March 15, 2011
Barber Motorsports Park
Naomi smiles as she begins to be buckled into her car, the sounds her making her feel even more pumped for the day's events. The crowd isn't as big as that, that she's used to seeing at the Indianapolis 500, but the fact that there is people makes her blood-pressure spike, adrenaline beginning to course it's way through her veins.
"You ready Naomi for another session?" Andy voice says through the mic in her helmet.
"I'm more ready then I've ever been, I just want this race to start already." Naomi says.
She hears Andy chuckle.
"Just remember, you don't have to overwork yourself too much, this is just the first race."
"I don't care. I'm gonna get a head start in becoming the points leader, so just watch me."
Andy sighs.
"You do know that this isn't even really a race, right?"
"So? Someone still wins, someone still looses. And so far, I'm winning."
"Barely, Will is only two behind you."
"And it's two that I'm counting on."
"Naomi, go, go, go!" a man says over her helmet.
Without regret, Naomi sits the gas and begins rolling, faster and faster with each second.
"You're lookin' great Naomi, how's the car feel? Still no problems?" Andy says over the mic, gaining back control of the mic.
"Driving great Andy, thanks."
"Awesome."
"Hey Andy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you switch my mic over to the broadcast?"
"Can't, Sorry."
"Dang it. Thanks anyway."
"Don't mention it. Now drive like the Devil's at your heels!"
"Got it!"
She presses harder on the gas, reeving her car further. Soon, Will, Heilo, and other drivers beginning filing in to the track. As she passes, she sees Alonsa's Burger King car roll onto the track right behind her.
"Hey partner." Alonsa voice says as it passes through her head, surprising Naomi slightly.
Naomi had forgotten Alonsa power of telepathy.
"Ello." Naomi answers.
"Here comes the green flag, girls." Andy says through the mic.
Flawlessly, Naomi positions her car right in front of Alonsa's car, right in the very front, as they begin to turn into the straight where the start is. When the green flag comes into sight, Naomi stomps hard on the gas, her car going faster then ever. Quickly, she passing over the line, finding that she's taken second to Will Power, who had somehow slipped passed her. She smiles.
"I'm not gonna give up that easy, Will." Naomi comments as she goes into the immediate turn.
For the first few laps of turns and twists, Naomi trails Will by only feet, not even a full car length. Half way through the 5th lap, she finally decides to stop playing. While in between turn 11 and 12, Naomi takes quickly to the inside while Will tries to stay tight to the middle. Which, within seconds, allows her to pass him into turn 12. And she stays in control for the next 30 laps of the entire race, watching about 4 cautions go by, allowing her to stay 1st.
"Great Naomi! Keep going! Only 10 laps remaining, and you'll be the 1st winner of the 2011 season" Andy yells.
"Right!" Naomi says, picking up her speed slightly.
...Naomi, there's someone trying to pass you on your left...
Alonsa's voice is right. From out of the corner of her eye, Naomi can see the right wing of another rookie's car. It's #66, Lucas Aarons, a boy that was maybe about Alonsa's fake age. Right now, he's third, only beating Helio for the rank by one run. Alonsa's voice comes back.
...Be careful. Something feels off...
"Off? What could be off about this guy?" Naomi says to herself, looking over at him while going coming out of turn 17 to the 1st straight.
Suddenly, as she spots his helmet, she feels loss of feeling in her arms, losing her concentration of the road. As her car slightly swerves, she somehow snaps back, able to get back in line turn 1. She pants, in shock from what just happened.
...What the heck...
"Naomi! What's wrong?! You alright?" She hears Andy yell through the mic, his tone worried.
"I-I'm fine." Naomi answers.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm not gonna let one mistake cost me the win."
"A-Alright."
She grits in irritation.
...What part of "Be careful", don't you get?...are you alright? What happened?...
Alonsa's voice sounds slightly irritated, but mostly worried.
"Don't know, I kinda blacked out for a sec and lost control." Naomi answers.
...try to look straight for the rest of the race, we only have 9 laps left...
"Kay, I'll try." Naomi says.
For another 5 laps, nothing happened. Naomi did as told and stayed looking forward, trying not to look to the side to give a dumb look at Will, who is still trailing. But, Lucas is close behind, and considering that her little incident happen right when he began lagging behind Will, she wasn't gonna take any chances. Aftershockas of the incident, though, were inescapable. Every, oh, 2 minutes, she lost the feeling in her arms for a moment, before it would return with a painful shock. Alonsa could sense her distress and quickly worked her way passed Heilo to take the place of 4th. Her calm voice is the only reason why Naomi hasn't called Andy for help yet.
