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{FADE IN}
We find Holly sitting at her house, reading the newspaper. She would suddenly just stop and begin to cry. "Why???" She would continue to cry.
If one looked at the newspaper they would read the story of: "Local mans car bombed on country road. The owner of the car has not been determined but we do know that the car is a Red 1968 Mustang. Local police and fire departments are investigating now."
Of course Holly knew who's car it was, seeing he was the only person in the area with a car like it. A major loss it would be.
A few minutes later she would see a 1995 Lincoln Continental driving up the road and turn into her drive. Of course she couldn't guess who would be coming out to see her with Makoto being dead and all. The car was a striking black and looked new. Of course most people didn't know what was under the hood of 95 Continentals.
Out from the car stepped just who she had hoped, but how could he have lived if his car got blown up? Although he did have a slight limp to his was, saying he might have been there basically. "Well, I suppose you've already read about it, haven't you?"
Holly would nod, "Yes, but how did you survive?" She would stand and walk to him, placing an arm around his mid-back.
He would place his arm across her shoulders, "I did notice my speedometer was moving down and when it was at five I jumped out of the car. Hit the road pretty hard, that's why I'm limping today." He would sigh, "I already miss that irreplaceable car."
Holly would smile happily, "I'm just glad your okay..." She nods towards the car, "Whose is that?"
Makoto would smile, "Actually, mine. I have always had the two cars but never drove the Continental." They would reach the porch and sit on the steps, "A nice car it is, a 4.6 Liter, 32 Valve, 4 Cam-Shaft it is."
Holly would smirk, "You know very well I have no clue what that all means."
He would smile, "Would you rather go see what it can do?" He would smirk slightly, knowing what it actually could do.
Holly would nod, "Sure, I suppose." They would stand and walk to the car, getting in quietly. The interior was compeltely black leather.
He would start the car and pull it out onto the road. The ride was so very smooth, and the car itself quiet. He would slowly let it accelerate to fifty and hold it there with the mileage at 20 MPG seeing they were in the country.
Then a few miles down the road Holly would frown, "A nice car but I don't see whats specail about the engine."
Makoto would smirk and let hsi foot drop on the acceleration, the car would leap from 2,000 RPM to 7,000 RPM and would accelerate from 50 MPH to 90. This would happen in just a couple seconds and one could now hear the engine roaring. The acceleration would continue to 100, 110, 120, 130, then 140 MPH.
Holly looked slightly frightened at how fast the car was moving so Makoto would drop the speed to 70, "Sorry to spook you." He would smirk, "See whats special about it now?"
They would then realize they were almost to the point where Makoto's car was blown up and there were a ton of police. The couldn't slow down in time but they tried. They didn't have seat-belts on either so a police officer hopped into his car and went to pull them over.
Makoto didn't pull over, he actually began to accelerate back up to the 100 point and over. "Get a seat-belt on Holly, this will be a wild ride."
Holly would look to him worried, "Why won't you pull over?"
Makoto would sigh, "I'll explain later," and he would swerve to one side as a cop would pull out from a road branching off of the main road and try to stop them, though it didn't work.
{FADE OUT}
((I'm sorry but the next few chapters are going to be set kinda high due to different things I wouldn't want kids to see. Sorry!))
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