Page 325 of Fatality

Beside me, Varek changes completely, the calm is gone, now he's radiating restrained fury.

Evren wrestles the Charger back under control then turns and chases the unknown car.

My eyes widen, is he fucking stupid? What is he doing? Just keep racing.

Please.

From there, everything happens too fast for me to process.

The unknown car keeps coming for Evren.

Again.

Again.

He somehow keeps the Charger from smashing into the walls, missing them by inches.

My heart pounds so hard it hurts.

My grip on the little Charger charm tightens until its edges bite into my palm. I don't even feel it.

The car disappears, I finally manage to breathe—but it comes back. It rams Evren's Charger even harder.

The crowd around us gasps, some people wince and others cheer.

It all feels impossibly distant.

My eyes never leave Evren's car, the unknown vehicle veers off.

Only for an Iron Hound's car to plow straight into the Charger's passenger side. Another racer clips the rear, the Charger lifts off the ground.

It rolls, we can see the glass explode, the metal twisting and the debris rains across the track.

The Charger slams onto its roof, bounces, tears through the barriers, and rolls again before finally coming to a stop.

My heart stops, my stomach drops.

For the briefest second, my grip on the charm goes slack. Then it tightens again, matching the frantic rhythm of my breathing.

The world narrows to the giant screen, I don't hear the crowd anymore, I don't see anything else.

No.

No.

Not this.

Please.

My body moves before my mind can. I break into a run, shoving people out of my way, my eyes wide with terror.

I have to get there, I have to make sure he's okay, I have to see him.

I can't lose him.

After what feels like an eternity, with Varek right behind me, I skid to a halt in front of the wreckage.

Neo's tires screech beside the Charger. He throws his door open before the engine even dies, he sprints to Ren's side, reaches inside, drops to his knees then his face drains of color.