Episode 5: The Awakening of Sin
Sleep was supposed to be rest. For Zoom X, it was revelation.
That night, after stealing another man's wife, Zoom collapsed on his dorm bed. His body ached from the race, from the chaos, from the constant pull of women clawing for him. He closed his eyes and drifted into darkness.
But the darkness wasn't empty.
The veins. The same silver-and-black lines that had spread across his Evo now spread across his dreams. They wrapped around him like serpents, pulsing with hunger. He saw his reflection in the dreamworld mirror — but it wasn't the same boy who woke up from a coma weeks ago.
It was a man with sharper eyes, a crueler smirk, and an aura that screamed: take what you want.
When he woke, sweat clung to his skin. The sun hadn't risen. Music still throbbed from distant dorm parties. But inside, something had changed.
The hesitation was gone. The guilt. The limits.
Now there was only hunger.
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The Shift
Zoom stood in the mirror of his dorm bathroom. His jawline looked sharper. His eyes darker. Every vein in his arms seemed to pulse with that silver-black glow. He touched his reflection, and the words slipped out of his mouth without thought:
"I don't give a fuck anymore."
The thought burned permanent. Racing wasn't just for levels. Sex wasn't just a side effect. This was the game now. Every win fed his car. Every woman fed his soul. Both made him unstoppable.
He didn't want their admiration anymore. He wanted their betrayal. He wanted their girls, their wives, their loyalty torn away and given to him forever. The pain in his rivals' eyes would be his new fuel.
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Dorm Firestorm
By morning, the entire floor of the dorm was buzzing. A fight had broken out between two crews — not over car parts, not over racing positions, but because one of Zoom's permanent conquests had walked past her ex like he didn't exist.
Zoom walked into the chaos, shirt half-buttoned, hair still messy from the night. Eyes turned instantly. Conversations died mid-sentence. Even the women clinging to their boyfriends looked at him like they wanted to be freed from their current lives and pulled into his orbit.
Jason Hiro was there, glaring at him, veins in his neck bulging. His GT-R crew surrounded him, but even his boys were whispering about Zoom's wins, his women, his aura.
Jason pointed a finger across the hall. "You think this is about racing? It's not anymore. You're poisoning this place. Every girl here—every woman—you touch them and they don't come back. That's not natural. That's not human."
Zoom smirked, leaning against the wall. "Then stop me."
Jason's fists balled. The crowd roared, waiting for the explosion. But before Jason could move, the dorm speakers cracked alive.
"After Dark Race announced. Tonight's stakes: betrayal. If you lose, your girl walks with the winner. Permanently."
The dorm went silent, then erupted into cheers.
Zoom's smile widened. "Perfect."
The Race of Betrayal
Midnight. Staten Island's abandoned highway lit up with burning barrels and headlights. Cars lined the cracked asphalt, engines growling, women clinging to their racers' arms.
The crowd was bigger than ever. The story of Zoom's conquest of another man's wife had spread like gasoline on fire. Now everyone wanted to see if the rumors were true—that once a woman gave herself to Zoom, she was lost forever.
Jason Hiro stood across from him, fury burning in his eyes. His girlfriend—blonde, sharp-featured, loyal until tonight—stood at his side. She glanced at Zoom once, just once, and Jason nearly lost his mind.
"Tonight," Jason snarled, "you'll lose. And when you do, I'll take everything from you."
Zoom slid into his Evo, its silver body gleaming under the moon. The veins pulsed like they were alive, black crawling across steel. The car wasn't just his machine anymore—it was his demon.
The countdown began.
3… 2… 1…
Engines screamed.
The racers tore forward. Ten cars total. Each driver hungry, desperate. The stakes weren't money. They weren't levels. They were flesh and loyalty.
Zoom's Evo sliced through the night like a knife. His hands moved before thought, sliding the car into drifts so sharp sparks rained behind him. One racer tried to ram him; Zoom spun the wheel, clipped his rear fender, and sent him spinning into fire.
Jason Hiro was relentless, his GT-R growling like a beast. He swerved hard, cutting into Zoom's path, but Zoom only smirked. Every shove, every attempt to kill him, made the hunger sharper.
Final lap. Final turn.
Zoom's Evo howled, veins pulsing brighter. He slid inside Jason's drift, scraping steel, sparks flying like fireworks. For a second, they were side by side, cars locked in steel-to-steel combat.
Then Zoom's instincts took over. He cut tighter, faster, more savage. His Evo shot forward, crossing the line first.
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The Taking
The crowd lost its mind.
Jason slammed his fists on the wheel, screaming, teeth bared like an animal. His girlfriend froze beside him, torn between fear and hunger. Then she moved. Slowly, carefully, she stepped out of his shadow and walked toward Zoom.
Jason shouted her name. Begged. Threatened. None of it mattered. Her eyes locked on Zoom, and she didn't look back.
She reached him, breath shaking, lips parting. The Evo still ticked hot behind him, the air thick with gasoline and lust. Zoom didn't speak. He grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her close, and the sound of her moan silenced the crowd.
Jason fell to his knees. The betrayal was permanent.
The Dark Smile
Later, in the dorms, the whispers were louder than ever. Women leaned out of doorways when Zoom passed. Men glared with hatred, but their girls stole glances anyway.
Zoom collapsed into bed, the blonde asleep against his chest, her moans still echoing in his ears. But this time, he didn't feel guilt, or even pride.
He only felt hunger.
The darkness inside him had awakened. He didn't just want to win. He didn't just want to race. He wanted to take, to destroy, to own. Every rival, every woman, every race.
He smirked in the dark.
Zoom X wasn't just a racer anymore. He was a curse.