...Naomi, there's only 4 laps left...all you have to do is tough it out for 4 more laps then you can get some medical attention...
"Alright." Naomi answers.
Two more laps pass. Slowly, the pain begins to subside, Naomi feeling better every minute 'til she almost feels normal again. But "almost" isn't good enough as she comes out of turn 7.
"Naomi on your left, #66 is about to pass!" Andy calls over the mic.
"What?!" Naomi says, forgetting all about Alonsa's warnings.
...Naomi, STOP!...
Alonsa's cry is too, late, Naomi already looking towards Lucas. Naomi's heartbeat rings in her ears, now loosing even more feeling in all her limbs. Her car begins to swerve erratically, seeing as how she is now impaired.
"Naomi! Can you hear me?! Naomi?!" Andy's voice calls over her mic.
"Andy..c-code 3, code 3!" Naomi says, calling one of the secret codes.
Though, this is one that no one wants to hear. Code 3, means that you can't drive and you're probably gonna crash. And, considering that what she will be crashing into is a large, unpadded area of concrete, she will at least be in a coma, if not killed, by the hard impact.
...NAOMI!...
Alonsa's voice is tense and scared.
"S-Sorry Alonsa.." Naomi whispers, "Guess I can't defeat the Devil this time either..."
...Is this really how you plan on dying?...Knowing you as well as I think I do...this is truly pitiful Naomi...truly...
The voice shocks Naomi back to a living consciousness. She looks up, to see the world around moving slower, even for her supposedly slowing car, it's pretty strange, considering that she could proably stand up and sit back down before she moved a whole three feet. She looks up, and her eyes widen, stunned.
Floating in front of her is a being, dressed in the most elegant of ancient clothing. A crown sits on their head, matching the gold bands cuffed on their upper arms and ankles, as well as their jewelry. Strong, hazel eyes stare deep into her core, causing her heart to skip a beat.
"I told you to call in times of need, Naomi, remember?" the being says, smirking.
The shock within Naomi is slightly released as she finally finds the strengh to speak, her voice though cracked with stunned amazement.
"Ca-Calankaiana...?" Naomi whispers.
Barber Motorsports Park
Naomi smiles as she begins to be buckled into her car, the sounds her making her feel even more pumped for the day's events. The crowd isn't as big as that, that she's used to seeing at the Indianapolis 500, but the fact that there is people makes her blood-pressure spike, adrenaline beginning to course it's way through her veins.
"You ready Naomi for another session?" Andy voice says through the mic in her helmet.
"I'm more ready then I've ever been, I just want this race to start already." Naomi says.
She hears Andy chuckle.
"Just remember, you don't have to overwork yourself too much, this is just the first race."
"I don't care. I'm gonna get a head start in becoming the points leader, so just watch me."
Andy sighs.
"You do know that this isn't even really a race, right?"
"So? Someone still wins, someone still looses. And so far, I'm winning."
"Barely, Will is only two behind you."
"And it's two that I'm counting on."
"Naomi, go, go, go!" a man says over her helmet.
Without regret, Naomi sits the gas and begins rolling, faster and faster with each second.
"You're lookin' great Naomi, how's the car feel? Still no problems?" Andy says over the mic, gaining back control of the mic.
"Driving great Andy, thanks."
"Awesome."
"Hey Andy?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you switch my mic over to the broadcast?"
"Can't, Sorry."
"Dang it. Thanks anyway."
"Don't mention it. Now drive like the Devil's at your heels!"
"Got it!"
She presses harder on the gas, reeving her car further. Soon, Will, Heilo, and other drivers beginning filing in to the track. As she passes, she sees Alonsa's Burger King car roll onto the track right behind her.
"Hey partner." Alonsa voice says as it passes through her head, surprising Naomi slightly.
Naomi had forgotten Alonsa power of telepathy.
"Ello." Naomi answers.
"Here comes the green flag, girls." Andy says through the mic.
Flawlessly, Naomi positions her car right in front of Alonsa's car, right in the very front, as they begin to turn into the straight where the start is. When the green flag comes into sight, Naomi stomps hard on the gas, her car going faster then ever. Quickly, she passing over the line, finding that she's taken second to Will Power, who had somehow slipped passed her. She smiles.
"I'm not gonna give up that easy, Will." Naomi comments as she goes into the immediate turn.
