Max's Motorcycle
Summary: When Max is spited by her first love she finds revenge and hope in
her second love, her motorcycle. This is the story of how Max gains her
famous motorcycle.
Chapter One It was cold in February anywhere in the world, but it was especially cold in Seattle, Washington. Max barley noticed the cold as she jogged down the dark sidewalk towards the familiar apartment building in front of her. The building wasn't nice, but then nothing really was after the Pulse, but she spent most of her time there anyway despite the fact that her gut told her not to. She followed her heart. The back of Max's neck still burned where she had gotten the small barcode tattoo removed earlier that afternoon, it would be back in two weeks but she'd keep on doing it, she had stayed hidden for almost eight years.
Max chuckled lightly to herself. She was seventeen, and to her, that was a funny thought. Back at Manticore time was nothing. There was no such thing and it had taken her a lot of work to find out when she was born. But that was after she found out about birthdays. A lot had changed sense Manticore; she had a job at a bakery part time making deliveries to restaurants around Seattle and she had a small apartment ten miles away from her current destination. Her life was finally getting to be normal, but the light sting on her neck reminded her that it could never be really normal.
Max had grown her hair out slightly and now it reached her shoulders but was tied back in a thick ponytail. She was fairly tall and slim but athletically built. She was wearing a red tank top and jeans and a leather jacket. A few people pushed by her in thick coats and gloves but the cold didn't touch Max. She ran the last block to the apartment building and took the stairs two at a time. She didn't know why this happened but every time she went here she could never go fast enough and her stomach burned with excitement, he was the first person that ever made her feel like that.
His apartment was on the top floor of the building but Max wasn't even tired as her feet touched the landing and she walked quickly down the hallway. Most of the doors were closed and there was no thing beam of light peaking out from them. It was almost midnight and most people were asleep but Max had had a late run at work. He wouldn't mind though, he never did. She reached his door and smiled as she saw the ray of light shining out from under the door frame. She knew that she could just walk in but it made her so happy to see his face light up in a broad smile. Max knocked on the door lightly and heard the quick footsteps hurry to the door. The chain slid back, the lock was turned and the door opened and there standing in front of her was Dan, looking as gorgeous as ever.
The first thing Max had noticed when she saw him when she was making a delivery was his eyes. They were cool and gray and always smiling with a touch of gold. He was hard to miss, the kind of guy that everyone turned to look at when he was walking down the street. Max still got goose bumps when she saw him even though they had been dating for six months. He worked at a restaurant where she had been making a delivery and she had seen him again at a bar called Crash that was downtown. They had started talking and six hours later she had found herself in his apartment and now six months later she found herself in his heart.
A smile crossed his youthful face and he leaned against the doorframe. Max looked him up and down, his pose and his body taking her breath away. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans, a tight black t-shirt and no shoes. His hair was golden blonde and cut short, spiked up on his head. His ears were pierced and he was wearing thin gold hoops in them now. He stepped aside and Max walked into his small apartment. The three rooms weren't huge but they were nice. He had been working sense he turned fourteen and now, four years later, he had made some good money.
The kitchen was small but he had a fridge and a sink and a small stove, he even had a toaster sitting out on the bar. His living room was fairly large with a sofa and two chairs, a bookcase and a low black coffee table. His bedroom was sparse with only a bed and a dresser and a small desk and chair, there was a door leading to a bathroom and that was it. Max loved this place and it was where she spent most of her time. When she walked past Dan he put his arms around her waist and kicked the door shut behind him. "I didn't think you were going to come tonight," he said, his voice deep behind her.
Max felt her knees weaken. "You know I come every night that I can. I had a late run at work. Mace decided to tell me at eight o'clock that I had to go across town to collect money that a client owed him. I almost told him to shove it but then I remembered that he's the guy that pays me."
"Would you like something to eat?"
"Do you have anything? I'm starving."
