He missed his motorbike; he thought, as he peddled away. He realised this was probably the culprit of this notably mundane ride.

less effort, the vibration and speed simultaneously complimenting his adrenaline spike, the sound, overwhelming at first, but quickly turning into a background for his never-ending thoughts...

The bicycle making the wind merely fan him seemed remarkably pathetic compared to what his dashing bike could make the wind do...

Sighing, He reluctantly took off his headphones, unwilling for them to be greased with his increasing sweat, but the movement caused him to embarassingly lose control of his bicycle, he staggered and caught himself before he fell, but the bicycle didn’t receive the same fate and found home on its side. As he made to bend to right it, he saw a distant light behind some bushes nearby disturb the darkness of the night. The shift of his focus brought something else to his attention. There was music playing at a reasonable volume, but it sounded wrong. Intersecting it were other voices. He recognised it as a woman’s voice groaning in pain whilst lightly sobbing. It sounded strangely distant, as if she were drugged or barely conscious. There was also a male voice , cheerfully shushing her and telling her it was all going to end soon and to stop worrying.

He noticed his heart was racing and put his hand over his chest as he tried to calm it down fast. He considered the situation and willed himself to quickly pick his next move. Someone was hurt, and he recognized his need to call for help before it grew too late. He scrambled for his phone only to discover it had fallen and smashed sometime between his struggle to right himself and his bicycle. He considered his other options and settled on driving there himself. He rushed to his bicycle and was about to sit on his saddle but abruptly stopped short. The music had unexpectedly stopped. He froze, then slowly shifted his head and made to glance in the direction of the now deafening silent scene, only to discover that the offender had mirrored his actions and was now engaging in eye contact with him. He swallowed down his silent scream into the lump in his throat and willed himself to quit panicking and get moving.

He was racing away, calming himself with the thought that he was at an advantage as the terrifying man surely couldn’t catch up with him and leave his victim just lying there in the open. The wind however quickly blew away that thought as the sound of a car speeding towards him brought about a new round of violent shaking to his body that he failed in quelling this time round.

Red lights.

Angry horns.

Pedestrians crossing.

Hell, even aliens-- nothing could succeed in stopping him. Not even his muscles feeling like they’re on fire.

That criminal was gaining on him and he could do nothing about it except paddle away and ignore that growing stitch on his side and forget what lungs were made for.

He couldn’t even be sure he was going the right way. But that wasn’t what he should be worrying himself about. As although the wind had numbed his body, he still felt the excruciating pain of his slamming on the rough road after the man succeeded in crashing into his bicycle. He allowed himself a mere few nanoseconds to pull himself together, then proceeded his escape, this time by foot, which proved a lot harder than he had thought as he realised that he’d sustained injuries all over himself, he didn’t allow himself to inspect them though and despite his daze, looked around for any sign that would tell him how far away he was to the nearest police station.

He heard the other man reverse and although he was trying his best to run faster, he was bleeding profusely, and knew he couldn’t compete. He felt himself collapse but kept fighting his way up. He refused to permit anyone to kill him just yet. He still had a lot of things he had to do...

He more felt rather than heard the footsteps. He couldn’t help the chuckle, he must look so pathetic to that monster. Just another one making a fool out of themselves while trying to get away...

Only by The pat on his shoulder did he realise that he’d finally succeeded in collapsing.

“That’s right, you’ve finally smartened up haven’t you?” Said that cheerful voice.

“I’m impressed, a lot of them will still try to get away even now that they’ve…obviously failed to… ” he shook his head then said “hope. Its almost fascinating really,” the voice trailed off as the man got lost in his own thoughts.

So this was the end? Whatever plans he had would all be cancelled, he hadn't even gotten the chance to say goodbye to his family…or his friends… or even his beautiful bike…

Stupid bicycle, none of this would have happened if he hadn’t agreed to give his beloved beautiful pet motorbike to his friend… if he could just go back to tell him that he couldn't lend him the--

He awoke with a start and jumped off the couch, causing his best buddy to spill his coffee.

“Gosh Erik you-”

“I’m sorry mate but i can’t give you my bike” he interrupted.

“Did you really just wake up like a crazed man, and made me spill my coffee- just because of your damn bike?” said the friend slightly irritated.

“Im sorry man but I’m convinced something really bad will happen if i give it to you,” he said.

“I- ok, whatever.” said the friend, mouth agape. “ you still owe me a coffee though,”

“ say less,” he said, fleeing the now sweat drenched couch, and room, with his bewildered friend’s eyes following him…