Suicidal Dreams

Honey Trap Aftermath

The sun had began to set. There was a slight breeze that moved the tumbleweeds. A breeze so skin crawling it made you more alert.

"It's Dr.D coming at you with a clap. Zone 3 has been struck with dracs," the signal of my weak radio went out.

Only static was heard along with the gruff voice being mixed in.

I stood in place looking at the sunset. My hair blew slightly against the breeze. Soon enough I saw what my senses sensed. A trans am zooming to my hideout.

I pulled out my gun.

My aim adjusted as I looked with my dominant eye to hit my target.

The car drifted on the dried up sand that basically cracked from lack of water. A cloud of dust formed around me but I maintained my stance.

My glasses had protected me from the dust getting in my eyes and letting me gain my vision quicker.

"Honey Trap?"

I looked to whoever called my name. There were four men in the car tentatively watching my actions. The two in the back had their gun pointed on me but with the safety on.

Bunch of puss punks.

"What's your state of business with her?"

A red head stepped out of the vehicle cautiously. He took off his sun glasses and placed them on his shirt. His white jeans were stained by dirt. His gun strap was tightened around his leg along with a yellow bandana.

"She happens to know about motor bikes," he looked around and in no doubt found my bike.

He walked over to it and whistled at the sight. His fingertips gracefully skimmed the front of my bike before retreating back to his car.

I looked back in the car and noticed that the blonde had gotten out. He walked over to my bike and got on top of it.

"Get off my bike!"

I was about to put pressure on the tigger to shot at him but a gun shot was fired near my left foot.

"You heard her Kobra," the red head told the other.

I lowered my weapon and gave a cold glance towards this Kobra guy.

"Your the closest motorbaby to us, help Kobra Kid out and we'll repay you with protection."

My glance remained cold and distant towards them. Nothing less I turned my back to them and walked over to Kobra Kid.

"You guys the Fab Four, huh?"

Kobra gave me the same glance back, unsure if he wants to proceed with what his brother suggested.

His jaw moved as he tightened it and made it more noticeable that he had a fine jaw line. He had a signature killjoy jacket on that was made of red leather.

"What do you need help on pretty boy?"

Kobra removed his glasses and mimicked his brother.

"Couple of dracs demolished his bike on a run," his brother replied for him.

My gaze averted back to Kobra. Unsure of who to give eye contact at this point.

"I need a muffler, rotor, and possibly a brake pedal." Kobra looked back at my bike.

It was a yellow EBR with mini honeycomb patterns around the bike. The black leather seat was torn but still had a clean look.

"Take me to the bike," I got on my bike and pushed the safety stand off.

I put in my key and placed my foot on the starter pedal. It roared to life as I waited for the others to get in their car. I put on my yellow helmet that had the words Good Luck on the pro shield.

Their car speed off in the direction of Zone 6.

This was going to be an hour drive tops if they exceed the speed of 100mph.

I trailed behind and let them guide me to foreign territory.

I flicked on my radio to full blast and listened to the fucked up signal out here. There was just enough to hear the singing on Dr.Ds station.

What if you need them?
Way down
Won't you lead us on our
Way down from here

I will seek and reveal
What if nothing that we knew was for real?
Love them and leave them

"AND NOW YOU TRY TO HEAL THEM!" I shouted in glee as I felt the adrenaline curse through me as I increased in speed.

I was head to head with their beat up trans am.