Division✔

This is a story made for a contest. Feel free to give it a go. And if you've noticed any mistakes, you can point it out in the comments. It'll be appreciated. Thank you.

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Ano -- A combining word meaning "upper," "up," or "upward."

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I stepped on the brakes, halting the roaring engine of my motorbike. My gloved hands tightened on the leather handles with anticipation.

I looked back at the lake we just emerged from. The icy breeze skimmed over my damp clothes, creating an ecstatic feeling of freedom.

The rare taste of adventure.

I turned to Dexter as he sat back on his Ano-motorbike. He pulled his helmet over his head and shook his damp hair.

Now I know what you might be asking...

What's an Ano-motorbike?

It's simple really. Ano-motorbikes are rare technologies that differ from other normal vehicles -- such as mine -- and run on a highly upgraded electronic system.

I know, I'm hitting you with a lot of info but hear me out.

It's easy to differentiate since it's mostly made of  Ano-material. A heavy metallic substance whose raw appearance is decorated with cyan streaks.

It's a cool machine really, especially if you take it out on a test run. With speed two times faster than any normal bike, it'll be pretty hard to pass up.

But unfortunately, I couldn't step on the throttle without blowing the machine into smithereens.

I'm sure you're asking why?

Two words...

I'm human.

And no, it doesn't mean my friend is an alien. More to that later on.

Dextor turned to me, his breathing labored as he stared back with excited eyes. He held his helmet to his side and saluted me. His wet dark jeans stuck seductively to his thighs, and it didn't help when I noticed the white shirt hidden beneath his black jacket. Its transparency was prominent, allowing me a good glimpse of the desirable broad magnificent chest underneath.

His lips tugged to a grin the moment he noticed me. "You look hot when you're wet."

I could say the same for you.

The unnatural yellowish glow of his eyes was what marked him differently from me. He was human but his kind was different; a more upgraded version, just like the Ano-motorbikes. It's where they got the term, Ano-humans.

A more advanced species not as weak and frail as the rest of us. They had extra characteristics like enhanced strength and an immunity boost. An alteration funded by the government but it has its weakness too.

I bit my lip, glancing at my wet clothes. Even though I was slightly shivering, I felt my cheeks warm up.

Why is Dexter always good with his words?

"I wish I could say the same thing with you," I blankly lied.

He released a throaty laugh. "I know you love me."

You have no idea.

But he doesn't need to know that.

We've been friends for five years which, if you ask me, has been the best years of my life.