and loud…


A badass sleek looking beast on four wheels appears in the parking lot from the darkness. A sexy bitch. A chick magnet. Something you just pin against the wall and huff puff. Ya dig?Her name is gran turismo. And a man is inside of her. A man inside of you. Hes A man inside all of us. A man so perfect for this song, A metal composition so perfect, so freaking defining that not even cancer could kill this vibe. No why? Because his suffering is all of ours just on a much huuuuger scale. (ironic cause dr. cosby just prescribed him with cancer…. Bibbity bobbity duh jello chawglate pudding.)


The crashes stop. The base fades. The screaming ceases. From the ashes comes in a beautiful lead guitar. “nernernern” Then comes in the drum and bass. “Tss,tss,tss.” “Dndn.. dnn.dnn dundun”


“Whats happening to me… Im dying from the insiiide…”


The man inside sings with his heart out, because like me. At this exact moment. Hes more blasted than prince William in Afghanistan.


“body hurts too much to feel. The pressure adds to pain… Deliver Us From Evil… From Evil.”


THEN GUITAR SOLO


The man jumps out the car and picks the imaginary strings on his air axe with exact precision and timing and holy fuck its so majestic but he has to stop. Because this is not an air band RP. Smirk smirk. He lowers the music…


After his little performance you get to take in who he really is. A dark skinned man with full lips and short hair. Hes handsome but you could tell hes been through some shit. Digs chick shit. He has a rugged chin and a slight beard going on too which makes dem hoes GAWK. #iaintworriedboutnothing


Anyways he takes a joint out from a metal cylinder in his pocket and lights it.


“So.” Oh my god eargasm. His voice is like a mix of morgan freeman and the hottest slut you know. Your mom. Lol jk. #notjk


He takes a moment to inhale. Hold. And lets out. Just like I did before writing this post.


“So Im just sitting there at that starbucks downtown and rolling down the street I see a motorcycle cruise by and I think to myself.” He points to Alexs motorcycle. “Ive seen that bike on the tabloids. Freakin ryan seacrest posed on the bike. And theres only one man whod be nice enough to let that pansy ass get on his bike. And that is the man. The legend A-Rod The Hulk.”


He walked closer to the man and ashed out on the parking lot floor a bit. “Too bad the legend has been expelled for twelve game though. Ya know? And so I was like ‘well he doesn’t party… BUT HE DOES RACE!’ and so I followed you. And I hit the jackpot. If you guys are the best racers in the city. Prove it. Because I want in.” He took a moment to scratch his beard and think about how really bad ass he just sounded.


“wow.” He thought to himself. “Im jesus im toast. Extra holy.”


“OH!” He snapped back to reality. “By the way can I have your autograph A-Rod? Im a big fan brooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”


I god I feel amazing 
I wrote this earlier. I think its kinda magic. 
Digs chick shit
 
Alex watched as a sleek car pulled in to join the fray, not sure who it was in his initial bit of wonder, but the music the music made him smile a bit. His smile faded when he didn't recognize the car or who it belonged to because, he had met his fair share of new people today. With the guy who just pulled up again and was torturing he was a bit spread thin.


The man approached him and he listened to each one of his words attentively, listening to each subject. There was the one about his 12 game ban, that kind of struck him as he looked to the side. It was the reason he was even in the parking lot, and not in Brazil with his brother. He mentioned the Seacrest pictures on his bike, and he rubbed his neck a bit embarrassed about that much. He had to keep an image in the media right? He was already on a short leash.


Then he mentioned about them being the best racers totally ripped his attention away from the guy who had been torturing Serafina, and he glanced at her,"No one better man. No one. Você é novo, so you gotta buy in your first race. At least, that's just how I feel and as far as the autograph..." he jogged to his bike before returning with his signature red hulk helmet,"Take this, I don't like signing things. I have another helmet on my bike." He nodded over his shoulder to his bike,"In fact, if you're going to race tonight I put my bike on it, that you don't beat Devon."


