“Now,” ordered Sassaren.
Her children peeked out the sides and shot at the
tyres of the opposite car. Others followed suit, unfortunately, members
of Kron’s Sect were included. Bullets not only found their way to
tyres but doors, arms, a face.
Two cars suddenly crashed through glass, making a
chaotic mess in the closed up, empty restaurant. Tables and chairs were
knocked over, one car half-landed on a counter and fell back down
heavily. This still wreckage was left alone by the speeding cars
outside.
Kirrinis looked out of the window amongst all the chaos. She spotted a lone figure on the rooftops.
“Huh, the Vampires think this is a
game,” she muttered. Another lone figure on the roof zoomed
passed.
Fidor was losing control of his dangerous car.
“Hold on!” He successfully guided the swerving car into one
of Kron’s more tasteful cars with force. The two cars fell on
their sides and were stopped by a strong fountain.
The last four cars speeded round a turn. The car at
the back pushed into the car in front, which was forced into the next
car, which hit the boot of the car in front. Like dominoes, the three
foremost cars span, skidded and crashed into an older building. The
surviving car skidded to a halt. Dawn made the sky purple. A few
moments went by and the sky became brighter.
Vans appeared out of nowhere. People clad in
skin-tight black suits and body armour with ‘Cyris’ written
on them in orange, jumped out and surveyed the scene. One man jumped
back inside and ordered cranes over the radio. Others ran to the cars
and carefully examined the people inside.
The cars zoomed along the narrow roads, becoming more and more jammed
with people at the sides. Suddenly there were lots of people squeezing
against the sides in panic for safety. Those who dared to shoot guns
became responsible for the deaths of bystanders.
After a few miles, the road led the cars through an
old estate of churches, residential halls, courts and libraries. By
this point the cars were heavily damaged and were not stable. One car
crashed into the side, then a fire started up in the engine. Everyone
jumped out and ran away.
At the end of this street was a building, which
looked like a temple. The sign was labelled ‘High Courts of
Vangelion’. Three cars careened next to the entrance stairs and
landed in a pile. Even though this spot was covered in grass, the
impact collapsed the trapdoor underneath. The cars fell through. Then
they were levitating and brought gently to the ground. Young Dark
Citizens emerged from the darkness.
“The Sorcerer’s Guild,” sighed Hawk with relief from inside one of the fatal cars.
Manira raced alongside the last of Kron’s cars in a stately street.
“Hold on!” she shouted.
Rowani grabbed her headrest tightly. Everyone else
followed suit. The car skidded round 270 degrees. The enemy’s car
crashed into Scythe’s. The cars were shaped like the letter T.
Scythe’s car was bumped with such force that the door next to him
crunched inwards and hit his knee.