《Summoned Hero》49.1-speed kill..
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Another heart breaking chapter.. After the interview yesterday I give myself a treat and watched a movie but it turns out making me sad.. Lol..
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Sh 49.1
I usually get out of my room at 1 am at night to go to a convenience store. It was one of the best way for me to go shopping unrecognized.
On the way to the convenience store there is a flat quartermile straight road which is always filled with streetracer.
But of course I always go there when the race is finished. This time, there's something different.
There's two cars that stayed behind on that street.
In the front of an american muscle car, a bald muscular man stand up.
In the front of japanese finest car, a man with a blue eyes and dirty blinde hair leaning against the car.
I don't really care about them but the conversation between them is what makes me interested.
"So, boy.. You think you can beat me?"
The bald man spoke in a coarse voice.
"Are you affraid that I might defeat you?"
The other man spoke with a smile on his face.
In the next occasion I saw them again. But with only a car.
"Thanks Paul. For what you do."
The bald man looked at the blonde man.
His name should be Paul then. He throws the car key towards the bald man.
"Don't worry Vin. I owe you a 10 seconds car."
The bald man smiled, get in the car and took off.
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I didn't get much chance yo keep listening to them but I always see both of them there whenever I go to the store.
Usually the air around them is cozy and what I considered as friends. Sometimes they talked at each other, sometimes they joked.
That night the bald man shows a serious expression to the blonde.
"What are you doing Paul? You want to die?"
The bald man grabbed him at the collar while questioning him. But the blonde just curved his lip and gives reply.
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"If one day the speed kills me, do not cry. Because I was smiling."
The bald man hears that and let go of his grip.
"Whatever! Just do what you want.."
Then the blonde got on his car and took off.
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After a long time seeing them there, it was a regular scene for me. Today when I can only see one of them, it is a strange sight.
I walked pass and looked at the blad man but the bald man greets me.
"Boy, what are you looking at?"
Surprised that the bald man realized my existence I give a immediate reply.
"No.. It is just strange that tonight you're alone."
"Aaah.. I noticed you always looked at us."
The bald man answered but his tone doesn't have any energy.
"Where's your friend that always here with you?" I asked him.
"I don't know... But boy listen.. I got no friends.. I got family.."
When he said that I realized what he mean. I can hear his sincerity, caring feelings and something a big brother would say.
"Alright then...."
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Couple weeks later I saw the bald man standing alone drenched in the rain. I was walking and bringing my umbrella so I'm fine.
"Old man.. You're gonna catch a cold like this."
The bald man just looked down ignoring me.. But after I walked some step away from him, he muttered something.
"You know.. I always liked the rain.. Because no one can see me cry.."
I don't know what he means so I just left him behind..
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Every time I go to the convenience store, the bald man will always stand there. Looked empty at his eyes and staring at a far distance. I wonder what happened to the blonde guy.
When I was going out of the store, the bald man is readied his car and was about to leave.
He moves it and stopped at the red light in the intersection.
Out of no where a white car comes by. I can see the blonde inside there.
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"So, are you going to leave without saying anything?"
The blonde smiled at the bald man.
"Paul.. You...."
"What's wrong? Have you gone soft?" he laughed at the bald man who is looked surprised.
"So, what do you say? The first one to get to the end of the road get's the car?"
Hearing the blonde words, the bald man nodded.
I watched that scene from afar. This is the first time I saw a street race.
*vruum*
The two cars prepared to take off while keep pressing on the gas causing noise.
*ckiiiit*
With the lights turned green both cars take off.
They are on the same speed. Side by side they go.
"Looks like I'm going to win this one."
I can hear the blonde shout in the middle of the race. His car then goes forward and reached the finish line faster than the bald man.
Just when it touched the finish line, the white car dissapeard.
"What happened?"
I walked in curiousity towards the bald man car. I want to know what just happened.
But I can't say anything.. I saw inside the bald man is crying. On the passanger seat I saw a photo of the blonde man with a small writing 1973-2013..
Is that possible?
I was stunned there when a music slowly played from the car audio.
It's been a long day without you my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
Damn who knew all the planes we flew
Good things we've been through
That I'll be standing right here
Talking to you about another path I
Know we loved to hit the road and laugh
But something told me that it wouldn't last
Had to switch up look at things different see the bigger picture
Those were the days hard work forever pays now I see you in a better place
How could we not talk about family when family's all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gonna be with me for the last ride
It's been a long day without you my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
when I see you again
First you both go out your way
And the vibe is feeling strong and what's
Small turn to a friendship a friendship
Turn into a bond and that bond will never
Be broke and the love will never get lost
And when brotherhood come first then the line
Will never be crossed established it on our own
When that line had to be drawn and that line is what
We reach so remember me when I'm gone
How could we not talk about family when family's all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gonna be with me for the last ride
So let the light guide your way hold every memory
As you go and every road you take will always lead you home
It's been a long day without you my friend
And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
We've come a long way from where we began
Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again
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Another tribute..
Paul William Walker IV
Born: September 12, 1973 Glendale, California , U.S.
Died: November 30, 2013 (aged 40) Valencia, Santa Clarita, California , U.S.
Cause of death: Injuries sustained from single-vehicle accident
Resting place: Cremated, ashes buried in Forest Lawn –Hollywood Hills
Hollywood Hills , Los Angeles , California, U.S.
Education: Village Christian School
Occupation: Actor
Years active: 1986–2013
Religion: Christianity
"IF ONE DAY THE SPEED KILLS ME DO NOT CRY BECAUSE I WAS SMILING"
PAUL WALKER
1973 - 2013
Current project: Summoned Hero
New and randomly updated: The Cooking Master
Finished project: Rebirth Online - Re:Rebirth Online
On hold: Rebirth Online Il - The Choice We Made - The God's Play
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