Dan smiled and released Max. "Follow me," he said, grabbing her hand and walking into the kitchen. "I've got tomato soup and grilled cheese if you want."
"Sure," Max said, sitting down in one of his high bar stools.
Dan rummaged around in cabinets and drawers until he found what he was looking for. He quickly made two sandwiches, poured two bowls of soup and two glasses of iced tea. He slid into the seat beside her and they started eating. "I've got to leave kind of early so no monkey business," Max said, trying to sound serious.
"Damn, what else are we going to do?" Dan said, smiling again.
"Alright, maybe a little but I've got to leave in about four hours."
"What's up?" Dan asked, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off.
"I've got an early day tomorrow and I want to get a little sleep. I know if I stay over here I wont."
"What makes you think that?" Dan asked, laughing a little.
"Because in the past week I've probably been over here for about seventy hours, and I've only slept about six of those."
Dan laughed a little louder. "I can't help it. When I'm around you you make me crazy. It's what you do to me."
Max smiled and finished off her soup. When Dan was done he grabbed Max's hand and started tugging her towards the bedroom. "What are you doing?" She asked, still smiling.
"If you've only got four hours we'd better get started."
Max laughed and allowed herself to be pulled into the bedroom.
Max lay next to Dan, a smile still on her face. He was asleep next to her, cuddled up close. Max checked her watch and swore quietly. She wanted to stay with him the whole night, she wanted to watch him wake up and she wanted to cuddle with him for hours, instead she slid slowly out of bed and got dressed. She kissed the sleeping young man lightly on the lips and walked out of his apartment and ran down the stairs. She was cutting her time close. She ran full speed down the street the ten miles to her apartment. When she got there she didn't even go upstairs. Instead she walked around to the back of the building and unlocked the shed behind the building and pulled out her motorcycle. It was and old model, with so many replacement parts that you didn't know what kind it originally was but it had only cost Max two thousand dollars and she won races with it, which was all she wanted.
She jumped on the bike and turned the key. The red bike rumbled to life and Max put it into gear, revved the gas and sped off down the alleyway. It didn't take her long to get to the race site. It changed every week so the cops wouldn't find them and so far she hadn't gotten caught, but then she also had enough replacement parts that she had either stolen or won to give her bike a complete makeover. The cops would never find her. The other three people were there with there motorcycles and a small crowd had gathered. Max pulled up and turned off her bike. Dismounting, she walked over to the small group of racers and pulled a wad of cash out of her back pocket. "And the undisputed champion is here. We've got a new racer with us tonight Maxie," One of the racers, a small mousy guy with thick black hair, said.
"And who would that be?" Max asked.
The new guy turned around and Max almost choked with laughter. This supposed new racer looked like something off the cover of Hog Heaven. He was about six feet tall with a thick handlebar mustache and a bald head. He was at least a hundred pounds overweight and wearing way too much leather. His motorcycle was a heavy Harley Davidson with way too much chrome, Max would have no problem beating him. "What are you laughing at Girlie?" He asked, almost spitting on Max
"I was just wondering what your reaction's going to be when I kick your ass," She smiled sweetly at him and turned back to the other racers. "Here's the deal. One race, three blocks long, drag race. Two thousand dollars a person or your bike."
The other racers grinned and threw their money into a bag that one of the racers was holding. The fat new racer pulled the bills out of his wallet and threw them in the bag. Max handed the bag to a guy in the crowd that she had seen before and trusted and told him to go stand at the finish line. He started jogging and soon disappeared into the darkness. "What if that little runt takes off with the cash?" the new biker glared.
"Hey, that's my brother you ass hole," one of the racers said, stepping towards him.
Max put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "He won't," was all she said, "now let's get ready to go."
