Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 283: Life Of Speedster Sarah

Sarah barely waited for the crowd to fully settle before she dipped. Emma had been escorted to the school clinic—girl had straight-up fainted from shock, and honestly?

Fair. She'd nearly been obliterated by a falling pole in front of the entire gym. That kinda trauma didn't just fade overnight. Sarah figured she'd probably need a month or two with a therapist just to process that near-death experience. Maybe even more.

That wasn't the kinda thing you bounced back from in a week or less.

As soon as Sarah made it to the bathroom, she shoved herself into the nearest stall and locked the door. A heavy breath left her lips as she leaned against the wall, body finally catching up to the insanity of what just happened. Her legs gave out, slow but inevitable, until she was sliding down the wall like a deflating balloon, ending up half-slumped against the toilet seat.

Not the most glamorous position, but fuck it—she wasn't exactly feeling glamorous right now.

Her heart was still racing. Her hands? Slightly shaky. Her brain? Completely fried.

What the hell was that?

That whole scene just now? Straight-up movie material. It practically looked like a ripoff of Moving. Sarah let out a dry laugh and exhaled again, rubbing her face. This was the third time.

Third.

Three separate times she had used these powers to save someone's ass. The first time had been pure instinct.

The second? Well, she'd gone full research mode and binge-watched Red Speedster from start to finish, trying to make sense of her situation. Spoiler alert: it didn't help. Fiction was fiction. This was real.

For half a second, she'd entertained the thought of being an actual superhero. You know, a masked vigilante, running the streets, saving lives, the whole flashy cape-and-lightning aesthetic. But then reality had slapped her right across the face. Hard.

Because she knew how heroes ended up. Dead. Or alone.

No in-between.

And if she was being brutally honest with herself? She wasn't built for that.

She wasn't a hero.

Sarah let her head thunk back against the stall wall. "I'm a fucking coward, alright?" she muttered, voice dry but truthful. "I don't have that whole… noble, self-sacrificing, 'die for the greater good' complex. That ain't me."

She wasn't gonna be out here risking her life for strangers like some main character in a CW show. Nah. If she was gonna use these powers, it was gonna be in the shadows, fast as hell, no one the wiser.

Fastest bitch alive? Cool. But she'd be the fastest bitch no one knew existed.

Another sigh.

When had her life even turned into… this?

Her lips parted slightly before she muttered the answer to herself. "That time…"

Yeah. That time.

That shift. The one she'd been late for.

She could still hear her old manager's voice, absolutely ripping I'm her when she showed up damn near twenty minutes late for work. She thought her life was over right then and there. No job meant no money. No money meant… well, disaster.

And yet, somehow, by some divine miracle, the guy gave her a second chance.

Which was wild considering where she worked. Her friends had told her only the ultra-rich dined there, that their single meals could probably cover the rent of an entire penthouse. She hadn't believed them—until she saw it with her own two eyes.

And then that happened.

That night.

That fucking night.

Sarah still remembered the young couple. Her age. Exactly her fucking age. And they had money like they printed it in their damn basement.

She'd been polite, done her job, but she damn near choked on air when the girl casually asked for her account number and tipped her fifty thousand dollars.

Fifty. Fucking. Thousand.

Like it was a hundred-dollar bill.

If capitalism had a face, she would've thrown hands with it that night.

And just when she thought that was the biggest shock of her life?

BAM.

She turned into a damn blue lightning speedster, still because of that same couple. They were the reason her life was like this!

Sarah groaned, dragging a hand down her face.

"In the name of all things holy… my life is a fucking movie."

And not even the fun kind.

The wild, chaotic, what-the-fuck-is-this-plot kind.

If someone was watching her like she was some TV show character, she already knew they were out there, throwing in their judgmental-ass commentary.

Well, fuck them.

They didn't know shit.

Life was fucking life. And right now? Hers was ridiculous.

Would she ever meet them again? She couldn't deny that thought. That couple.

That absurdly rich, casually life-changing couple. Sarah leaned her head back against the stall wall, staring up at the ceiling like it held the answers. Those two were the whole reason her life had taken this insane turn. Because of them—she and her little sister weren't stuck in that shitty old apartment anymore. They had a nice place now—expensive, even.

They had food on the table—not just food, but actual, good meals, twice a day without stressing over it. And most importantly? Her little sister was back in school.

Sarah let out a slow exhale, the weight of all that crashing over her again. And now? Now she actually had time to chill. To breathe. To chase after her dream. Basketball.

She'd always wanted to play. Always. But it had been a struggle. Not just the sport itself—because yeah, it was hard as hell—but also the reality of life. Money. Time. Stability. She kept pushing for a while. Kept trying to make it work. But eventually? She gave up. She had to.

Until recently. That damn $50K had flipped her world upside down. With financial stability no longer a daily battle, she'd been able to pick up the ball again but this time it was a fucking hobby than a life line. And fuck, did it feel good.

Another sigh. If only she hadn't dropped out of school. But… no. No regrets. She could go back if she really wanted to. She didn't. Even after getting that money, she hadn't seriously considered it. And then, another shock hit her, and that just sealed the deal. Besides, anything she wanted to learn now? She could just do it online.

As long as it pushed her forward—whether in basketball or this new crazy-ass speedster situation—she didn't care how she learned it.

Alright. Enough stalling. Sarah pushed herself up, her muscles still a little wobbly from the adrenaline dump. She stepped out of the stall, heading straight for the sinks.

Wash hands. Splash some water on her face. Look at herself in the mirror. Yeah. Still her. Still here. It was late now. She'd been hiding out in the bathroom for way too long.

To be fair, it wasn't just about processing what happened—she was also avoiding someone. And she'd done a damn good job of it, too.

Luckily, the school was still busy. There was a big match tomorrow, and a lot of students were still hanging around, either practicing, hyping themselves up, or just fucking around. Which meant it was finally safe to dip.

She could go home now. And face her actual problem. Or more specifically—a troublesome-ass individual.

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Sarah groaned before she even stepped outside. This was that couple's fault, too. If it weren't for them, she wouldn't be stuck with that person.

But… could she really blame them? If she somehow went back in time, would she change anything? Hell no. Her sister was in a good school thanks to them. She had a solid place to live thanks to them. She was making at least a $2,000 a day—a fucking day—thanks to them.

And, oh yeah, she had goddamn superpowers thanks to them.

How do you regret things like that? You don't. She just had to endure. Endure the bullshit. Endure living with that person. And eventually? Life was gonna be heaven.

By the time she stepped into the parking lot, she was already shaking her head at herself. A few weeks ago, she was scraping by, trying to survive.

Now? Now she was walking up to her own car. A damn good one, too. A $30K beast. Not the kind of car that screamed, Look at me, I'm a millionaire, but the kind that said, Yeah, I got my shit together, and I drive fast as fuck.

Sarah yanked the door open, slid into the driver's seat, and let out a slow exhale as she gripped the wheel.

"…What the fuck is my life."

She owned a car. She owned a fucking condo.

In just a few weeks.

This was insane.

And the craziest part?

This was only the beginning.

She smirked, turned the ignition, and sped the hell out of there.