He snapped back to reality a bit turning his attention to Anthony, getting a bit tense, before returning to the new man,"What's your name amigo?"
 
"Demon mate... demon." He didnt look at the soccer star nor thank him. He was frowning at the worthless helmet. Yes its better than paper but it was not signed.


He looked up at Alex, heard the name Devon, and immediately looked for a black man in the room. He scanned then found him. "Holy cow LUPE FIASCO! I thought your name wasulu sandperson or something! Thats crazy that youre here? You like to race too? Hot damn hahahahahaha!!!"


His uncontrollable laughing transitioned into silence


He started sniffling and getting teary eyed. He inhaled some more before resting his fore head on the back of his right hand, which carried the joint. "Thank you Based God. You have lead me to the Best Day Ever..." He said looking upwards, and doing the cross.


#BestDayEver #macmiller
 
Ray turned her head in the same direction as Alex's did to see the car that approached. The loud roar of the engine and the music switched off. She wasn't expecting who stepped out of the car. 'Damn.' Ray looked him over when he came towards them, talking to the bigger guy. Well at least now she knew what his name was. As they continued to speak, she grinned when he told them to prove their skills. This poor guy would probably go home with nothing but she would let the cars do the talking. She watched his further interactions with a raised eyebrow, bursting into laughter as he made a cross with his hands. This was the kind of new she could handle.


"Man you're weird as hell but funny too. The names Ray." She nodded her head to the newest guy and extended her hand to him to greet him.
 
Alex picked up on the disappointment, and smiled,"Alright.." he walked back to his bike, and pulled out the sharpie he did carry. Yes he hated signing things, but he loved signing women's chest so he always carried a sharpie. And on side of his bike in some nice white space, he put his signature, both his official one, and his nickname. He looked the bike over and patted it a bit,"Don't worry, you're not going anywhere. " he turned his attention to demon, and sighed,"Is that more motivation? A signed bike if you win...sure that's better than whatever you tried to win." He liked keeping fans happy, at least he assumed he was a fan.


He turned his attention to Ray, and smiled,"I'm sure you've heard by now, but my name is Alex by the way.."
 
"Yay all frikken acquainted now..." He shook his hands and said in a shrilly girl boice. " too bad though. Now you know whos gonna be the winner... the black guy." lololol he laughed hard for a moment.


"No but seriously Im gonna win now that the bikes on the line." He said seriously. He lit up again and inhaled. "Man... Washingtons great.... anybody want some?" He asked
 
"Ray." She tilted her head to look back up at Alex returning the smile that he gave her. Her ears caught the last bit of what Demon said and shook her head in denial.


"Clear mind, can't lose, man." It may have been part of a football saying, but it applied to her sobriety when racing. Besides she couldn't take the risk of ruining Bonnie by getting baked. She did her partying off the road and away from her precious cars.
 
Anthony rolled his window back down to taunt Serafina. "What's it gonna be?" he asked. His attitude remained the same. She sighed, still not understanding him. "Is revenge on me really that important to you?" she asked. "If you want my honest answer, yeah. I think its time for you to pay up. Those seven years of my life...Down the damn drain all because of you. I just want some payback..." he said angrily. "So, tonight at nine or are you just too chicken?" he put some emphasis on 'chicken'. "Alright, if you gets you to shut up I'll meet you at nine!" she shouted. "That's right...See ya..." he drove back off, but this time, he left the lot and went to return home.
 
"Ayyy.... wasnt that the new fighter everyones talking about? Anthony right?" Demon glanced at Anthony speeding off. "He doesnt seem to get along with that one over there." He said nodding to serafina. " Anyways, When did celebrities suddenly choose racing as hobby? this is great."
 
Hulk glanced to demon and to Anthony, and back to Serafina,"Meus deus," he muttered mostly to himself and looked back to the woman before him,"You good?" He asked cracking his knuckles a bit. Maybe he should race tonight. He could here his Supra's engine calling out for him and with all the excitement going on it would be fitting.