Max mounted her bike and gunned it. She heard the others doing the same thing and she waited until everyone was ready before leading them out to the street. There were about fifty people there by now lining up on the street to watch the race. A young woman walked out onto the street and held her arms high above her head. Max saw her arms fall as if in slow motion and she shot ahead, the others taking off as soon as she did. It didn't take long for the big guy on the "hog" to fall behind and Max revved her engine to its limit and quickly pulled ahead. In no time the race was over and Max crossed the finish line just a second before one of the other racers did. It was time for a tune up.
The boy walked over to Max and handed her the bag of money and smiled at her. Max smiled down at him and ruffled his hair as she got down off her bike. "You're losing your edge Max. Last time you beat me by almost five seconds, this time it was almost one. Or maybe I'm just getting better," a young man called from the back of his bike as he pulled up beside her.
"Think whatever you want to Jay but I'll beat you every time."
Max heard a roar as the Harley pulled into the intersection where the racers and fans were gathered. Max turned to him and shrugged before pocketing the cash. "Alright, we'll meet at the alley behind Mike's hardware store on Tenth Street next Sunday at three in the morning. Sorry if that's too early for some of you but we have to look out for the cops. Let's try to get about ten racers this time. I need a new bike and you guys can help me buy one."
The racers howled with laughter and the mousy guy from the starting line walked over to her. "I've got a buddy named Danny. I've told him a little about our racing and he wants to come. I hope you don't mind. He's got an awesome new motorcycle that he just got last week. He'd been saving up for it for almost three years."
"Invite him to come. I wouldn't mind some real competition."
The mousy guy pretended to glare at her and walked away. Max checked her watch. "Shit," she swore lightly under her breath.
It was almost six o'clock and she had to be at work by eight which meant only two hours to get home and clean up, grab a bite to eat and hurry over to work. She hopped on her bike and speed off towards her apartment. It didn't take her long to see that she was being followed. Well, she actually heard it before she saw it; the distinctive roar of a Harley Davidson engine was close on her tail and with the streets starting to become crowded, Max wasn't going to try to outrun him. She quickly pulled off the street and down into and alleyway. He followed close behind. Max stopped her motorcycle in an opening and got off. Her muscles were tight and she was ready to spring into action as soon as provoked, a cat in a human costume.
The big Harley rider with the matching moustache pulled himself off the bike, his lips twisted in a glare. "You cheated?" He said loudly.
Max laughed softly. "And now we have to rumble because you feel all betrayed and your ego's bruised right?"
The man smiled slightly and lunged at Max but she was ready for it. Her foot shot out and hit him in the chest with a powerful sidekick and countered with a roundhouse to his head as soon as her foot landed. Two hits and the man was knocked out cold. Max found a half filled beer bottle in a trashcan and she poured what was left on his shirt and put the bottle into his hands; just another drunk sleeping off last night's binge. Max shook her head and got back on her bike, speeding off towards her apartment.
End: Chapter One
Author's Note~ Sorry about the earlier mistakes. My fault and I think the second chapter is fixed to so let me know if it works.
Chapter One It was cold in February anywhere in the world, but it was especially cold in Seattle, Washington. Max barley noticed the cold as she jogged down the dark sidewalk towards the familiar apartment building in front of her. The building wasn't nice, but then nothing really was after the Pulse, but she spent most of her time there anyway despite the fact that her gut told her not to. She followed her heart. The back of Max's neck still burned where she had gotten the small barcode tattoo removed earlier that afternoon, it would be back in two weeks but she'd keep on doing it, she had stayed hidden for almost eight years.
Max chuckled lightly to herself. She was seventeen, and to her, that was a funny thought. Back at Manticore time was nothing. There was no such thing and it had taken her a lot of work to find out when she was born. But that was after she found out about birthdays. A lot had changed sense Manticore; she had a job at a bakery part time making deliveries to restaurants around Seattle and she had a small apartment ten miles away from her current destination. Her life was finally getting to be normal, but the light sting on her neck reminded her that it could never be really normal.
