Xanthine's Point of View During the Car Chase
The roar of engines filled the air, a chorus of pursuit that chased her and Dianne through the winding streets of the city. The tires of Dianne's sleek black sports car squealed as she slammed her foot on the accelerator, weaving through traffic with a precise fluidity. Xanthine leaned back in her seat, her posture relaxed, though her mind was sharp, calculating every move ahead.
The scent of rubber on asphalt, the distant honking of horns, and the flashing lights of oncoming vehicles had all become a familiar hum in the background. They were being followed, no doubt about it. The shadows on the road had become more than just streetlights—they were a promise of danger creeping closer.
Dianne, as always, made the situation feel like a game. The car drifted effortlessly through tight corners, the tires skimming the edges of parked cars like a dancer avoiding a partner's feet. Xanthine's eyes flicked to the side mirror, watching as the pursuers stayed on their tail, relentless and closing in. But Dianne wasn't worried. If anything, she seemed to relish the challenge, her lips curling in that signature smirk of hers.
'Dianne, you good?' Leo's voice suddenly filled Xanthine's mind, a familiar, grounding presence.Dianne responded, her tone as playful and full of arrogance as ever. 'You know me, Leo. I don't do well with mortals. They tried to follow me, but I made sure they got a taste of something more... magical.'
Xanthine raised an eyebrow, amused. She could already feel the shift in the air, the slight hum of magic in Dianne's wake. Dianne was never one to leave things to chance.
From the shotgun seat , Xanthine could see the pursuers beginning to lose ground—cars suddenly swerving, their drivers helpless as if something invisible had gripped their wheels. But
Dianne wasn't finished yet.
With a small flick of her wrist, the magic she wove through the vehicle's exhaust and undercarriage came alive. A shimmer of energy pulsed from the engine, flaring to life. The pursuers' cars suddenly jolted forward as if their engines had been yanked at the last second.
They skidded, jerked left, and right, barely able to stay on course. It was like watching a symphony of chaos orchestrated by Dianne's power.
Xanthine couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, her fingers tapping lightly on the window as the world blurred outside. "Classic Dianne."
The once-chasing cars began to falter, one by one. Tires screeched in panic as the drivers fought to regain control. Some of them slammed into nearby curbs, others into the backs of slower-moving vehicles. A few were even forced to reverse, trying to navigate the mess they had created. Dianne's magic had essentially rewritten their reality, if only for a moment.
'Good. Keep them off your tail, and be careful. Don't push your limits,' Leo's voice reminded, his concern always evident despite the confidence Dianne exuded.
Dianne's laughter rippled through the connection, light-hearted but full of amusement. 'Oh, I'll be fine. You just keep watching, Leo.'
The traffic had become a twisted dance of vehicles moving in impossible directions, but Dianne wasn't just messing with their pursuers—she was setting them up for the next move. As one of the cars pulled alongside, it suddenly veered wildly to the left, its driver struggling to correct.
With a flick of Dianne's hand, the car's tires erupted in a flash of smoke, screeching to a halt. The next car in line didn't have the space to react and crashed into it, sending a cascade of chaos through the narrow street.
Xanthine watched it all unfold, her calm demeanor unwavering as Dianne's magic continued to warp the pursuit. There was no need for Xanthine to do anything—Dianne had it covered, and besides, a little chaos was always fun to watch.
Dianne's voice echoed in Xanthine's mind one last time. 'They're off me now. These mortals should know better than to chase a storm.'
Xanthine smiled to herself, admiring her sister's finesse in handling the situation. "You do know how to make an exit," she muttered under her breath, knowing full well that Dianne was probably reveling in the aftermath of the chaos she had caused. The situation was handled—time to move on.