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120_minutenWarnungen: terminal illness, implied suicide plans
Fandom: original - WRATH
Rating: P16
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - der letzte Tag - für mich
Länge: 688
Zeit: 45
A/N: Englisch und ich werden langsam wieder Freunde.
A/N2: NOCH ein neues Original? Oh ja! Diesmal fahren viele Leute illegal schnell Auto :)
“You coming?” Yuliya looked at Diego, always the burning fire in her eyes. Whatever it was with her, that fire, that power, it made her incredible on the streets. And also scary, unpredictable, even after knowing her for so many years.
“Sure.”
He slowly stood up from his seat on the far side of the still-empty bar. Time for the race. The last one he’d ever drive.
“What’s with you lately?”, Yuliya asked as he caught up with her walking pace. “You’re so… brooding. You better not be planning to betray us again.”
Diego rolled his eyes. “That was twelve years ago.”
She was right, though. If he was in her place, he wouldn’t let it go either. You don’t get to betray your crew, have the luck to be accepted back in and never talk about it again. This was street racing. Rivalry, danger, and most of all, loyalty. And he had been so, so lucky that Rin had given him a second chance. Other people would have died in his place.
Yuliya stopped him. “No, seriously. You’re… different. I hate to ask this, but- you alright?”
Diego looked away. Had to. Yuliya was not one for emotions, never had been, and if even she noticed…
“I’m fine”, he blocked. “Just a little tired.”
A second passed, then another one.
“Alright. Don’t lose your focus today, though.”
“Never have.”
He really never had. In all his 15 years of racing, he hadn’t crashed even once. Not many people left on the streets that could claim the same.
For a moment it seemed like Yuliya wanted to say something, but then she only sighed and turned away.
He rushed to follow her.
Fucking hell. This would be even harder than imagined.
—————
He felt it. Inside of his brain. He felt it, like it was vibrating, pulsating, an alien inside of his head. He knew it would kill him, had known for a while. Had made peace with it, or so he thought. Right now, in the seat of his 1990 RX-7, revving the engine, he knew he was doomed.
This was the first time he sat in his car, the adrenaline before the race rising, without it fading into the background. The first time it was noticeable, stayed noticeable. The first time he smellled the gasoline and oil and cold metal and wasn’t instantly pulled into the focus he needed. Because of the… thing. His alien. His goddamn tumor.
Rin slapped the side of his car and Diego out of his own head. “You ready, Diego?”
“Sure.” Diegos grip around the steering wheel fastened, but Rin had already moved on to the next car in line. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t ready. Not this time, not today. His last day. A day like every other, yet so entirely different.
He had made his choice.
Now he just had to follow through with it.
—————
“What’s up with Diego today?” Wires looked at Rin like he had all the answers, but all he could was shrug.
“No idea.”
Diego drove like the devil himself had taken the wheel. Aggressive, fast, reckless, so completely unlike the calm tactician he usually was.
Both Rin and Wires were glued to the screen, unable to look away.
“If he keeps driving like this he’ll kill someone”, Wires finally said.
Rin nodded. “Most likely himself.” He paused for a moment. “Yuliya said he was different these last few days, but I didn’t notice anything off.”
“Me neither.” Wires adjusted their wheelchair. “Seemed as quiet and reserved as usual.”
“Yeah.”
They fell silent again as the cars took a sharp corner, then another one, Diego’s dusty red RX-7 in an unusual third place, lead only by Viper, the rival crew’s leader, and Bell, her second in command.
“Do we have any way to contact him?”
“Dunno. You’re the techie.” Rin seemed calm, unusually calm for the situation.
“Well, did you check if his comm is running?”
“Nah.”
Wires turned towards him. “That is your duty as crew leader.”
“Relax.” Rin looked angry, even though his voice was calm. “It’s gonna be fine.”
Wires didn’t dare to object.
Fandom: original - WRATH
Rating: P16
Team: Greif
Prompt: Angst - der letzte Tag - für mich
Länge: 688
Zeit: 45
A/N: Englisch und ich werden langsam wieder Freunde.
A/N2: NOCH ein neues Original? Oh ja! Diesmal fahren viele Leute illegal schnell Auto :)
“You coming?” Yuliya looked at Diego, always the burning fire in her eyes. Whatever it was with her, that fire, that power, it made her incredible on the streets. And also scary, unpredictable, even after knowing her for so many years.
“Sure.”
He slowly stood up from his seat on the far side of the still-empty bar. Time for the race. The last one he’d ever drive.
“What’s with you lately?”, Yuliya asked as he caught up with her walking pace. “You’re so… brooding. You better not be planning to betray us again.”
Diego rolled his eyes. “That was twelve years ago.”
She was right, though. If he was in her place, he wouldn’t let it go either. You don’t get to betray your crew, have the luck to be accepted back in and never talk about it again. This was street racing. Rivalry, danger, and most of all, loyalty. And he had been so, so lucky that Rin had given him a second chance. Other people would have died in his place.
Yuliya stopped him. “No, seriously. You’re… different. I hate to ask this, but- you alright?”
Diego looked away. Had to. Yuliya was not one for emotions, never had been, and if even she noticed…
“I’m fine”, he blocked. “Just a little tired.”
A second passed, then another one.
“Alright. Don’t lose your focus today, though.”
“Never have.”
He really never had. In all his 15 years of racing, he hadn’t crashed even once. Not many people left on the streets that could claim the same.
For a moment it seemed like Yuliya wanted to say something, but then she only sighed and turned away.
He rushed to follow her.
Fucking hell. This would be even harder than imagined.
—————
He felt it. Inside of his brain. He felt it, like it was vibrating, pulsating, an alien inside of his head. He knew it would kill him, had known for a while. Had made peace with it, or so he thought. Right now, in the seat of his 1990 RX-7, revving the engine, he knew he was doomed.
This was the first time he sat in his car, the adrenaline before the race rising, without it fading into the background. The first time it was noticeable, stayed noticeable. The first time he smellled the gasoline and oil and cold metal and wasn’t instantly pulled into the focus he needed. Because of the… thing. His alien. His goddamn tumor.
Rin slapped the side of his car and Diego out of his own head. “You ready, Diego?”
“Sure.” Diegos grip around the steering wheel fastened, but Rin had already moved on to the next car in line. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t ready. Not this time, not today. His last day. A day like every other, yet so entirely different.
He had made his choice.
Now he just had to follow through with it.
—————
“What’s up with Diego today?” Wires looked at Rin like he had all the answers, but all he could was shrug.
“No idea.”
Diego drove like the devil himself had taken the wheel. Aggressive, fast, reckless, so completely unlike the calm tactician he usually was.
Both Rin and Wires were glued to the screen, unable to look away.
“If he keeps driving like this he’ll kill someone”, Wires finally said.
Rin nodded. “Most likely himself.” He paused for a moment. “Yuliya said he was different these last few days, but I didn’t notice anything off.”
“Me neither.” Wires adjusted their wheelchair. “Seemed as quiet and reserved as usual.”
“Yeah.”
They fell silent again as the cars took a sharp corner, then another one, Diego’s dusty red RX-7 in an unusual third place, lead only by Viper, the rival crew’s leader, and Bell, her second in command.
“Do we have any way to contact him?”
“Dunno. You’re the techie.” Rin seemed calm, unusually calm for the situation.
“Well, did you check if his comm is running?”
“Nah.”
Wires turned towards him. “That is your duty as crew leader.”
“Relax.” Rin looked angry, even though his voice was calm. “It’s gonna be fine.”
Wires didn’t dare to object.