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    Children of the Night Ch2

    Ch 2 – Midnight Race

     

    Shane had not taken a bus nor walked for more than 10 minutes for a very long time.  Not since she got that bike…

     

    But tonight, her beloved bike was ‘bike-jacked’ by the mysterious Carrmen, she had no choice but to walk on her own feet.

     

    The truth was she hated this down to earth feeling, like her wings were clipped. When she was on her bike, she felt like a bird, free to fly where ever she wanted, like floating in the air. She loved the feeling of the gentle breeze flowing through her body and, the harsh wind and piercing rain drops hitting on her cheeks during thunder storms.  Blending those blessed and painful moments together, made her feel even more like a bird.   Feet were the most useless body parts of birds because they had wings.  To Shane, her bike was her wings.  

     

    Birds without wings were not birds, like Shane without her bike was not Shane.

     

    Even though she knew it was a trap tonight, she still arrived at the White Room. She needed her bike to feel alive again – to have her life back.

     

    It was nearly midnight.  The club was buzzing with people mainly going inside.  This car park also served another purpose other than letting club goers parked their cars here while partying inside.  This was also a place for motorcycle gangs to lotter, waiting for the next ‘race’.   Tonight, there were motorcycles everywhere, girls trying to chat up a racer for a ride or more.

     

    Shane leaned against a parked car, lit a cigarette and waited for her bike to appear.  She looked at her watch, at midnight sharp, Carmen arrived with her bike and braked in front of her. 

     

    Carmen was wearing a black leather suit which matched with Shane’s black motorcycle perfectly.  She got off the bike in one swift motion, took the helmet off, swung her long hair back in their perfect order and said “Back to its rightful owner!” She winked and smirked at Shane.

     

    Shane caught the helmet and went to check her bike.  She half expected it to come back damaged or scratched.  Much to her surprise, there was not a single scratch on it.

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    1. I’m liking this almost as much as your other story. It’s an interesting twist on Sharmen and I’m not familiar with the book you’ve based it on, so it’s good to be reading it with new eyes. Keep it coming. PPS

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