Wraith
The things I want to do to him right now!
What makes it even worse is that they’re not even sexual things I want to do to him.
I want to kill him right now which is why I had to walk away before I make a mistake I’d regret and I never regret killing others!
But for some reason I know I’d regret killing him.
I need a drink but I can’t if I’m going to race which is soon but believe me if things go the way I’m expecting them to after the race I’m ordering the strongest drink they’re serving.
“You good bro?” Frani asks when I approach her.
She’s drinking wine, I know she is, if the smell she’s exuding is anything to go by. Her breath even smells like the wine she’s drinking. I look at her cup and see the liquid slosh around in it.
“I’m fine.” I grunt sitting down next to her.
“It’s almost your turn.” She says with a smile.
“I know and I can’t fucking wait.” I say, meaning every word.
I sit back and watch the races in silence until it’s my time.
Getting up from my seat I go over to where I parked my bike, near the track, and get ready.
As I get ready all I can think about is a drunk Harshal at a club or bar talking to some other guys and him fucking them.
It makes my fucking blood boil at an unsafe temperature.
I growl lowly as I force those thoughts to leave my head.
Closing my eyes as my helmet dangles from my fingertips I count to ten.
As I count I imagine a gun and each number I count a bullet is released from the barrel of the weapon.
It calms me and I take a deep breath before opening my eyes again and seeing my opponent getting ready beside me.
“You ready to eat my dust?” he asks all confident.
I snort in response as I get on my bike and turn on the ignition.
I slide my helmet on then drive off to the starting line.
People begin to cheer for me and I groan when I see the two girls I hate the most standing front and center.
Emma and Kinsley. Both of them dressed identical.
Really short skirts with a black and white checkered print on them, ripped black crop tops that showed that their tits are held by a lacey bra, and black leather jackets.
“Go Wraith!” they both shout. “We love you!”
I shake my head and roll my eyes. No matter how much I show disinterest in those girls they always come back as if I’m destined to be with one of them.
Kinsley, I think, I can’t tell them apart even though they are not twins, I just don’t remember who is who they always approach me as a pair and are annoying, walks over to Zachery and whispers something in his ear.
Bending down into a bag that matches her skirt she pulls out a flowy green cloth as Zachery nods to whatever she’s saying to him.
She jumps in excitement before running onto the track, smack dap in the middle, her top barely doing anything to keep her breasts from nearly spilling out of it.
I groan and shake my head. She grins like a kid on Christmas Morning as she raises both of her hands.
She stares directly into my soul as my opponent and I wait for her drop her arms letting us know the race has begun.
My visor is down, shadowing my eyes but somehow she finds my eyes and doesn’t break contact, so my eyes break contact and fall on the green cloth in her hand.
What feels like an eternity later she drops her hands and I zoom by her and follow the track.
I need to go around the huge track and finish eight laps before I can win this race, which is more than the previous racers.
It’s said to be the final laps which is why I picked to go last because I get to have more fun racing my bike on the track.
I’m currently ahead of my opponent but he’s not too far behind me which tells me I need to up my game.
We come around a corner and he nearly crashes into me.
“The fuck man!” I shout through the roaring of our motors. “Pick your lane and stay in it!”
I doubt if he heard me because of our roaring motors and our helmets muffling our voices, but still, I needed to get it off my chest. He’s still on my tail so I pick up speed, leaving him far behind.
Soon I zone out and all I see is the track and the blur of everything else.
My breathing becomes more profound and I’m focusing on that as I continue to race.
My mind is clear as I feel the rumble of the bike beneath my body and for what feels like the first time in a long time I’m free from the worries and stresses of life.
I’m soaring high above the clouds with my dark angel wings that’ll take me wherever I please.
That is until a bullet hardly misses me by an inch.
I’m taken aback as I watch the bullet plunge into a nearby object.
The object was a blur so I can’t say what the hell it was.
Another bullet flies by followed by a few more.
“Hey man, we need to get out of here!” I hear my opponent say. “Someone is shooting at us!”
I slow my bike down and my opponent comes up beside me. He flips his visor up.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m not hit.” I say, my eyes scanning the crowd.
I find Frani with her gun pulled out, ready to fire, as she takes cover behind a table.
People are scattered everywhere as they shout and run to safety—or try to anyway.
I see various people get shot in either the head, arm, neck, mouth, leg, or somewhere in their torso.
I rev my engine and drive up to Grey Eyes when I spot him.
“Climb on!” I demand, taking my helmet off.
“What, why I’m having a great time!” he protests.
Fuck, he’s still drunk. He comes over to me and surprises the literal fuck out of me.
His lips press to mine and I freeze for a second before the taste of him registers on my lips.
He swipes his tongue along my lips and at first I wouldn’t open them but then they open slightly.
He takes that as a sign to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue into my mouth.
Now I’m not an asshole who takes advantage of guys when they’re drunk but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t rock fucking hard and didn’t have this giant urge to kiss him back with my entire being.
But I am, after all, a gentleman so I only kiss him back.
.. softly. He hums into my mouth before pulling back, leaving me both hard and stunned at the same damn time.
“Does anyone else hear those fireworks, they sound nearby but... I can’t see them.” He says, squinting up at the sky.
I go to open my mouth to speak again but it’s too late. He’s been shot. He shouts in pain while holding his arm.
Shit! He falls off the table he’s been standing on since I walked away from him and I catch him, placing him on my bike, making sure he’s secured tightly on it.
Looking around I try to see if I find any shooters but I don’t and right now the smartest thing to do is to drive Grey Eyes to the nearest hospital.
“Do you see the shooters?” Frani asks.
“No, I need to take Grey—Harshal to the hospital he’s been shot.” I state.
A bullet flies between Frani and I. We look in the direction it came from and I spot the motherfucker with a gun in his hand running to take cover again.
Snatching Frani’s gun out of her hand I aim and shoot.
The bullet lands in the fuckers ankle, causing him to fall to the ground grabbing his ankle.
“Nice shot little bro.” Frani says.
I flip her off before giving her the gun back. Revving my engine I say,
“I’ll be at the hospital.”
I then zoom off to the nearest emergency room.