By Mitchell Graves
One day in the junk yard I found an old motorcycle that had a funny symbol on it that I had never seen before. It looked like a howling wolf. The motorcycle was a gold and black street bike with faded paint. I decided right then that I was going to buy the bike and fix it up. A young man walks up to me,
“What’s going on?”
“I’d like to buy this bike. What can you tell me about it?”
“There’s some weird stuff going on bro. I’ll give you a great price on that bike if you take it off my hands. $50 and it’s yours.”
“$50! That’s a steal. I’ll take it right now but I need some gas for it.”
“Ok, you’ve got a deal.”
The old bike started right up once the junk yard man had filled it up. I get on the bike and start heading home, suddenly I hear a voice.
“What are you doing?”
The bike veers off the road and I try to get it back under control. The next thing I know I am flying through the air and crash into the side of a house. I opened my eyes. “Aaahhhh!” Every bone in my body hurt. I try to sit up, “Craaaap, this sucks!” I pass out again. The next thing I know I am lying in my bed at home with bandages all over me. My mom walks into my room with a bowl of soup. “So are you going to tell me what happened?”
“I don’t remember…” I muttered as I slurped up the soup.
“I don’t believe you for a second. You need to spill the beans right now.”
“I bought an old motorcycle at the junkyard. That’s all…”
“Hmmmmm….Well your bike is all messed up after the wreck you were in so you’ll have to do some work on it.”
A couple of weeks later, once I had healed, I went back to school and decided to use their workshop to fix up my bike. I had to borrow my Dad’s truck to get the bike to the shop because it was so banged up. I spent a lot of hours working on the bike and fixing it up so that I could ride it again. Finally one day it was all finished, and with a new coat of paint the motorcycle looked as good as new. I put in a hip hop cd and rocked out to the music. Finally I could go for a ride again!
I pulled on my helmet and rode over to my girlfriend’s house. “Let’s go for a ride babe, we’ll go get something to eat.” At the Chinese restaurant I told her,
“Look, I’m going to get out of town for a while. I want you to come with me.”
“Sweet, but we have to leave tonight.”
That night we were cruising down the highway and in the distance I saw a sign on the side of the road. It pointed to an old abandoned army base. I decided to take the turnoff and see what happened. My girlfriend said, “Hmmm…where are we going?”
“Well, wherever the road takes us!”
As we got closer to the army base a voice cried, “You should turn around. You’re going to a bad place.”
“Is that the bike talking?!” I wondered.
“Ahhhhhh!” screamed my girlfriend, “You’re bike is talking to us!”
“Chill out babe, it’s harmless.”
“Well maybe we should listen to it and turn around!” she cried.
“No, I want to go on.”
Once we got to the army base I proposed to my girlfriend.
“Yes, I will marry you.” She was so excited.
“This was my plan all along!”
Suddenly there is the sound of roaring engines. A gang of motorcycles appears out of the darkness. They circle my girlfriend and I. “We want your bike kid!”
“Back off!” I cried, “I don’t want any trouble.”
“Hahahahahahahahaha!,” laughed the men, “I’d like your girl too!”
“Don’t touch her!”
The bikes start to ride faster and faster and the circle closes in.
“We call this the circle of death! Hahahahaha!”
Suddenly another voice cried out, “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!”
Everything went quiet, the gang stopped circling.
Brrrrmmmmmbrmmbrmmbrmm! I turned around to see my bike coming towards me but there was no one on it. It was driving by itself!
“See babe, everything will be alright.”
The gang starts up their engines and all of them ride towards my precious motorcycle.
Rrrratatatatat!!! Bullets fly through air and I throw my girlfriend down to the ground. As I run towards my bike dodging bullets I see the gang members being shot to the ground. I jump through the air and slide towards my bike. Finally I reach it and climb on.
“Hop on! I told you this was a bad place. We need to get out of here!” my bike yelled at me.
“Whatever, you’re right and I’m wrong. We need to get my girl before she’s killed.”
The bike spins around and as we ride past my girlfriend I swoop her up and hold her in my arms.
“By the way, what’s your name?” I ask my motorcycle.
“Call me Sapphire. I am here to protect you in your adventures and I will be there for you whenever you need me.”
“We need to go now!” screams my girlfriend.
“Hold on tight,” says Sapphire, “Let’s rock!”
The front wheel lifted off the ground as Sapphire revved her engine and we sped off into the darkness leaving the bike gang in our dust.
As we sped through the gates of the army base I threw a bomb over my shoulder. “Keep going Sapphire, we need to move fast!”
BOOOOOOOMMM! I turned around and watched the army base explode.
“Let’s keep riding Sapphire. I still want to go on my adventures around the country.”
“Ok,” says Sapphire, “But one thing, you need to listen to me when I tell you we’re going to a bad place.”
“Cool with me! Sapphire, I always have strange things that happen to me. I’ll need you to protect me wherever we go.”
As we ride off into the darkness lone motorbike follows our tracks. It’s the evil boss from the motorcycle gang. “I will get that motorcycle soon, it knows too much about us,” cackled the boss, “Then I will get my revenge for killing the gang. I want that kid! That teenage punk! He will die!”
To be continued.