Crank Romane & Geschichten

Metal crunched. Then—darkness. ---

the barman interfered. "I didn't ask for your help. I can handle myself." I tried acting all tough. I didn't want to seem weak. but to my surprise, when the man started to get aggressive, I didn't know where the strength came from neither did I know what I was doing. "keep your hands to yourself!" I yelled at him. first with a punch then ended up hitting his chin with my knees, landing him on the ground. then the barman ended everything by calling security on him.

Then— CRACK!

The metal clicks shut. He’s locked in.

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

The door handle turns. Fuck.

"The first turn is a ninety-degree left. They're going to try to pinch you against the crane supports!" I saw the maneuver developing before it happened. Two of the white riders braked hard, angling their bikes to close the gap. I didn't slow down. I tapped the override switch I'd installed on the mapping, forcing the Engine into its high-compression phase prematurely. The Norton lunged forward, a violent burst of speed that carried me through the gap before they could seal it. I felt the heat of their exhaust against my leg as I shot past, the crane supports a blur of rusted iron.

Leaving me frustrated with a bulge that refuses to stay down. I can already tell how it’ll go with the Michele’s.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......