the Frozen Cube

chapter two

I woke up in a cold sweat when my alarm went off. I thought what had happened was a dream as I prepared to go back to the bakery. it all seemed so bizarre, a brand new vehicle sold for only 500 dollars? no, I couldn't believe that.

I was about to look in the garage, but my mom stopped me. "I'm guessing you were going to use your new motorcycle?"

So, it hadn't been a dream. Damn, and mom knows about it? I knew I had a lot to explain. "you saw that, huh?"

"yeah, and I am not happy with you. you must have stolen it, there's no other way. you are only 17 and you are making the same mistakes as your brother already? He's in prison, Rony, prison."

"I can explain."

"you better! because I was thinking about calling the police myself when I found it in our garage."

I took a deep breath before pulling out all the paperwork from my coat pocket. "I don't know why, but they were trying to get rid of it. they sold it to me for only 500 dollars." I handed the paperwork to my mom to verify this.

"All of this paperwork seems legit," my mom was confused as she looked through it, "But it doesn't make any sense. I will call them, but this doesn't mean we are done talking about this mister. You should have told me. you know how Alex was. And then to find this in the garage unexpectedly, you understand why I'd think you stole it right?"

"I know mom, I'm sorry I didn't tell you." My mom hugged me before opening the garage door. 

"I'll see you later tonight?"

"yeah mom, of course."

I went and climbed on the motorcycle. it started before I even pushed the button, I chalked it up to faulty wiring, something I would have to get fixed; if I can find someone who works with these sophisticated motorcycles.

I left for the bakery and worked my shift. when it was almost over, I saw a tow truck attempting to tow away my motorcycle so I ran out to stop them. "Wait!" I shouted to the driver, "that is my motorcycle."

"yeah right kid, move along."

but the baker came out, everyone respects him. if he says something they believe him without question. "I have trouble believing this myself, but he is the most honest person I know. if he says this is his motorcycle, I will back him up on that."

The guy in the truck lowered the hook and turned off his truck so he can talk to us. "We were called because people have said this motorcycle doesn't belong to anyone who works at the bakery and that it had been here longer than the 4 hours the sign says a person can leave their car parked in the parking lot. we took this seriously because of all the illegal metahuman activity recently."

"yeah, I just got this motorcycle yesterday." I calmly explained.

"say no more," he got back in his truck, probably afraid because of the angry stare the baker was giving him.

we went back inside and I was about to resume my shift, but the baker looked at me and said "you may go. you'll still get paid, but after that incident and how hard you work you should have time to rest."

"o-ok?"

I was confused, this guy rarely let people go early unless it was absolutely necessary. But I got back on the motorcycle and went home.

when I got the motorcycle parked in the garage, it spoke. not like the radio just turned on by itself, like it actually 100 percent spoke. "phew, that could've been bad."

I pulled out a wrench to use as a weapon, "w-what are you?! don't hurt me!" I backed away slowly.

"I don't want to hurt you,"

I wasn't sure if I could believe this machine as I backed up against the wall.