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The Addams’s racer’s luminescent golden gloves ruffled a little girl’s head. “I promise I’ll be back soon for dinner. There’s nothing to be worried about.” The soft bright baby-blue eyes were unable to find the fearless smile behind the sleek black helmet like a shadow encapsulating the brilliance of the pearl of the night sky. They could only gazed at the gentle sparkle in their eyes that slowly twinkled.
The dark ash-coloured bleak clouds, above the racetrack, were hurling a limitless amount of rain onto the racetrack. The lightning crackled throughout the treacherous storm illuminating the sky for mere milliseconds. The sleek shells of the Formula One cars were bouncing the droplets way to the thirsty pavement, swallowing as much as it could.
Rubber tires were screeching on the wet charcoal roadway as it continued to make its way to the next lap. The engine was rumbling with exhaustion as it kept pushing its own limit. All of the drivers were struggling, but there was one that struggled the most. They swung left and right, unable to keep straight, and going a bit off track slamming against the gravel and grass.
“Som…eth…ing is …w…ro…ng!”
The inter-comms were unstable like snow on the television. The team were watching in the garage trying to hear what their driver was saying. Their heads turned around as they nervously looked at the other to figure out the enigma. But, everyone’s gut feelings were flipping upside down about what’s going to happen next. No one wanted to say anything as they didn’t want to bring forth the truth.
The car kept speeding on the race track entering its next lap.
“Shit!...The engine is … is not…Something’s wrong!” They cacophonously plead with their life on the line.
The Addams Co.'s team principal, the person who is the leader of the team and personally taking care of the rookie driver, loudly shouts into the mic. “Speak to me! What’s going on?”
“Fuck. The…Br…ake…is…stu..ck!”
“Don’t accelerate anymore, kid. Go to the side. It’s going to be okay. We will come and get you!”
“Okay, I… trust … you.” It was the last word anyone heard of the driver.
Before anyone realised it, the race car began to relieve light ashy smoke underneath the cockpit. The ear-shattering thunder rumbled in the race track shaking the stadium. The nervous crowd of thousands began to point to each other and the rookie’s car going off track running over gravel and dirt. The driver braced for impact, tucking his arm towards his chest and closed their eyes.
CRASH!
The formula car spun in circles, completely out of control, but it came to a halt once it collided with the steel barrier on the track’s side. The car wasn’t looking too great as the front was smoosh. One of the wheels came off rolling around the metal debris. The gravely stone was quickly covered in the car’s petrol. Audience, in the stadium, was left in shock, unsure if the driver was okay, but it appeared they looked unconscious behind the wheel. The whole world erupted with screams of the rookie’s name, but it was all muffled for the driver.
KABOOM!
The car had burst into flames and the intense red orange fire engulfed the entire motor car, including the driver that was unable to get out. It would take another 5 minutes until the flame was put down, and by then the driver had already succumbed to their own demise. Every driver knew what they signed up for every time they strapped themselves into their own cramped coffins. It was the price that some were willing to pay to push the limit of engineering and human ability.
The Addams’s legacy, in Formula One motorsport, was, once again, tarnished by one of their driver’s deaths. They have never recovered from their losses. That year, Addams Co. covered their Formula One Car in the darkest black shade cover to never be driven again. The lightbulbs in the garage no longer flickered for over a decade.