Max had grown her hair out slightly and now it reached her shoulders but was tied back in a thick ponytail. She was fairly tall and slim but athletically built. She was wearing a red tank top and jeans and a leather jacket. A few people pushed by her in thick coats and gloves but the cold didn't touch Max. She ran the last block to the apartment building and took the stairs two at a time. She didn't know why this happened but every time she went here she could never go fast enough and her stomach burned with excitement, he was the first person that ever made her feel like that.
His apartment was on the top floor of the building but Max wasn't even tired as her feet touched the landing and she walked quickly down the hallway. Most of the doors were closed and there was no thing beam of light peaking out from them. It was almost midnight and most people were asleep but Max had had a late run at work. He wouldn't mind though, he never did. She reached his door and smiled as she saw the ray of light shining out from under the door frame. She knew that she could just walk in but it made her so happy to see his face light up in a broad smile. Max knocked on the door lightly and heard the quick footsteps hurry to the door. The chain slid back, the lock was turned and the door opened and there standing in front of her was Dan, looking as gorgeous as ever.
The first thing Max had noticed when she saw him when she was making a delivery was his eyes. They were cool and gray and always smiling with a touch of gold. He was hard to miss, the kind of guy that everyone turned to look at when he was walking down the street. Max still got goose bumps when she saw him even though they had been dating for six months. He worked at a restaurant where she had been making a delivery and she had seen him again at a bar called Crash that was downtown. They had started talking and six hours later she had found herself in his apartment and now six months later she found herself in his heart.
A smile crossed his youthful face and he leaned against the doorframe. Max looked him up and down, his pose and his body taking her breath away. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans, a tight black t-shirt and no shoes. His hair was golden blonde and cut short, spiked up on his head. His ears were pierced and he was wearing thin gold hoops in them now. He stepped aside and Max walked into his small apartment. The three rooms weren't huge but they were nice. He had been working sense he turned fourteen and now, four years later, he had made some good money.
The kitchen was small but he had a fridge and a sink and a small stove, he even had a toaster sitting out on the bar. His living room was fairly large with a sofa and two chairs, a bookcase and a low black coffee table. His bedroom was sparse with only a bed and a dresser and a small desk and chair, there was a door leading to a bathroom and that was it. Max loved this place and it was where she spent most of her time. When she walked past Dan he put his arms around her waist and kicked the door shut behind him. "I didn't think you were going to come tonight," he said, his voice deep behind her.
Max felt her knees weaken. "You know I come every night that I can. I had a late run at work. Mace decided to tell me at eight o'clock that I had to go across town to collect money that a client owed him. I almost told him to shove it but then I remembered that he's the guy that pays me."
"Would you like something to eat?"
"Do you have anything? I'm starving."
Dan smiled and released Max. "Follow me," he said, grabbing her hand and walking into the kitchen. "I've got tomato soup and grilled cheese if you want."
"Sure," Max said, sitting down in one of his high bar stools.
Dan rummaged around in cabinets and drawers until he found what he was looking for. He quickly made two sandwiches, poured two bowls of soup and two glasses of iced tea. He slid into the seat beside her and they started eating. "I've got to leave kind of early so no monkey business," Max said, trying to sound serious.
"Damn, what else are we going to do?" Dan said, smiling again.
"Alright, maybe a little but I've got to leave in about four hours."
"What's up?" Dan asked, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off.
"I've got an early day tomorrow and I want to get a little sleep. I know if I stay over here I wont."
"What makes you think that?" Dan asked, laughing a little.
"Because in the past week I've probably been over here for about seventy hours, and I've only slept about six of those."
Dan laughed a little louder. "I can't help it. When I'm around you you make me crazy. It's what you do to me."
Max smiled and finished off her soup. When Dan was done he grabbed Max's hand and started tugging her towards the bedroom. "What are you doing?" She asked, still smiling.
"If you've only got four hours we'd better get started."
Max laughed and allowed herself to be pulled into the bedroom.
