DRIVER 88 (The Death Race Saga).

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1. The Arena of Blood

The air was thick with smoke and gasoline.

The Death Race Arena was a monstrous circle of steel, spikes, and fire. Thousands of prisoners filled the stands, screaming for blood.

Spotlights cut through the darkness, illuminating ten cars lined up at the starting grid.

Engines rumbled like caged beasts.

Jaxon sat behind the wheel of his battered black muscle car, his fingers gripping the wheel.

On the big screen, the Warden's smirking face appeared.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Prisoners, murderers, and psychopaths—welcome to the final Death Race!"

The crowd roared.

"And look who we have here… Driver 88, our reigning champion! But will he survive one last time?"

Jaxon didn't react.

His heart was steady.

His real plan was already in motion.

The countdown began.

10… 9… 8…

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2. The Racers of Hell

Jaxon's eyes flicked to his competitors.

Nine other racers. Killers, warlords, psychopaths.

And one stood out.

"The Butcher."

A seven-foot-tall ex-military executioner.

His car? A steel-plated monster rigged with mounted machine guns.

"Gonna rip your spine out, 88," he growled.

Jaxon smirked.

"You can try."

5… 4… 3…

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3. The Gates of Death

BOOM!

The gates blasted open.

Engines roared.

Jaxon slammed the gas.

The race exploded into chaos.

Flamethrowers erupted from the walls.

Spikes shot up from the ground.

Cars spun, flipped, and exploded.

Jaxon weaved through the carnage, barely dodging a wreck that sent flames sky-high.

The Butcher was gaining on him.

Jaxon gritted his teeth.

Let him come.

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4. Betrayal on the Track

Midway through the race, Jaxon's radio crackled.

"88… change of plans."

Vera's voice.

Jaxon's pulse spiked.

"What?"

"The Warden moved your brother. The bomb's in the tower now. You have to get to him before the race ends!"

Jaxon's breath caught.

This wasn't just about winning.

If he crossed that finish line, Lucas would die.

His only option?

Escape.

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5. The Escape Plan

Jaxon slammed the brakes, swerving off the track.

Guards shouted.

Alarms blared.

The Warden's voice cut through the speakers.

"Going somewhere, 88?"

Steel barriers shot up—blocking every exit.

A trap.

Jaxon's jaw clenched.

But Vera had anticipated this.

"Look left."

He did.

A hidden tunnel.

Jaxon didn't hesitate.

He hit the gas and plowed through.

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6. The Final Confrontation

Jaxon burst into the Warden's tower, shotgun in hand.

Lucas sat strapped to a chair, the bomb timer ticking.

And in front of him?

The Warden.

Smiling.

"You're predictable, 88."

Jaxon raised the gun.

"Take off the bomb. Now."

The Warden chuckled.

"Or what? Shoot me? That won't stop the timer."

Jaxon's mind raced.

He needed an out.

And then—

A new voice.

"He won't have to."

The Warden's eyes widened.

Vera.

Standing behind him.

Gun pressed to his skull.

"Game over."

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END OF CHAPTER 11