I AM YOU

Disclaimer: I do not own Speed Racer. I DO own the movie (YAY!!) and all the Animated Series DVDs except for season four. I own the plot and Evil Speed so if you try to sue me, I'm sure Spritle would love to send you some Chim-Chim cookies (Poop).

A/N: This fic I started a long time agoand I was pleased that no one else thought of it yet, so here it is. Set in the animated universe, this fic was inspired by the second or third Superman movie. (You'll see why in later chapters). As always, reviews are welcome.

He was Speed's opposite. His negative. He was the young driver's darkest thoughts; his most heinous desires. He had been festering since Rex left home many years ago and now he was free, released when Speed rejected him and became a good, honest driver. He had two goals: to kill Speed Racer and take over the young driver's life; driving the way Speed should be driving. As for Speed's girlfriend—the idiot should have made a move already but couldn't because of his nature. After the Negative was finished decimating the troublesome, weak, good part of the young racer, he'd fix that mistake. He had waited for a long time; contriving the means to Speed's end; an end that would come, ironically, with the help of a Mach.

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Trixie Shimera squealed in excitement as she and Speed sailed over the ridge and landed on the road with a thud. She loved it when the young driver took her along on one of his practice runs. She loved it when Speed took her anywhere alone. The middle Racer was a gentleman and always treated Trixie with respect. He loved her and would never do anything to hurt her. Speed was also very protective and demonstrated it when a black car nearly ran them off the road. The skilled driver spun the Mach 5 right before impact so that the reckless car crashed into his side instead of the passenger's side. As the car backed off, both Speed and Trixie gasped in horror and surprise.

The Car looked exactly like the Mach 5, the only differences were that it was black, with a gold exaggerated 'M' on the front and the fives on the side were upside—down. There was another similarity and Trixie didn't like it at all:

"Speed! The driver! It's—YOU!"

The black mach came at them again, this time with rotary saws spinning. Trixie screamed but Speed activated the autojacks and the danger zoomed under them. The quick thinking driver barely had time to close the cockpit as the menacing vehicle opened fire with a machine gun mounted where the homing robot should have been.

"Hang on, Trixie! I'll lose him in the falls!" Speed yelled.

The Mach 5 sped toward the waterfall, the driver ignoring the barrage of bullets thrown by the pursuing car. Gritting his teeth, Speed launched the Mach 5 into the air, sailing over the road rail, through the falls and away from danger. Only then did he allow himself to breathe.

Something inside the daring young man knew who had attacked them and it was no fake. No trickery was involved here. Trixie interrupted his thoughts with her own fuming opinion.

"What a dirty trick! That maniac should be locked up in an asylum! He could have killed us! Come on, Speed, let's catch him then we'll find out who he is!"

"I already know who it is, Trix."

"Who, Speed? You don't think it's Rex, do you?"

Speed shook his head, "No. My older brother Rex would never hurt me. That was not Rex."

"Then who—?"

"It's. . . me, Trixie. Somehow, something inside me got loose."

"It doesn't seem right to me, though. That. . . thing out there had murderous intentions and drove with emotions I've never seen you display. That couldn't have possibly been a part of you, Speed Racer!"

"Maybe that's why I don't display dark emotions, Trixie. Maybe the negative part of me that I rejected years ago separated itself from my consciousness and manifested itself into an evil version of me."

"Why would it want to kill you?'

"That I'm still trying to figure out. I think he's gone now, so we can go."

The Mach 5 shot out of the falls and headed back to the Racer home, its driver knowing that their assailant lurked nearby yet unaware that his alternate had positioned itself not far from the house.

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Speed knew he was out there somewhere, looking for him, waiting for him. That suited Evil Speed just fine. As the young negative polished the Doom Mach, he grinned wickedly. The black and gold car was a weapon on wheels; with a mounted machine gun, four rotary saws, a bazooka and two spearhooks, the Doom Mach spelled DEATH for anyone who got too close. E.S. would use all these installments except the bazooka to render the second most important thing in his alter self's life into a pile of scrap metal.

And he was going to make Speed watch.

E.S. licked his lips and sneered. After the Mach 5 was totally and completely destroyed, he would snap his nemesis out of the shock stupor he was sure to be stuck in, and they would then fight to the death. Speed's death.

It was a flawless plan. Nothing was going to stop it. Nothing.