"I'm still warming up. We'll see what this demon is worth during the race. This is just a trailer." The excitent slithered through my veins as I saw the bright lights ahead.
Headlights.
The bunch had stopped moving.
We were the last to reach, but lucky enough to see the irritated looks on everyone's face. Anthony's head was hidden behind that tinted helt of his. His posture scread 'smug'. He was sure of that he would end up victorious. He was a competitive man who would never go down without a fight. His superiority complex would be the end of him if it was not for his hard-headed intent on winning every single fucking ti.
It was later when I felt Sean shifting off the bike that I realized that Ethan was at the crown of the crowd. His bike was parked at an odd angle and the other bikes stood behind him. He played with an odd looking piece of cloth in his hand while leaning against that bike of his.
I silently parked the bike at the end of the ssy formation.
Ethan took a few monts before he started to speak in that booming voice of his.
"Hello, bitches!" The collective snickering broke out from the crowd. "We're all gathered here today to beat so biker ass and race towards the cash." The hollering ensued. "But there are fucking rules!"
"No one deviates from the designated route."
"No one hurts any civilian."
"No one hurts another participant during the race."
"You go as fast as you can."
"May the odds be ever in your favor!" Whispers broke out and people laughed at the enthusiastic little ending. They took their positions, as did I. I felt the weight of the event pressing down on . This was a serious matter. It was like one of those rituals that held deeper aning that no outsider could understand. I was an outsider. I'd eventually get the hang of it, I tried to soothe myself.
This was a bonding session, of sorts; each testing their loyalty to the other. Competition brought out the truth behind every mask. It was a tactic to comb through all the mbers of the mob and prune out the rotten ones. Pride, I decided, was the key factor. It was a matter of pride, too. As an outsider, I had no other reading into the matter.
What sounded like a loud 'go,' echoed through the air, followed by the growl of engines being pushed to their limits.
I felt Sean squirm behind as I brought the demon to life and whizzed past a few of the contenders. Adrenaline pumped as the distance between the final destination and we decreased. I realized that it was ti to test the limit of the little demon that purred in satisfaction between my legs. Gripping the handle tighter, I accelerated it until I felt like I was flying. I could hear Sean squealing behind . The poor kid was holding on to for dear life, but I didn't let that deter . I pressed harder and harder until everything beca just a blur. The roaring turned to shrieks. The sirens sang in my ears as I saw glimpses of bikes falling back. Nothing was fast enough. Nothing except that one bike that sped right beside , often overtaking and speeding away for monts. The flash of bronze was all it took. Everything beca sharper at that mont. Harder and harder, the demon broke through all limits, giving Anthony a hard ti.
I saw his face constantly moving from to the road. I saw the woman behind him clutching on to him, his helt on her head. His head was air blown, an explosion of bronze swiveling with the winds around him. I took up too much ti concentrating on that, I realized.
Adrenaline pumped harder, constricting everything within to push harder. Anthony won out, speeding away, not far, but enough for to know that we were losing. I doubted that Sean would be able to find the cash before her.
She was a gold digger, right? Who was better in sniffing out shit worth sothing than her? I thought a bit bitterly. Yes, it was pride. My pride hurt knowing that I wasn't winning and they were.
That wouldn't do.
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