CHAPTER ONE.

  The rain crashed down heavily, drenching the unfortunate civilians and their loads. The metallic city glowed even more radiantly, thunder raging and lightning, threatening to rip the sky apart.

A lone tall figure walks through the heavy rain with a steady gait. His shoulders slouched, his head, down and covered with a hoodie. Despite his drowsy state he didn't stop and walked towards his destination. The figure rounded a corner and walked into a suburb, the environment turning dark and gloomy in an instant.

The figure kept on walking with his head down and didn't stop until he arrived at an old and moldy little apartment. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys, slipping one into the keyhole and jingling it about. He pushed the door open and took off his wet hoodie before shutting the door behind him. He fumbles around for a while before the lights turn on.

A teenager who looked fifteen or sixteen, stood in a not too big but not too small space. His green eyes glowed as his slightly long inky black hair dripped with water. His slim build stood tall and his muscles bulged. It's obvious he had been through storms and challenges despite his young age.

  After stuffing the hoodie in a laundry basket, he moved towards the small table and sat on the only chair available in the room. The table was lined with a small pot plant, a bunch of books and stationary, a small globe and a solar powered table lamp.

 A small bed was stationed at the far end of the wall with a clean bed spread and duvet. A small bed drawer was placed beside.

 A small and convenient bathroom. A toaster, fridge packed with froze foods, a microwave, a small wardrobe and he's good to go.

 Sitting himself down on the chair, he grabbed an envelope and tear it open.

  Dear Mr. Alexander

  We reviewed your CV and as far as we could tell, you're perfect for the job, however, past records refrains us from employing you. We do hope you understand where we are coming from and our deepest concerns. Our most sincere apologies' sir.                                                  

RS CORP.

Alexander stared at the letter for some time, fatigue and resignation, overtaking his features.

 " What's a Sixteen year old orphan suppose to do in this parts?" he sighed " It's not like I killed someone or anything, everyone's got a demon or two."

 Alexander crumpled the letter and the envelope, tossing them into the trash can. He got up and walked to his bed, slumping down heavily and falling asleep almost immediately.

 The cold air invaded his room, dragging him deeper into slumber.

The next morning, Alexander washed up and walked out. He was putting on a pair of black round neck with jeans. He jogged towards his workplace and the only place he finds solace, a car garage. He's being working there for three years already and the pay's good but deep down, he knows he's not meant for something like this. He's meant for something better, something brighter and something more benefitting. With his brains, he could score any company working with anything technology and automobile but due to lack of powerful connection and his reputation as a hot-blooded person who picks a fight at the drop of a hat, no company is willing to hire him.

 " Finally!" a voice called out and someone ran towards him.

" Morning Jake." Alexander greeted.

" Alex you came just in time, we need to build a car and fast." the blond called Jake, informed.

" Uhn? How important is this order? I've never seen you be this jumpy before." Alexander said as they both walked towards the rest of the workers.

" Fucking finally! We've been waiting for you." a curly haired young man said.

" I overslept. What's this about?" Alexander apologized.

" Do you know the chairman of Cloud nine resort? He asked us to build a car for him and have it ready before his next big match." a blue eyed teenager responded.

" Wait! You mean Declan Kings? That big shot?" Alexander voiced his surprise.

" Yes that big shot. Why the fuck do you think we've been waiting for you? We need our best man on the job." Jake patted his back.

 " fuck! Why are y'all still standing around? Let's get to work." Alexander runs towards the inner garage.

 " Sometimes I find it hard to believe he's a sixteen year old kid." the curly haired young man said.

" That's what happens when life hit you hard Liam. You're forced to grow up and live in a cruel world." Jake shook his head.

" I think it's best if he should act more like his age sometimes. Like Sam here. He's way too childish."

" Hey!" the blue eyed teenager protested.

Match day. After finishing the car, Declan kings came himself to test it out. After praising them all, he invited them to the game and gave them each an Invitation. Alexander was reluctant to go but facing his co-workers, he caved in.

" Damn!" Sam whistled " place's huge."

" Alright let's find our seats." Liam urged.

The four of them tried to navigate their way through the huge stadium. They eventually found their seats and sat down. It was a stadium for car racing despite it looking like a football stadium.

After almost an hour of sitting, the game starts.

" Ladies and gentlemen!" a voice rang out across the stadium " welcome to Cloud nine 11th racing derby!" A loud applause echoed through the stadium.

Soon, car of different shapes, sizes and color, emerged and drove to the starting line. Alexander squinted a bit and was able to sight a black and green colored race car. A man in his late twenties to early thirties, was sitting behind the wheel with a smile on his face. His blue eyes sparkled and his black hair glistened in the sun's ray. His features made him look like a nineteen-year-old teenager.

A gunshot ripped through the air and the race started.

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