For Destiny Fox, life ended as a black smear on a canyon wall. No one heard her scream as her body crumbled, ripped apart under the force of the impact, or the deafening roar of her Hyper-cam 5000 sonic racer bursting apart, when the engines exploded. It was all to simple--Destiny Fox was dead at the age of twenty-seven. It was just too bad no one seemed to remember her death, or that she ever existed, not even Destiny Fox herself. In a way, life began again in that breathtaking, bone chilling microsecond, when Destiny Fox was given a second chance at life.
As she walked up to the winner’s circle and watched her rival Chaz McFadden take her place in the history books, something changed in Destiny. Call it a sixth sense or a precognition, or just plain intuition; no matter, to Destiny it was real. Her life had passed before her eyes, she had relived the crash, saw her fiery end then it was gone, erased as if it never happened. A twist of fate, perhaps. No one really knew, not even the dark haired beauty herself could remember.
As a result, Destiny looked on the world through deep green eyes and uttered not a sound through her ruby red lips. Instead, she vanished; only to return three days later. It was then that life began again.
The hypercar circuit was a fast pace, high energy spectacle, where fast cars and beautiful women were the name of the game. Chaz McFadden rose to the top in just three short races and, now, at the dawn of her next triumph, ready to add another notch to her belt. At the Delusions Inn, a dingy, poorly lit, smoke filled pilot’s hangout, Destiny sized up her competition, ready to rock and roll. Remembering Chaz McFadden was once her best friend, Destiny recalled a different time, reliving a memory of the past. Chaz on the other hand, saw Destiny as a threat, and welcomed the challenge she represented. At the beginning of the next race, Destiny stole the lime light from Chaz McFadden, arriving in a futuristic, Hyper-cam racer; then, as the race got under way, Destiny and Chaz rekindled an old rivalry that ended in the crash of Chaz McFadden’s racer. Chaz was whisked away by emergency medical services in a rush to save her life, while Destiny went on to win the race, stealing her rival’s thunder, if not her life.
As she walked up to the winner’s circle and watched her rival Chaz McFadden take her place in the history books, something changed in Destiny. Call it a sixth sense or a precognition, or just plain intuition; no matter, to Destiny it was real. Her life had passed before her eyes, she had relived the crash, saw her fiery end then it was gone, erased as if it never happened. A twist of fate, perhaps. No one really knew, not even the dark haired beauty herself could remember.
As a result, Destiny looked on the world through deep green eyes and uttered not a sound through her ruby red lips. Instead, she vanished; only to return three days later. It was then that life began again.
The hypercar circuit was a fast pace, high energy spectacle, where fast cars and beautiful women were the name of the game. Chaz McFadden rose to the top in just three short races and, now, at the dawn of her next triumph, ready to add another notch to her belt. At the Delusions Inn, a dingy, poorly lit, smoke filled pilot’s hangout, Destiny sized up her competition, ready to rock and roll. Remembering Chaz McFadden was once her best friend, Destiny recalled a different time, reliving a memory of the past. Chaz on the other hand, saw Destiny as a threat, and welcomed the challenge she represented. At the beginning of the next race, Destiny stole the lime light from Chaz McFadden, arriving in a futuristic, Hyper-cam racer; then, as the race got under way, Destiny and Chaz rekindled an old rivalry that ended in the crash of Chaz McFadden’s racer. Chaz was whisked away by emergency medical services in a rush to save her life, while Destiny went on to win the race, stealing her rival’s thunder, if not her life.