Steven was NOT used to being out so late. Normally a home-body, and certainly no social butterfly, the tall, thin, borderline gawky young man adjusted his glasses and pulled his jacket tighter in response to the crisp, fall wind.
Despite his tendencies, he'd allowed himself to be talked into going out with a few of his co-workers to watch a football game at a local pub. Oddly enough, he'd had a fine time. So fine in fact, that he'd lost track of time and ended up staying with his inebriated co-workers until half past 12.
After realizing how late it was, he'd managed to get himself away from them and went about getting himself home as quickly and efficiently as possible. He faced quite a long walk home, on the blustery, borderline chilly night, but he took some comfort in the fact that he was off work the next day and wouldn't have to be up early. Granted, if he woke them up his Mum and Dad would be a bit upset.
The streets were lit well enough, but the overcast fall night gave everything a foggy, almost claustrophobic feel. Shafts of light beneath individual streetlights only illuminated what was directly beneath them.
Cutting through an even more poorly lit alleyway in a disused industrial part of town in an effort to get home more quickly, Steven did his best not to let his nerves and imagination to play their games with him.
The relative silence of his walk came to an abrupt end as he was halfway across an empty lot. The loud, chirping bark of a sports motorcycle, it's gears grinding and it's throttle fluctuating wildly, made Steven jump in surprise and turn around to see where it was approaching from. Behind him, a figure in black on an equally black bike came barreling toward him.
Careening through a chain-link gate that had been bolted shut, the impact sending sparks flying off into the night.
"Holy shit!!!" Steven yelped as he backed up, the bike and passenger barely missing him as it swayed from side to side, fuel leaking from apparent bullet holes in the tank.
The rider struggled to keep it upright and moving, their movements sluggish and panicky. Finally, the bike pitched to it's side sending it's rider rolling away from it.
Steven rushed toward the darkened figure, eager to help. He was shocked to see that that figure was apparently a woman!
Helmeted, the rider was clad in an incredibly tight catsuit of some kind. Her entire ensemble was black, with a notched pattern across it's surface that looked to Steven to be similar to that of a snake or reptile. The woman looked out of it, her helmet leaning far forward as she climbed up on her hands and knees after coming to a stop.
As he approached her, Steven noticed that she was wearing knee-high stiletto heeled boots with the same black, snake-like pattern as her bodysuit. He briefly thought it was an odd choice of footwear for a motorbike rider, but pushed that thought aside as his mind returned to the possible gravity of the situation.
"Miss?!? Are you okay?!? Was someone shooting at you, I think there are bullet holes in your..." As Steven got to her side, the woman swung out with her left arm, sending the tall young man sliding across the pavement, the wind knocked out of him.
As he sat up, gasping for breath, he could see the woman turn to look at him. With claw-like, gloved hands she reached up and pulled off her motorcycle helmet, revealing NOTHING!!!
Steven gasped even harder as his heart raced. A thin, graceful neck with a glowing, blue-white light coming from within in it was all that rested beneath the mysterious rider's now removed helmet. "W-w-what in the Hell are you...?" he whispered.
The figure tense up and bounded toward him on all fours at lightning speed. The last thing Steven remembered was her gloved hands around his throat.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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