My Dream Is Calling

11:01 PM

*Tick tock tick tock*

The clock reminded me that it was getting late, but it's been not easy trying to fix this car. 

What's the problem? I have checked the sparks, the fuel tank is full, and the car battery is new. What is happening?

As I continued to work on the car, the manager closed the door to his office and approached me. His name is Lucas, but everyone calls him boss because of his strict nature.

"Leo, it's getting late, you should be going home now," he said with a calm tone.

Huff...

Without saying a word, I took a cloth that was nearby and wiped my hands which were covered in oil, and placed the cloth on the rack. He then started to walk towards the exit while checking if I was going to leave.

Soon enough, I removed the overall and wore the clothes I came with before turning off the lights and closing the back door.

. . .

Click clack click clack

As I walked home, it seemed like someone was following me but they were keeping their distance. The click and clacking sounded like high heels so it was a woman but I can't tell who. As I increased my pace, she increased her pace. As I change my direction, she does the same. 

I don't have a good feeling about this...let me just confront her...

But as soon as I turned to confront her, she just walked past me without saying a word. "What the...," I said out loud as soon she was a good distance from me.

Then my suspicion grew as I checked if my wallet and phone were still intact and indeed they were. If she didn't steal from what did she truly want... But I let that thought slide as I continued to walk to my apartment.

*creak! bang!*

Opening then closing the door, turning on the lights, and turning on the TV. These movements were now becoming a habit in this dull life of mine. As I sat down on the couch, the news channel was reporting about a car chase happening in real-time.

"Kyle, as you can see we are trying our best to catch up, the helicopter is slow as compared to the car..."

Wait a second, is that a Hellcat? What the...

I said out loud as the car swerved across multiple lanes, turning and drifting through the traffic as the police cars tried to catch up.

"I believe that is a modified Hellcat, rocking 1,200 horsepower, the police cars getting dusted in this chase," the news reporter said back to the helicopter operator.

At that moment, my eyes were glued to the screen as I watched the red Hellcat swerve and overtake other cars. Something awakened in me like I wished I was the driver, my hands on the steering wheel, my foot on the gas, and the sound of the engine fueling my adrenaline. 

But before I knew it, my eyelids started to get heavy, as I turned to get into a comfortable position, dozing off on the couch while the news channel continued to play in the background.

zzz...zzzz

"Wake up..." a soothing voice said as I continued to drift away into a deep sleep

"Wake up..." the voice turned sour.

My eyes as if they had a mind of its own opened slowly as I found myself in a white room. I was sitting on a wooden chair, looking around the room I found nothing else was in it, literally. Like no doors, no windows, no appliances, nothing.

"Where am I?" I asked in a sleepy voice.

Suddenly, a white body of light materialized before me, "You are in your mind, and I am ... you," the body muttered.

"Me?"

"Yes you, but I don't have much time now, just know something big is going to happen tomorrow, keep your eyes peeled if you want to be a racer..."

Racer?

Soon enough, my vision blurred with every passing second, when I blinked, I was back at my apartment, lying on my couch, shivering cold since I hadn't slept in my bed. I stood up and went to sleep, my mind wondering what would happen in the several hours to come.

. . .

Downtown, New York City.

A woman, in a black suit walked towards the direction of five storey building, her heels clicking and clacking with each step. The street was quiet and empty, only her footsteps could be heard. Upon arriving at the building, she took a turn into a wide alleyway and stopped walking.

She then reaches into her Luis Vitton handbag and pulls out her phone, dealing a number in quick succession.

ring....ringggg.ringgg.

"Hello?...." the receiver asked.

"Mr. Rodgriuez, it's me. I got the information that you wanted." the woman said in a calm tone.

"What did you get? Tell me everything about him..." 

"Well, sir..."

Before she continue the statement, she heard footstep coming from the end of the alleyway. It looked like a group of people with muscular frames, wielding some kinds of weapons. Since it was dark, she could not tell who they are.

As soon they stepped in the ray of light which was casted by the nearby streetlight, she immediately hang up the phone and put her hand in her handbag to retrieve a M1991 pistol and pointed it towards the group of men. They were thugs!

"Stay where you are!" she shouted, alerting the thugs that she no ordinary girl.

"Ms. Takawa, you been ignoring us... don't you think it's time to repay your debts..." a man said as he moved closer to her. Now his face could be seen, he had tattoos all over his face, a muscular build that could make Orion jealous and a rough look that could make your skin crawl...

As soon she saw who it was, she stepped back in quick succession, her face expression having a hint of fear.

"What do you want from me! I told you I won't betray my clients!" she shouted back.

"Takawa, Takawa, Takawa. You must have forgetten who made you be where you are, then I'll remind you." As soon he said that, he rushed towards with speed, managed to disarm her and knock her to the ground at the same time. Takawa's vision blurred since she fell on the back of her head, she tried her best to kick the other thugs but her actions proved futile.

"No...."

The thugs started to strip her clothes out, tearing every fabric clinging to her skin. She tried her best to cover herself but she defenseless like a new born baby, but before she was molested further... A black Mercedes G-Wagon pulled up, several men got out with pistols, rushing to save Ms. Takawa. As soon the leader saw the men, he cursed and told the others thugs to run.

But before most of the thugs could save themselves, they were already shot down...

Bang! bang! bang!

"Ms. Takawa let's get to the car." One of the men said as she helped her up and took her the car, the other men followed suite and drove off, leaving a few of the thugs injuired with gun shots wounds on their non-vital areas.

. . .

11:30 AM

*buzz...buzzz...buzz*

My phone vibrated, waking me up to pick the call....

"Hello? What time is it..." I said in a sleepy tone.

"Hermano! It's almost 12:30 PM, we have go to the car meet remember?" Rudy said with a shout...

"Bro chill, I'll make it to the place...Just send me the location then I'll there in a jiff"

"Okay, and remember to dress good, there are going to be some hot señoritas in the place."

~Call Ended~

Why does Rudy have to be so on the ladies....Anyways lemme go shower now.