Estranged [Completed]

Darkness

A practiced tuck-and-roll protected Kalei from the worst of the fall. That, and the very healthy bush she crashed into. For once, Kalei appreciated her neighborhood's obsessive attention to gardening. The Estranged, on the other hand, was worse off. His neck and head lay at an awkward angle to the rest of his body, and the front of his skull had caved in. 

The government has helmet laws for a reason, Kalei mused grimly.

She looked back over her shoulder to see the blue car disappear as it took a right at the end of the street. She was relieved. Her biggest concern was that Fenn would try to come back and talk her out of it while the remaining Estranged closed in on them, but he had listened to her. Only for the girls' sake, she was sure.

The next part was a gamble. The two bikes; would they turn back or would they continue their pursuit? Kalei wasn't sure she could catch up to them if they continued after Fenn, but she told herself that her familiarity with the neighborhood would allow her to cut them off at another intersection. Fortunately, she didn't have to test that theory because the Estranged dropped their speed for a moment and doubled back for her. 

Typical predators. 

She was hoping they would go after the easier target. Now it was just a matter of eluding them.

Kalei sprinted over to the downed bike and extracted it from the dead man's grasp, carefully avoiding his exposed skin. He might be dead, but she was still wary of him. Once the bike was erect, Kalei threw her leg over it, kicked it into life, and took off just as the others started to catch speed again. The thrill of speeding across the pavement on two wheels poured a new surge of adrenaline into her veins along with a vibrant sense of optimism. Not only were Fenn and the girls going to be all right, but this was going to be fun.

Blondie was still MIA, though. He wasn't standing in any yards, he wasn't riding either of the bikes, he wasn't following in any car. His absence didn't sit well with Kalei, but she pushed it out of her mind as she tried to put more distance between herself and the last two Estranged.

She twisted the throttle, but instead of gaining power, she started losing it. The bike began to slowly die beneath her. Her optimism quickly faded to dread as she looked down and saw that the entire left side was demolished. The plastic and metal framework was so twisted and torn that she was surprised the bike was still functional. In fact, she was surprised the thing hadn't exploded beneath her the second she fired it up. When she had made her plan, she didn't count on the bike taking so much damage in the crash.

Fuck! 

She looked back at the other bikers and assessed the situation. They were gaining on her. Not surprising. Side by side, elbow to elbow, they rode at her. Kalei looked forward, formulated a new plan, and prepared to act.

She dropped one foot to the ground, whipped the motorcycle around, and released it. The momentum pushed Kalei off balance, causing her to fall backward onto her butt, yet the new plan had worked. The bike crashed into the ground and skidded across the pavement, straight for the Estranged. With no time to react, the bikers slammed into it and were thrown violently into the air. Kalei first watched with triumph, then alarm, then horror as one of the bodies flew right at her. She scrambled backward as fast as she could, then dropped onto her back as she realized the Estranged woman's momentum was going to carry her over Kalei, not into her. But it wasn't enough. The woman's bare, flailing arm brushed against Kalei's exposed knee as she sailed over her.

Pain ripped through every cell in Kalei's body.