Dystopian Paradise

"grim reaper's jukebox"

Pix, Aero, and the rest of the Orange Stallion ran through the forest as they evaded police.

"Just hang on Pix, we're going to get you home." Aero said as he held his friend upward while they ran.

"Stop now or we'll shoot!" One officer said. The Orange Stallions continued to run despite the officers warning, which in turn caused them to open fire. Bullets zipped through the dark forest, missing the Stallion members until one of them stumbled and fell.

"Loch!" Aero yelled out. He then steadily walked over to his fallen comrade, and used his free arm to help his friend back up. The rest of the Stallions were at the end of the forest already as Aero approached it as well. The remaining Stallions managed to escape the forest, and reached the streets of Dystopia once more, where an unexpected ally waited.

"Boys! Get in!" A man yelled out to the Stallion members. Aero put Pix in the car first before he and the rest of the bikers entered the man's large vehicle as well. The cops could be heard clear as day, while their flashlights illuminated their presence. The man then quickly threw a mysterious can out of the window and shot it midair with his gun, triggering a large explosion that began to burn the forest. The man let out a smirk before pulling off as fast as he could.

"You psychotic dumbass, what'd you burn the forest down for?! What if you killed those cops?!" Stallion member Oz exclaimed.

"You can't be serious, I mean you didn't seem too worried about the cops or environment while you boys were running with your tails tucked between your legs trying to survive! You should be grateful I was at the right place at the right time!" The man retorted.

"Alright, enough! Maxs, Pix needs to get to his house right now, he's been shot. We can assess the damages of tonight when we're finally safe and sound!" Aero snapped from the backseat with an injured Pix.

"Where the hell are your bikes? What the hell happened tonight? You guys have never been this sloppy." Maxs asked.

"Rival gang gave us hell, I'll tell you more about when you get us to Pix's house so step on it!" Aero said loudly as he began applying pressure to Pix's bullet wound. Maxs began driving faster and faster as he passed by the carnage ensuing in the city.

One Stallion member named Sundee then began to share feelings and thoughts he had kept bottled up inside of him from the day he joined with Pix and Aero.

"Aero. We're murderers. You said a long time ago that we were brothers in arms fighting for a just cause. That we were all just products of the harsh environment we grew up in. A part of me believed that up until now, that our actions were justified because of that. But now I see, there's no justification for the things we do. We do whatever we want to whoever we want. And instead of trying to change the world, and make it better so that no one like us ever has to go through the hardships we have, we've made it hate us. We've made it resent us. We're the enemy." He said as he stared emotionlessly at the floor.

"Dee. Nothing I said was a lie. Yes we've had complications in the past but—"

"Complications?! Aero people I've never met want me dead because I wear this damn jacket!" Sundee suddenly bursted out.

"And that's not your fault, Dee! These people live the lives that asked of them, that's expected of them. In books, what other people expect of them, what society says they should live like! They're cattle, who gives a damn about them! The only reason the Orange Stallions even exist is because our families and society collectively outcasted us, mistreated us, and never even gave us a chance to make something of ourselves! They hated us before we even put the jacket on." Aero said in response to his comrade.