Experiment of Madness

32-Devil's night:Unexpected Reunion in the Tunnels-Dag

Two weeks later

I find myself on the motorcycle, the night illuminated by the white and orange lights, surrounded by other riders and cars, the sound of engines roaring through the air.

The rain lashes down, the sky dark and heavy with storm clouds, the atmosphere charged with excitement and anticipation. The people around are screaming and laughing, their voices blending with the sound of the rain and the engines revving.

The mood is festive, the air charged with anticipation as it's Devil's Night. Some riders throw napkins, presumably with messages written on them or something symbolic, laughing, and joining in the revelry. The night is young, and the energy is at its peak.

I catch a glimpse of Gunnar in his car, Finn inside with him, both of them laughing and dancing, their energy and excitement overflowing. Finn's dance moves, and Gunnar's laughter stands out even amid the chaos of the Devil's Night.

Gunnar, in the midst of his joy, notices me, our eyes meeting for a moment. He nodded at me, and I returned the gesture, my helmet hiding my expression, but I acknowledged his acknowledgment with a subtle nod of my own.

The music is blasting, the volume turned up high, the speakers on the cars and motorcycles blaring, the music fueling the intense atmosphere of the night and pumping up the energy among the riders.

I recall Aerra, the thoughts of her injury and the pills I gave her lingering in the back of my mind. I wonder if she's alright since I won't be there to tend her, and hope that the pills will help her sleep.

The thought of her finding comfort in watching her show, "Derek," crosses my mind, and I roll my eyes in response. I accelerate, seeking to push the thoughts away by focusing on the roaring of my motorcycle and the speed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a black motorcycle with yellow spray paintings and instantly recognize it as Fane despite his helmet hiding his face. I can tell it's him by the distinct design and color of his bike.

As I look further, I notice that Sasha, Fane's girlfriend, is nowhere to be seen. She's definitely with Gunnar and Finn then.

The neon lights come alive, illuminating the night with a bright glow, casting vibrant colors and patterns on the road and surrounding environment.

I hear Fane's voice, his words just barely audible over the music. "C'mon, you're slow!" he yells, urging me to pick up the pace, probably taunting me to catch up with his speed.

I smirk, responding to his challenge, accelerating faster, but Fane remains glued to my tail, maintaining his position right behind me, closing the distance.

The commotion around us grows louder, with guys starting to shout and girls giggling, likely witnessing the competition between us.

Suddenly, another rider appears out of nowhere, darting between us with lightning speed. Fane and I nearly get pushed back, the sudden intervention sending a jolt of surprise through our systems, as the third rider cuts through the gap separating us.

My heart skips a beat when the rider cuts close, almost bumping into us. "That was close," I mutter aloud, the adrenaline still pulsing through my veins from the near collision.

I curse the unknown rider, frustration and annoyance filling my voice. "Who the hell is he?" I shout, anger clear from my tone, my fingers gripping the handles of my motorcycle tightly, still recovering from the surprise.

Fane responds with a shout, "A player," and he begins to speed up, his bike chasing after the mysterious rider. He follows the unknown player, the pursuit beginning as he accelerates faster, keeping the other guy in sight.