You speed through the small Midwestern town on your motorbike, wind whipping through your hair. You laugh as you narrowly take corners and weave in and out of traffic. The wind on your face feels free and pure and wild. You become engrossed in your machine, the rumble of the V-Twin engine between your legs, the sharp report of the dualie exhaust reverberating off the walls of construction sites on the high way as you fly past, a solitary light slicing through the dark ribbon of back roads. You barely control your bike as you slide in and out of turns. Today was the day. You would pick Mary up, and finally take her away from this town. She'd hop on the back of your bike and together you'd both ride out of this shit hole.
You stand on the bike, letting the wind rip around and under your chest. The cold snatches the breath from your lungs, but still it fills your heart to bursting, the fire of your skin fighting off the wintry wind of the plains. You wave your arms and whoop like an Indian on the warpath as you speed through small towns. Let the police come, let them chase you! Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest, exhilaration, freedom, danger all gather in your blood and hit your brain in a burst of adrenaline.
You never seen the sudden curve, and it's way to late. Your feel your bike shudder before you go flying over the handles. You see your flying towards a group of trees, and know your going to die. You impact the tree, and your body goes limp as bones crush. Darkness fills your vision, and cold fills your blood. You manage to open your eyes in time to see the blood spurting out of your leg. It's warm, but your leg is so cold..
You close your eyes, realizing death is upon you. You truly don't want to die, but it isn't up to you anymore. You die with Mary's names on your lips.
The Dark is all encompassing. You feel nothing, The pain is gone. Finally, you can rest. You close your eyes, and prepare to drift away.
'No, no! Not yet!' You think. 'I haven't told Mary I love her yet! I won't go!'
An engine thrums between your legs. As if by destiny, you feel a throttle in your palm. Your legs settle around a monster of a bike. The darkness pushes in, clouding the edges of your vision. But you smile, as you realize your in a saddle.
"There's no hope for you, no love in this world." A voice whispers in your head. It fills your skull and echoes around and around, nearly driving you mad. The oppressive force tells you to give up, to accept the condition of your life.
"No. I won't give up. I have to get home, to Mary." You tell, blood splitting from your lips. "I'm not done living my life!"
Your fingers grip the handlebars tighter than ever. You feel sulfur coated fingers digging into your flesh and pull hard on the throttle, and the engine roars to life like a lion in the enclosed space. Blue flames shoot from the exhaust pipes, driving the demons away. You point the nose away from you grave and rip the the throttle open. The ground shakes around, and the Earth splits above you, exposing the pink-purple sky of a sunset. The bike rumbles, calling you to ride. It asks you to push it to it's limit.
"AND ON!" You yell, slamming your foot down on the throttle. The bike leaps forward, and you're thrown back against your seat. You feel the vibrations of the engine vibrate through every bone in your body. You scream, laughing at the sensation. This is freedom, this speed. Who could fear Death, when could drive out of his grave?
The bike shakes, and blue flame shoots from the exhaust. Laughing you shoot through the loose soil buried over your grave. To your side you can see the great deceiver, trapped in his bat form. He cannot stop you, you will find Mary. Golden light surrounds you, a Valkyrie materializing behind you. She wraps her arms around you and points her spear forward, her breasts bouncing against your back.