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For as long as he can remember, he was always the fastest. He remembered races with his siblings always ending up with him always in first. When his parents realized he’s unbelievable speed, they put him in all running related sports.
All meetings ended up with him taking the trophy or ribbon home. It was okay though, because it was fun! His blood pumping in his heart, the cheering of his name, the adrenaline rushing all through his body as he speeded ahead of his opponent. It was all so fun!
… until it wasn’t.
His teams started to put less effort in their meets because they knew as long they had him, they would win. Not only that, but it started to get boring winning all the time. There was no point of playing the game if you already knew the outcome in the end. Everything started to blur together.
Then, a manager of a sports company offered him a job at one of his last track meets in high school. He took it, because maybe, just maybe it would bring back that bit of enjoyment in his life he had lost. Maybe he find someone that could give him a challenge. To get that feel again.
It didn’t.
In the end, it was just like high school. His team would realize as long they had him, they would win and they could slack off. At some point he swapped to more solo sports, like running marathons, and even those were boring, because everyone knew the outcome.
“And Rhodes crossed the line!”
“Rhodes takes the trophy again for the third year in a row!”
“Here comes Rhodes, with no sweat at all, you think anyone can beat him Nick?”
He thought he just live in this cycle of winning and running and winning and running and winning and running and-
Until him.
Until he met the hermit of his new neighborhood, the lone wolf.
(Though, coyote was more fitting.)
Who would scowl at him whenever their eyes meet. Who would keep him on his toes. Who brought back that missing piece he lost so long ago.
Wile E Coyote.
He had to be his. He was going to be his. He will be his.
He just had to claim him before anyone else. Wile was the prize that he will get once he finish the race. His attention, his heart, his whole being would be his award when he cross that line.
And Roy had never lost a race.