The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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∽ c h a n c e ∽

I was busy resting in our manor when somebody started calling me. I got annoyed hearing my phone rings, so I grabbed my cell and pressed the green thing flashing on the screen.

"What do you want?" I asked dryly.

"Easy," this guy told me with a brash voice. "I just want to invite you to watch a drag racing match today."

"Are they in?" I questioned him, pertaining to the whole g**g.

"Yeah, of course, they are. We’re all gonna see the Prima Razza tonight," he answers, as usual, in a cool tone. "So are you in?"

"Fine." I sighed. "Count me in. What time?"

"Exactly midnight, Chance."

"Copy."

"Be sure you’ll come, you lazy bastard."

I shook my head as I grinned, "All right, Primus." then I replied, tapping the end button.

I checked the time on my clock formed as a wristwatch and said that it was 21:30. I still had two hours and thirty minutes to prep myself. I grunted as I stood up.

A racing event was about to happen tonight. And the main attraction of the night was the best of all. I was expecting her to attend this drag racing event. What should I expect? She was the Queen.

But not this time. The Primus was back and the Hengist should be with him.

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∽ m i r a c l e ∽

23:30.

I was all ready for the race. I hoped everyone was all-prepared as well. Speeding my engine, I continued driving fast. I didn't care if I was breaking the Road Laws, it was just for fun, anyway. If they would chase me, just make sure that they could catch me. Another smirk drew out and I added some numbers to my speedometer. There was no traffic after all—it was almost midnight.

I was wearing a black leather jacket, a black and white checkered turtle-neck blouse with my skinny black pants, and a pair of knee-high wedge boots—added also the black mask that I wore, complementing with my green contact lenses.

Yesterday, my new car arrived. It was a brand new car and I was crying dramatically. Not really.

Minutes had passed and I arrived at the meeting place, exactly 23:55. I decided to exit my car and showed my existence as a sign that I was here, alive and smirking.

"Look at what we have here!" the racketeer announced. "It's the Prima Razza!" and stated my name with his very long utterance.

I was quite—no, I was really popular in the World of Drag Racing, so every people in this place cheered for me. And why not? I was only the lady contender.

While checking everybody, my eyes caught somebody. I knew that person so well. When I noticed that he was also looking at me. I removed my gaze afterward.

It was Chance.

What was he doing here? Together with his other mates?

They were also placed on the VIP seats. They were not just five, but they were six freaking persons! I couldn’t recognize the other guy beside him, because he was wearing a mask. I could care less, though.

But, they were good-for-nothing troublemakers? Possible. No one could attend this kind of illegal race if they were outsiders. Plus, they were sitting on the VIP seats. Like, who would’ve thought?

I didn't know why they were here. I didn't know also the rules of the Underground Association. I had never been there. Yes, I competed a lot in drag racing, because of the invitations. The note they sent me was the proof.

In a first impression, I'd never think that they belong in the Underground. They looked so harmless.

And, right. I needed to focus on this! No need to get distracted. The race would start in a very few minutes.

"Okay, I think everybody is here!" The racketeer stole everyone’s attention. Then, the organizers prepared everything—the slots where the competitors should be placed; the juries who were prepared to judge; the lights; video producers; and as well as the operators.

Once everything was set up, the racketeer came back. "Silence, everyone!" he proclaimed and every people fell silent in just a shush. "I am here, to officially start the race in a few moments!" After he said that, every person in this place make their noises again—cheering at squealing at the top of their lungs. "I bet every contender is now prepared!"

I smirked. Of course.

"And now! We're going to start! In Five!"

As if on cue, I turned my engine on. I was in the last slot. Unfair? Nah, it was fine.

"Four!"

I stepped on the accelerator along with the brake paddle.

"Three!"

I stretched my head. My main opponent tonight was an F-1 racer. It was stated that he came from a foreign country. Ha ha. I’d see.

"Two!"

We were eight contestants, including me.

"One . . . Go!"

So, it had started! I could tell, everyone was on the hot verge. Easy, bitches. They should stop freaking their arses out.

Okay, time to get serious.

I stepped on the gas harder, with high speed. And with ease, I had advanced greatly from the three contenders. Three down and four to go.

I gunned my engine again. Like a while ago, I crushed the other two racers. There was another racer on my front, I chased him down. And now, we were even. The driver opened his window down to look at me. I opened my window also, eyeing the man with deadlocked orbs.