For the first few laps of turns and twists, Naomi trails Will by only feet, not even a full car length. Half way through the 5th lap, she finally decides to stop playing. While in between turn 11 and 12, Naomi takes quickly to the inside while Will tries to stay tight to the middle. Which, within seconds, allows her to pass him into turn 12. And she stays in control for the next 30 laps of the entire race, watching about 4 cautions go by, allowing her to stay 1st.
"Great Naomi! Keep going! Only 10 laps remaining, and you'll be the 1st winner of the 2011 season" Andy yells.
"Right!" Naomi says, picking up her speed slightly.
...Naomi, there's someone trying to pass you on your left...
Alonsa's voice is right. From out of the corner of her eye, Naomi can see the right wing of another rookie's car. It's #66, Lucas Aarons, a boy that was maybe about Alonsa's fake age. Right now, he's third, only beating Helio for the rank by one run. Alonsa's voice comes back.
...Be careful. Something feels off...
"Off? What could be off about this guy?" Naomi says to herself, looking over at him while going coming out of turn 17 to the 1st straight.
Suddenly, as she spots his helmet, she feels loss of feeling in her arms, losing her concentration of the road. As her car slightly swerves, she somehow snaps back, able to get back in line turn 1. She pants, in shock from what just happened.
...What the heck...
"Naomi! What's wrong?! You alright?" She hears Andy yell through the mic, his tone worried.
"I-I'm fine." Naomi answers.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm not gonna let one mistake cost me the win."
"A-Alright."
She grits in irritation.
...What part of "Be careful", don't you get?...are you alright? What happened?...
Alonsa's voice sounds slightly irritated, but mostly worried.
"Don't know, I kinda blacked out for a sec and lost control." Naomi answers.
...try to look straight for the rest of the race, we only have 9 laps left...
"Kay, I'll try." Naomi says.
For another 5 laps, nothing happened. Naomi did as told and stayed looking forward, trying not to look to the side to give a dumb look at Will, who is still trailing. But, Lucas is close behind, and considering that her little incident happen right when he began lagging behind Will, she wasn't gonna take any chances. Aftershockas of the incident, though, were inescapable. Every, oh, 2 minutes, she lost the feeling in her arms for a moment, before it would return with a painful shock. Alonsa could sense her distress and quickly worked her way passed Heilo to take the place of 4th. Her calm voice is the only reason why Naomi hasn't called Andy for help yet.
...Naomi, there's only 4 laps left...all you have to do is tough it out for 4 more laps then you can get some medical attention...
"Alright." Naomi answers.
Two more laps pass. Slowly, the pain begins to subside, Naomi feeling better every minute 'til she almost feels normal again. But "almost" isn't good enough as she comes out of turn 7.
"Naomi on your left, #66 is about to pass!" Andy calls over the mic.
"What?!" Naomi says, forgetting all about Alonsa's warnings.
...Naomi, STOP!...
Alonsa's cry is too, late, Naomi already looking towards Lucas. Naomi's heartbeat rings in her ears, now loosing even more feeling in all her limbs. Her car begins to swerve erratically, seeing as how she is now impaired.
"Naomi! Can you hear me?! Naomi?!" Andy's voice calls over her mic.
"Andy..c-code 3, code 3!" Naomi says, calling one of the secret codes.
Though, this is one that no one wants to hear. Code 3, means that you can't drive and you're probably gonna crash. And, considering that what she will be crashing into is a large, unpadded area of concrete, she will at least be in a coma, if not killed, by the hard impact.
...NAOMI!...
Alonsa's voice is tense and scared.
"S-Sorry Alonsa.." Naomi whispers, "Guess I can't defeat the Devil this time either..."
...Is this really how you plan on dying?...Knowing you as well as I think I do...this is truly pitiful Naomi...truly...
The voice shocks Naomi back to a living consciousness. She looks up, to see the world around moving slower, even for her supposedly slowing car, it's pretty strange, considering that she could proably stand up and sit back down before she moved a whole three feet. She looks up, and her eyes widen, stunned.
Floating in front of her is a being, dressed in the most elegant of ancient clothing. A crown sits on their head, matching the gold bands cuffed on their upper arms and ankles, as well as their jewelry. Strong, hazel eyes stare deep into her core, causing her heart to skip a beat.
"I told you to call in times of need, Naomi, remember?" the being says, smirking.
The shock within Naomi is slightly released as she finally finds the strengh to speak, her voice though cracked with stunned amazement.
"Ca-Calankaiana...?" Naomi whispers.
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