Page 142 of Savior
This motherfucker doesn’t want to lose me. He wants me to follow him.
Taking a quick glance around, I realize he’s leading me to the railyard… A desolate area on the outskirts of town. Where I’m sure now, we won’t be alone. In my gut, I know this is Legion, and Axel was just the bait.
Twisting the throttle, my side chick lunges forward, faster, fast enough to pull up alongside the junkie.
He looks over at me, a crazy glint in his eye as he grins. I watch his hand drop to his leg, his fingers reaching into his pocket, removing another small blade. With a sneer and a violent swing of his arm, he chucks the blade at me. It ricochets off my side chick’s gas tank, missing me, and hits the pavement flying by beneath us with a clang. The metal sparks against the street in the dark.
I swerve my bike into him, lifting my boot and landing a solid kick in his side, sending him into a dangerous wobble at high speed.
He suddenly doesn’t look so tough now as he regains control of the bike and glances nervously over his shoulder. Must not have been warned that I’m a crazy motherfucker, too.
I take a peek at what he’s looking for. There’s a black van tailing us. The one we passed on the shoulder a few miles back. It’s engine screaming as it rapidly accelerates towards us…
Fuck… Now I’m certain this entire ordeal was orchestrated…
I grit my teeth and swerve into the prick again as he attempts to accelerate and get away from me. This time, I don’t stop. I’m going to run his ass off the road. He can meet his end in the deep drainage ditch along the service road, smashed against the rocks.
Seeming to know his fate, he breaks hard and I fly past him, glancing back at him in time to see the black van slam into the back of his bike…
At these speeds, he’s a goner… Bloody carnage all over the street… Shit… The junkie must have been expendable. Neither of us saw that coming.
My side chick might not be able to out run a street bike, but she can blow the doors off a murder van, and I’m not sticking around to become it’s next road kill victim.
Twisting her throttle again, I accelerate our speed, and the distance between us and the van grows rapidly, until I can no longer see it in my mirrors.
Taking the next exit, I circle back to town and head for the nearest hospital Viking most likely brought Axel to.
When I pull into the well-lit parking lot in front of the ER, Viking is standing outside the double doors under the over-hang and spots me, shoving his phone in his cut pocket as he storms across the lot in my direction.
I back my bike up against the curb and shut her down next to the row of Saviors MC motorcycles already here. Viking looks beyond fucking pissed as he approaches.
“The fuck did you do?” he roars at me. My eyes automatically drop to the red stains all over his shirt beneath his open cut. Axel’s blood. “The fuck were you thinking, taking off without backup?”
“Axel.” I say, ignoring his questions as I dismount my bike. “Is Axel alright?”
“He’s gonna be fine.” Viking shakes his head at me. “A few stitches, antibiotics. A tetanus shot. That psychotic sack of shit missed his organs. Thank fuck.” He squints slightly as he takes notice of the left side of my face. I must not look too pretty. “Maybe you ought to have that looked at, bro.”
“I’m fine.” I’m able to see out of my left eye again, and although there’s a dull throbbing pain between my eye socket and temple, I’m far more concerned about Axel than whatever is happening on the side of my head.
“You catch the bastard?” he asks, as we walk side by side towards the hospital.
“In a way.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
“I caught up to him. He threw a knife at me. I tried to run him off the road.”
“Tried to?”
“Yes. Tried to. As in, I made an attempt and did not succeed.”
“So, he got away.”
“Didn’t say that.”
Viking’s massive arm shoots out across my chest, stopping us both short of the sidewalk in front of the sliding double doors of the ER. “The fuck are you saying then?”
“He’s road kill.”
