Unleashing The Beast

Billy could appreciate the beauty of the bike as he rolled it down the ramp from the back of his van, even though he had only driven it twice himself, and with such care he couldn’t fully enjoy the sensation. He carefully placed it on its stand and put the crash helmet on the seat. He was glad the weather had improved; it would give Eddie more of a chance to unleash the powerful engine. Billy wiped the chrome one final time even though it wasn’t required, sparkling even in the dull moonlight, and he couldn’t resist kick starting the bike to hear the engine. Roar as it could do when put through its paces, it throbbed seductively and happily at idle, having no need to show off, knowing what it was capable of without boasting. His thoughts were interrupted by the dazzle of blinding headlights as a Porsche pulled up behind his van; the driver feeling the need to press the accelerator to the floor one final time before turning the engine off.  A smiling Eddie alighted from his sports car, looking forward presumably to the acquisition of a new toy. He approached Billy and shook his hand warmly. “Pleased to meet you Billy, I hope I won’t be disappointed”, Eddie said brashly.

“I’ll be surprised if you are”, replied Billy quietly, successfully retrieving his hand, “although the bike isn’t for everyone –too much power in it for some….and you don’t exactly seem dressed to ride”, Billy continued, looking up and down Eddie’s handmade suit and whiter than white shirt.

“ Don’t you worry about that”, Eddie replied, running his hand over the bike as if he was already in love, or lust, touching what in essence was only metal and rubber, unable to resist twisting the throttle unnecessarily.

“Nothing has managed to get me yet, despite a few close calls. Where did you get her? I have been looking for a beauty like this for years.”

“That would be telling” replied Billy. “It’s my little secret. So are you going to try her out….or are you another time waster”?

Eddie could easily have taken offence, as he often did, but was sensible enough to realise that Billy had something he really desired. “I’m no time waster, trust me, and if she drives as good as she looks I’ll be taking this beast home”. He had the helmet on within seconds and roared off into the night as if he knew the bike inside out. Billy got back into his van and followed the bike slowly down the road. At a steady forty miles an hour he caught up with the bike within a couple of miles; now lying on its left side, the front crumpled as if it was just a tin can, still embedded in a large willow tree. Fuel, debris and the remainder of the crash helmet were strewn across the road, the rear light still flickering a dull red, its rear wheel spinning, with a crumpled inert Eddie intertwined with the bike. Billy pulled up nearby and walked slowly over to the motionless body; the right leg bent in a way it shouldn’t, bone separated from skin, and Eddie’s face almost unrecognizable, covered in thick dark blood, his skull smashed like an egg, no nose left intact and no visible neck, having been rammed back into his body after it smashed into the tree, replicating what had befallen his ride.





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