Chapter 15

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Reggie and I ran off and left the third guy way behind us.

Reggie: I told him he's gonna get whooped!

Y/N: So, how are we gonna work this out Reggie?

Reggie: Work out what? There's nothing to work out. I'll win.

Y/N: Did you hear what the Homelander said?

Reggie: Huh? That he'll eat my liver?

Y/N: No, before that. When he was talking to me I mean.

Reggie: Nah, probably wished his new favourite speedster good luck.

Y/N: Quite the opposite.

Reggie: What? Does that mean he wants me to win? Ha! I knew I'm still his favourite.

Y/N: No, you dumbass, listen. He said this race will only end after there's only one of us left.

Reggie: You're capping, we'll have ten laps as always.

Y/N: You better believe me and help me work this out before it's too late.

Reggie: Work with you? Oh, now you wanna work with me, huh?

His funny mood changed back to a bitter and angry one.

Y/N: We have to work on this together man, or one of us is gonna die.

Reggie: I don't give a shit if you die.

Y/N; I won't be the one that'll die, so you better start giving a shit.

Reggie: I'm the OG, and I'm on stage four too now. There's no way you can beat me. I have the experience that you lack.

Y/N: I have an almost unlimited amount of Stage four in this suit.

Reggie: So what? You're gonna stop and inject yourself with it before continuing the race?

Y/N: No, this suit will inject me with V automatically when I need it.

Reggie: How? Where did you get this fucking suit from?

Y/N: Work with me on this one and maybe I'll tell you.

Reggie: I don't like working with people who backstabbed me.

Y/N: Oh, come on Reggie. Nobody backstabbed you, especially not me. I was offered a spot in the Seven and I accepted. I never wanted you to lose your spot.

Reggie: Oh, you didn't? Then stop and let me win this race, and after that, just get the fuck outta my life. How does that sound?

Y/N: That sounds stupid and it's not possible.

Reggie: Why? Because your pride won't let you lose?

Y/N: I already told you, this race will not end until one of us is dead. The Homelander said that himself.

Reggie: How many V supplies are in your suit?

Y/N: A lot of them.

Reggie: More than ten?

Y/N: A lot more than that.

Reggie: Fuck, I won't be able to win against that many V shots...

Y/N: That's why I'm telling you that we should work something out.

Reggie: Why?

Y/N: So none of us will die.

Reggie: No, I mean why did you tell me? I didn't hear what Homelander said, you could've just kept running until I died. You would've won and gotten the spot in the Seven.

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