Wraith
We’re almost to the place Jamie told us to meet him at. But right now we are at the gas station to fill up our bikes. I’m the only one outside when a little boy comes up to me and taps my leg. I still have my helmet on, so I flip the visor up and look down at him.
“Cool bike.” He says. “And it’s in my favorite color.”
I smirk.
“Your favorite color is grey?” I ask.
He nods.
“Me too Buddy.” I say.
He holds up his phone.
“Can I take a picture with you, sir?” he asks.
I look down at my bike then at him.
“Where’s your mommy?” I ask.
“She’s in the store.” He replies.
“Are you sure she wants you out here?” I ask.
“I’m a big boy now.” He responds.
I chuckle. “Alright, let’s take a photo.”
Grabbing him I scoot back a little and place him in front of me on the bike. Taking the phone I position it in front of our faces.
“Say bikers’ rule.” I say.
“Bikers rule!” the boy smiles as I flip my visor back down.
I snap the picture and the boy cheers.
“Thank you, Mister Biker!”
“Anytime, little man.” I say, helping him slide off my bike.
Just as his feet touch the ground a green bike pulls around. The rider looks at me with a frown on his face before he pulls up at a pump and gets off his vehicle. He turns to pay for his gas as I continue to watch him.
Frani and the rest of the gang come out and get on their bikes.
“Everything okay?” Frani asks. “And who’s the little boy?”
Looking away from the mysterious biker I look at the boy who is still standing next to me, staring at the photo we just took.
“Hey, go find your mommy and don’t leave her side.” I tell him.
“Okay.” He chirps.
Just as he is about to take his first step a bullet flies by, barely missing my sister, only to plant itself in an empty pump.
Quickly grabbing the boy I sit him on my bike and take off my helmet as the rest of the gang quickly move into action.
I place my helmet on the little boys head and take off, covering his body with my own, making sure he’s safe.
The bullets keep flying after me, so I swerve, duck and dodge them as I keep the boy away from the danger.
The little boy cheers and giggles like he’s on a theme park ride.
I know the one shooting is the guy on the green bike and I’m getting a strong feeling he’s working for Ezmereldain De’Verde, if the green bike is anything to go by.
Looking in the rear-view mirror I see the biker following me and right behind him is my gang.
Shit! I have the boy with me and I need to get him back to his mother.
The wind whips across my face harshly as I speed down the highway.
I hear gunshots sound from behind me which gives me enough time to turn around and head back to the gas station.
The unknown biker continues to follow me.
Grabbing my own gun I aim behind me while still looking forward, driving steadily, and shoot at him.
Looking through the rearview I see that I’ve hit him in his arm.
Bingo! Increasing my speed I reenter the gas station.
Quickly getting off the bike and taking my helmet off the boy I grab him and enter the building, leaving my bike running.
“Go find your mother, now!” I demand with urgency.
He nods while grinning from ear to ear.
“Thank you for the fun ride, sir!” he says before running off to find his mother.
I on the other hand place my helmet on my head and walk back outside. The guy pulls into the parking lot, his gun aimed at me. I duck just as he shoots and he breaks a glass window. People begin to scream from inside the building. Hiding behind a DVD machine I grab my gun and shoot his tires out.
“Shit!” he curses.
While he’s distracted looking at his tires I take that opportunity to sneak up on him.
Grabbing my pocketknife I flick it open and stab him in his back.
He yells in pain before turning to face me.
He punches me in the side of my stomach and goes in for another punch while his other hand holds my hand with the knife.
I catch his fist and kick his feet apart, making him lose balance.
I toss the knife from my right hand and catch it with my left hand.
Elbowing him in the chest he stumbles back, and I follow him as he falls to the ground, gasping for air.
I stand over him before crouching down and punching him anywhere I can, including his helmet.
His visor cracks so I keep my punches there until it fucking shatters.
He manages to trip me and get over me though.
I don’t give him the time of day to do anything because my legs go up and I kick him in the balls, hard.
“Argh!” he shouts, holding himself.
I stand up and slam his head in the nearest pump.
It discombobulates him for a moment leaving him staggering.
Grabbing the actual gas pump I see that the machine states there’s still three dollars left in gas.
Placing the pump through the visor window of the helmet I pour gas inside the fuckers helmet.
He screams as the liquid begins to burn his skin.
I see a discarded lighter not far from us so I grab it and light it before throwing it in the helmet. It immediately goes up in flames. The asshole yells as his head burns. I kick him in his stomach and he falls to the ground. I pour the remaining gas on his body and light his body on fire.
He screams louder, flopping on the ground like a fish out of water.
I get tired of his screaming so I pull out my gun and shoot him in the head.
His body stills instantly. I stand there, watching the flames effortlessly dance on his body.
I see the gang standing on the sideline watching me.
I nod to them and huff in an attempt to regulate my breathing.
Before anyone thinks it’s safe to come out to see what’s going on I get on my bike and ride out of the gas stations parking lot.