Defiance In Hell

Hell's Angels

There it was Seattle city of rain. It looks quiet, black smoke curls from atop multiple roof tops.

The traffic is at a complete stop now no mobile cars in sight. The heat waves could be seen bouncing off the pavement.

Keith was full of sweat and stank like a rotting tomatoes at the tail end of July, his senses were on overload. His skin was red every inch was crisp and ready for flipping.

A low rumble comes towards him from the mute city. The gruffy man squints his red eyes off into the distance 2, 3... 5 motorcycles at most. The closer they got the louder their presence became. The roars of their engines comes to a halt in front of the scavenger in rags.

A big fat leather wearing man's man hops off his  navy blue Indian motorcycle. Two large sausage fingers reach up and pets his black beard which was twice the size Keith's one long and greasy braid falls delicately down his back towards his ass.

"Well...well well what have we here." The biker spoke with a deep and gravelly voice.

" What's your name buckwheat? Peter?" The four others behind him start to cackle.

"No.." Keith blurts and catches the attention of the burly man in front of him.

"What was that? I'm afraid I can't here you speak up why don't ya! " He threatens Keith who was cautious not to overstep his boundary.

"I said that's not m' name." Keith yells a little louder.

"then what is your name? " The man came closer now.

"Keith..." he says "My name is Keith."

A smirk spreads across the face of the man in leather. " Very well than, Keith.." He spits out.

" You will call me Big Rich and from this moment forward you are a slave to 'The Cause' you will feed and bathe us all and if you fail in your duties you will be killed. " Big Rich spoke with a tone of assertiveness.

Keith didn't like where the conversation was going. " And if I don't go with you? "

They thought that was funny. "Simple.. we'll shoot the shit outta you my boys might need a little target practice. Oh! Where are my manners these are my boys." Big Rich speaks points from right to left.

" Meyer, Jackson, Luis, and Rob. " Each and every one had a look of dicipline all except Luis his jet black hair and dark brown eyes gave him a rockers edge. One that kept this society on their toes.

"Guess I don't have much choice. " Keith chews on the inside of his cheek.

"Knock him out." Rich demands the first one up was Meyer.

He must be the lap dog. His features were hard on the eyes even without all the scars he had his face probably wasn't the best looking.

Mostly because half of his was missing it looked like someone had taken a hot iron and pressed it against his face in his sleep.

Meyer pulls the strap from around his torso to reveal an AR-15 undoes the strap holding the gun above his head and bringing it down upon Keith's skull. *Crack* 

" I don't know how you can drive this thing without a radio." The dirty blonde haired woman exclaims the wind blowing through her long lush hair.

"You know your full of shit right? " Keith laughs a grin on his face.

"You get 600$ in spending cash I'll buy ya a damn radio. " Teagan rolls her eyes and giggles popping open an ice cold Corona.

"You're a smart ass you know that right? " she punches his arm.

" Boohoo babe cry me a river. Keith says as Teagans expression softens.

"I love you... you know that right? " she peers over a longing look on her face.

"I know I love you too..."

  'Go away!' Keith panics vision blurry a dark figure stands in front of him a bulging belly right in his line of sight -Big Rich-.

"Glad to see your alive! Thought for a sec I would'a had to throw ya in th' pit," Richie says.

Keith's eyebrows knit together. "What?"

"Meyer must've hit you a little hard huh?" An evil grin spread across the fat man's face.

"Our doctor has tended to your wounds none of them have infection surprisingly. She'll be out for a while so try not to hurt yourself." Big Rich pauses for a second.

"What were you doing out there all alone don't chu know what's been goin'?" He questions curiously.

" I only know that I was brutally attacked by a man who was incoherent I did end up stickin' a blade through his head." Richie nods his head listening intensely.

"He ain't the only one...no sir the whole world has gone to shit those of us fortunate to live have gone mad with power myself included. " His gaze sends a chill down Keith's back. Suddenly their conversation comes to a halt.

Rob swings the door open one hand grips a scolding hot branding iron he thrusts the rod smoking Keith in the chest causing him to yell out in pain.

"Take it off!" Big Rich orders and Rob exits the room quietly as if nothing had happened.

"Welcome to The Cause... you'll be assigned a cell but in the meantime I suggest you let that cool down. " Big Rich winks and  pulls out a cigarette holding it between his middle and pointer finger lighting it wth an American flag lighter.

"You have a good night now. " The giant spins on his heels and leaves Keith alone in the darkness the smell of his own burning flesh thick in the air.

One thought lingers on the burning man's mind. Vengeance.