SFX League

ominent in the competitive scene. They were leather but had metal studs on the fingertips, which created a nifty red spark when dragged on hard surfaces.

Those sparks persisted until she stood slightly at the very edge of the stairway, then popped her board high off the pavement. At her peak altitude, she swiftly rotated, looked directly at Vin, and smirked.

The woman appeared Indian but had dark red irises like a fiend. She rocked black brow piercings and had heavy black make-up around her eyes and lips. She was as punk as they came.

While midair, she quickly grabbed the board from under her feet, lifted it, and kissed the bottom of the deck, which left a lipstick impression. Following her remarkable flex, she rotated back around and easily landed at the base of the long stairs.

”Yo, what the hell, ” uttered another racer, stunned by the performance.

Vins parched expression was drowned. A new, lifeful smile swooped across his face, and he became infatuated. Not necessarily with the stylish woman but with her skillful skating.

Eager, more sped for the jump. The small, poke-happy racer hed met earlier was next to approach. However, no one expected a stunt superior to the girl before him. Nevertheless, he dipped, then ollied off the top stair. His body launched up, then up some more. He ascended five feet before neatly kickflipping his board 360° to the left. After stopping the boards rotation with his ankle, he flipped it in the opposite direction another 360° before docking with the ground and shooting a double middle finger.

More impressed remarks sounded from the trailing group. It became common for athletes to become recognized for their special effects performances, but as a result, true skating talent became diluted.

Vin, too, was charmed. ”They
e the real deal, ” he mumbled in elation.

His time couldn come soon enough. More skaters took the jump without riding the handrail, all executing some trick on the way down.

Rolling in at approximately 50kph(31mph), he could hear gyrating wheels matching his speed only inches away, too close for comfort. Regardless, Vin arrived at the top step and readied to ollie. Before taking off, he heard a brazen and ominous voice utter, ”careful now. ”

Vin thought nothing of it; he popped 4 feet off the ground, then let his body sail. From standard, he promptly pressed against the tail of the board to flip it, but the same voice reappeared before he could do so. ”Ill take that, ” declared a man.

Right from underneath him, Vins board was pulled by another racer. His phenomenal jump became a midair bail-out.

Any seasoned skater knew how to properly fall and negate injury; Vin was no exception. But something about distant falls triggered a fearful reaction within him. As he tumbled, he became frighteningly cold and exhausted. Goosebumps sprung on his flesh, and the worlds brightness was increased as if a switch was flipped. Despite his ailment, he had to brace for the crash.

As he barreled forward, the culprit passed. The villainously handsome white man looked no older than Vin. His styled, raven-colored hair blew sporadically, and he chuckled. With one hand, he held Vins rented skateboard, then he used the other to pull a lighter and ignite the cigarette in between his lips.

The stranger effortlessly landed at the bottom of the stairs and then called out, ”No rules, right? Mr. Host. ” He tossed the board he stole, then accelerated onward into the courtyard while taking a hit of nicotine.

Vin had fallen diagonally but tossed his weight forward to lessen the impact on his feet. He landed on his shoulder, then rolled across the white concrete several times before suspending.

Words were lost; he only swore softly while lying out flat like an angel. Like one, he thought he was in heaven because of how bright the lights were. Which was odd because there were no lights outside, just the intense sun that didn do its job of heating him.

”Hell outta the way! ” Roared another, making their grand landing after descending the stairs. Vin inhaled, punched the ground, then stumbled to his feet before narrowly tossing himself from the path.

Hed dropped from 8th place to 30th in a mere instant. With shut eyes, quavering hands, and clattering teeth, he grumbled, ”Fuck, not this again. ”

”Whenever I fall, its always like that time… ” Afflicted or not, he struggled to his discarded skateboard. ”Come on, Gavin, move, ” he urged himself.

Both of his masculine hands raised and then cruelly slingshotted onto his cold cheeks. For good measures, he also pinched his stinging, red face to appease himself.

”Go! ” He yelled, stomping one foot onto the board. What felt like every molecule in his body was unavailingly jittery, booming to continue. Some of his marbles spilled, and he lost his clear mind.

Still chilled, but his vision normalized. He grimaced at the back of other racers, then confidently proclaimed in a roar, ”Well catch up! ”