Lightning In Pursuit

'750 meters.... 700 meters... 650 meters...'

Draven's eyes narrowed as he counted down the distance to his target, his mind zeroed in on every meter that closed the gap.

VOOM!

He sped through the streets, leaving a massive gust of wind and a streak of purple lightning in his wake. People on the sidewalks gasped, their heads whipping around to catch a glimpse of the blur that had just rocketed past them as snack papers were kicked up by the wind.

"What was that?!"

"Did you see that? Looked like lightning, but... purple?"

"Was it a jet? No way it's moving that fast down here!"

Cars on the road were no exception. Draven made his way around them effortlessly, overtaking vehicles with ease. Many drivers glanced out their windows in confusion, seeing only a blur pass them by.

One driver spike nervously, "What the heck? I didn't even see him in my mirror..."