I saw him laughing mockingly on me. An asshole. He’s on drugs. And surprisingly, he signed a thumb down on me. That made me annoyed. Really, huh? High people were really creepy.

After that—the thumb-down issue—this man lifted his middle finger while showing his whole tongue out with a crazy look.

I sensed a vein jerked on my temple. My eyes dilated and made my mouth curves in irritation. I will kill him.

Since he pissed me off, I picked two kunai inside the glove compartment. I intentionally aimed at his hand holding the steering wheel. I was sure that his hand was pinned to the steering wheel.

He went out of balance, and in a very fast move, I threw the last kunai to his tire. And because my car was still a brand new, I was not planning to crash my car to his ugly fart car. That bastard would be lucky if I did. I formed a wolfish grin. What a pathetic proud bastard. If I’d answer the question of what happened to him, well, he was currently having a hot date to the Real Grim Reaper.

I increased my speed again. From my place, I could see the number one spot racer. He was far really from me, about a hundred-meter distance—I think. And yes, I ascertained that this was the F-1 racer.

I sped up my engine again for me to reach him. I pressed my horn for a little distraction. His car slightly slowed down. He was telling me to bring out everything.

He went on the full-speed mode. I was not at the full speed rate, yet. Luckily, my car has a speed of 325kph.

On a blind corner, I went full-speed as well. And ta-da! I surpassed him. I made a full-drift. Hearing the screeches of my tires, it made me want the F-1 racer to realize that he had no hopes of winning over me.

After a few more meters, the roads became zigzaggy. Zigzag roads were my favorite course, so no problem. Minutes of driving at a very high pace, I stepped on the brakes! Really, really hard! There was a bridge that surprised me. In the middle, the bridge was cut in two. If I would fall, I’d surely die. To reach the rock-bottom of the bridge, there was a 20-30 feet depth, the crater had a 7-meter distance. At the edge of the crater, there was a launching ramp for deploying purposes.

I drove backward, calculating the speed that I needed to cross this broken road. My, I'd need to study Physics to get over with this. But I never cared about that Physics thingy. I would better rely on my instincts. I just needed a rough estimation in my mind. But it was a gamble. If I went overboard, I might crash the car on the other side. And if it was short, I'd be out, and I'd be in the hole. Pity.

Whatever. I only readied my car, stepping on the accelerator and brake pedals. Seconds later when I released the brake pedal!

I can do this. I can.

My car flew . . .

It was like slow motion.

Everything went slow, yet more exciting.

I was near to the other half.

My estimation was not wrong. It was perfect!

After the most breathtaking moment, my car landed on the other side with loud screeches and thuds.

I remained astounded as I was light-minded, not believing that I did it.

"Losers, suck yer thumbs!" I exclaimed inside my car with pride and joy.

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~ c h a n c e ~

"Ha! I know you can!" he merriment.

"Were you that delighted, Nathan?" I heard Sean called the Primus of this group. Nathan was his name. "Do you really like her that much?"

"Of course. I like her that much." I heard his reply, leaning back on his chair. "She's extraordinary, isn't she?"

"Yeah, as always," Sean answered back. "And why are you wearing a mask, Nate?"

"Right." It was Kieffer who joined the conversation. "Did you become uglier?"

"Shut up, you bub," Nathan answered in a lazy tone. "I’m hiding from someone."

"Who?" It was Justine who spoke.

"I can't tell you now," said him again with an austere tone.

And the whole group only shook their heads.

My eyes followed where the Lamborghini Huracan was heading, it was approaching the finish line. The F-1 racer, he got stuck in the broken bridge. It had been witnessed by everyone that he was not capable enough to defeat her.

I diverted my gaze to Nathan, he uttered something, "What would she react if she found out that I'm already here?"

"Who ‘she’?" I asked him. He said 'she'.

"Her," he replied cryptically. Asshole.

I only sighed out of annoyance. "Your riddles again, dumbass."

Nate only laughed. "Anyway, your thoughts about the Prima Razza?"

"Like the usual, her capabilities are remarkable."

Then realization struck me. Her. I recalled what Nathan had said. Did the her he pertained was the Prima? And another actual realization . . . Prima and Primus. Were they related to each other? Or rather, knew each other?

"She amused me, Chance." I could feel his wide wolfish grin inside his mask. "And I will meet her in no time."

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