DARK FALL(13)

Worse case, a little protection from a sexy biker couldn’t do any harm, right?

The two motorcycles hung a right down a side street. The sound of the engines reverberated off the narrow walls next to them making the motorcycles sound ten times as loud. At the end of the side street, they turned right and when Kaity poked her head to the left, she saw a long, open road. She then turned her head to the right and noticed something in the distance.

It looked like two black dots at first, but then they got closer and she realized the dots were actually two more motorcycles. Kaity figured they were part of the group Erik and Blaine belonged to, but then Blaine cut his bike to the right and spun around. Erik did the same and Kaity gripped so hard at Erik’s body that she felt his abs tightening as the back tire slid against the ground and screamed.

Between all the noise, Kaity didn’t hear the first few gunshots. When she looked back, however, she saw that the motorcycles were getting closer and the men riding them had bandanas covering their mouths and handguns pointed. Kaity’s mouth fell open as she heard the guns going off.

Somehow Erik managed to keep moving left to right and not only dodged the bullets, he kept the motorcycle from falling and probably killing both of them.

This was not what Kaity expected at all.

But she should have known… from the second she looked into Erik’s eyes. She should have taken her chances with the two men at the auto garage.

Now it was far too late.

Erik hit the throttle and the motorcycle roared louder. He and Blaine rode hard and fast, cutting around turns when they could, trying to escape the barrage of bullets. They were now down an alley and at the end of that, the motorcycle spun around once and Erik turned his head.

“Get out of here!” he screamed.

“What?” Kaity asked.

“Get off the fucking bike,” Erik growled. “Find somewhere to protect yourself.”

“What’s happening?”

“My life.”

Kaity hesitated and Erik throttled the motorcycle. It jerked and Kaity jumped off the bike. She took the helmet off, but Erik was already riding again. He and Blaine were off and she stood in shock. Reality crept back and Kaity realized she was going to be right in the middle of this fight if she didn’t move.

Erik and Blaine came to a stop up ahead and turned their motorcycles around. They were getting ready to take on the men who had shot at them. Kaity darted across the street and took shelter next to an old white abandoned building. She put the helmet back on her head and stood to watch.

The other two motorcycles came from the alley and turned. Their bikes were long and dark, their leather dark, their bandanas just as dark. They were like thundering demons, guns in their hands. But at the opposite end of the alley, Erik and Blaine were bigger. The sound of the four motorcycles revving made Kaity’s heart race. Side by side, they approached each other. The men with the bandanas wasted no time in firing their weapons. For some reason, they were hell bent on killing Erik or Blaine or both. This wasn't a relaxed club of guys that enjoyed motorcycles. This was serious, and they meant business.

Bullets kept flying and when Erik and Blaine returned fire, it got even crazier. The two men with bandanas climbed off their motorcycles in a slick move that hinted to Kaity that they had done this before. Both of the men then pulled out another gun. It was four guns to two.

Erik and Blaine stopped shooting for the moment. And then everyone started screaming.

“Put the guns down!” one of the men yelled.

“Fuck you,” Blaine yelled. “You’ll kill us either way.”

“Then die with honor, fuckers. Hands and knees. I’ll blindfold you.”

“You want to kill someone?” Erik asked. He stepped off his motorcycle. He dropped his handgun to the ground and put his hands out. “Shoot me, asshole.”

Kaity shook her head. “No… no…”

Erik stepped once and then twice.

“On your fucking knees,” one of the men yelled.

“Erik, stop this,” Blaine said.

“No,” Erik said. “I want to see how real they are. You want to take one of us out? You want to start that war?”

“War’s already started,” the other man said.

Kaity slid along the wall and stepped from the building. She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t imagine seeing someone get shot in the head. Not like this. Not today.

“Come on you fucking pussy,” Erik taunted. “Shoot me.”

The man stood up. “On your knees first.”

“Fuck you.”

“Get on your fucking knees!”

“Fuck you,” Erik said again. He looked at Blaine. “They want to set this up and take pictures. Guarantee you. That’s all this is.”