His pocket vibrated again, and he went to see who it was. It was his pops, and he blinked it off looking off into the distance. It was probably a scolding on how he should stay out of trouble, and how he should be more like his brother. As much as he loved his brother, half the time, he was more concerned about his next haircut than practice, though he knew his brother was fully focused when he got to the pitch.


He just quieted the call, and looked to Demon,"Not much thrills on the soccer pitch.."
 
Jasper cruise into the parking lot in his Chevrolet Corvette C7 Stingray. He stopped the car near the others and turn the ignition off. He got out the car while looking at the other racers. He leaned against his ride, fixing the sleeves of his jacket.


"Hello future losers, How is it going? ." said Jasper with a smirk on his face.
 
"Whats a pitch?.... OH YOU THOUGHT I WATCH SOCCER! Nah man. Youre good. But i dont know jack about soccer." Demon inhaled the last bit of his joint before throwing it down and crushing it.


Then he looked to the sound of some kid rolling. He pulled out a hookah pen. Peach flavored as the kid said something totally cliche for an entrance.


"Aye kid preschool starts early tomorrow." Demon took a puff. "You should go home."
 
Jasper just chuckled at his comment.


"That's funny. You are funny." He said. "But I bet that humor of yours will die down once you're eating my dust."


Jasper was coming off a eight wins streak and wasn't going to let this guy take his ninth.
 
"Great, first him, now you, who's next?" Serafina asked. She was still troubled by Anthony, now she'd have to put up with Jasper. "Your Corvette's got nothing on my Evo. So why don't you go back to school? Leave the racing to the big kids." she said coldly, folding her arms. She ran her fingers through her hair. "The rest of us work hard for our money. Do you get yours handed to you on a silver platter or something?" she asked.
 
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"OOHHH I knew it. Hes a priviledged, arrogant kid. Mom and dads always been there huh?" He smiled and chuckled a bit. "Lucky you man... lucky you. And stop talking you sound ridiculous"


"Thats funny. You are funny." Demon said in a robot voice and did a little dance along with it. "Thats what you sound like. Looks like dad couldnt afford to buy you some personality."
 
Ray shook her head in irritation when Anthony pulled around the second time. Se kept her eyes on both him and Serafina, making sure the sitiuation didn't escalate "Dude's got issues." Her respinse came out in a sigh. She was right earlier, it was gonna be a long night.


"Oh calm down, Serafina. We were all little school kids once. Besides, I like to show up Jas." Ray put a hand on Serafina's shoulder with a grin. She looked over towards Demon and raised an eyebrow before stepping in front of him.


"Like you sound any better, Puto." Her attitude was shining through again but she wasn't just gonna stand there while some guy who just pulled up out of the blue ragged on Jasper. "I'm a priviledged kid too. Got somethin to say about that?" Her voice was challenging towards him.
 
"I haven't had my father's funding for two years now and I don't need it." Jasper said calmly. "All these cars I have are from winning, not from my father's pocket. But, yeah I did come from a privileged family. That doesn't mean I can't drive and that doesn't mean I can't beat you both."


Jasper was tired of people bring up his family. His reputation decrease every time some one brought up the family name. Jasper was just here to race that was all .
 
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"you know what? You're right kid! We're here to race! Thanks for reminding me that." He gave then turned to the women that just stepped.


"WHOOA mujer." He grabbed his nose and pulled back. "Standing a lil too close cause lemme tell you something. Your breath. IS KICKING. Lookin like a komodo dragon... I think you just burned my eyes." He walked to the car and got some eye drops.


He struggled a bit. Dropped the artificial tears over his cheeks mostly. Made a pretty funny face doing it. Kinda like this
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Finally he got them in his eyes. "... yall didnt see the that." He wiped his face with a pink handkerchief from his pocket, which he quickly put back inside his pocket.


And just saying her breath doesnt smell. hes just stupid
 

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