Max lay next to Dan, a smile still on her face. He was asleep next to her, cuddled up close. Max checked her watch and swore quietly. She wanted to stay with him the whole night, she wanted to watch him wake up and she wanted to cuddle with him for hours, instead she slid slowly out of bed and got dressed. She kissed the sleeping young man lightly on the lips and walked out of his apartment and ran down the stairs. She was cutting her time close. She ran full speed down the street the ten miles to her apartment. When she got there she didn't even go upstairs. Instead she walked around to the back of the building and unlocked the shed behind the building and pulled out her motorcycle. It was and old model, with so many replacement parts that you didn't know what kind it originally was but it had only cost Max two thousand dollars and she won races with it, which was all she wanted.
She jumped on the bike and turned the key. The red bike rumbled to life and Max put it into gear, revved the gas and sped off down the alleyway. It didn't take her long to get to the race site. It changed every week so the cops wouldn't find them and so far she hadn't gotten caught, but then she also had enough replacement parts that she had either stolen or won to give her bike a complete makeover. The cops would never find her. The other three people were there with there motorcycles and a small crowd had gathered. Max pulled up and turned off her bike. Dismounting, she walked over to the small group of racers and pulled a wad of cash out of her back pocket. "And the undisputed champion is here. We've got a new racer with us tonight Maxie," One of the racers, a small mousy guy with thick black hair, said.
"And who would that be?" Max asked.
The new guy turned around and Max almost choked with laughter. This supposed new racer looked like something off the cover of Hog Heaven. He was about six feet tall with a thick handlebar mustache and a bald head. He was at least a hundred pounds overweight and wearing way too much leather. His motorcycle was a heavy Harley Davidson with way too much chrome, Max would have no problem beating him. "What are you laughing at Girlie?" He asked, almost spitting on Max
"I was just wondering what your reaction's going to be when I kick your ass," She smiled sweetly at him and turned back to the other racers. "Here's the deal. One race, three blocks long, drag race. Two thousand dollars a person or your bike."
The other racers grinned and threw their money into a bag that one of the racers was holding. The fat new racer pulled the bills out of his wallet and threw them in the bag. Max handed the bag to a guy in the crowd that she had seen before and trusted and told him to go stand at the finish line. He started jogging and soon disappeared into the darkness. "What if that little runt takes off with the cash?" the new biker glared.
"Hey, that's my brother you ass hole," one of the racers said, stepping towards him.
Max put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "He won't," was all she said, "now let's get ready to go."
Max mounted her bike and gunned it. She heard the others doing the same thing and she waited until everyone was ready before leading them out to the street. There were about fifty people there by now lining up on the street to watch the race. A young woman walked out onto the street and held her arms high above her head. Max saw her arms fall as if in slow motion and she shot ahead, the others taking off as soon as she did. It didn't take long for the big guy on the "hog" to fall behind and Max revved her engine to its limit and quickly pulled ahead. In no time the race was over and Max crossed the finish line just a second before one of the other racers did. It was time for a tune up.
The boy walked over to Max and handed her the bag of money and smiled at her. Max smiled down at him and ruffled his hair as she got down off her bike. "You're losing your edge Max. Last time you beat me by almost five seconds, this time it was almost one. Or maybe I'm just getting better," a young man called from the back of his bike as he pulled up beside her.
"Think whatever you want to Jay but I'll beat you every time."
Max heard a roar as the Harley pulled into the intersection where the racers and fans were gathered. Max turned to him and shrugged before pocketing the cash. "Alright, we'll meet at the alley behind Mike's hardware store on Tenth Street next Sunday at three in the morning. Sorry if that's too early for some of you but we have to look out for the cops. Let's try to get about ten racers this time. I need a new bike and you guys can help me buy one."
The racers howled with laughter and the mousy guy from the starting line walked over to her. "I've got a buddy named Danny. I've told him a little about our racing and he wants to come. I hope you don't mind. He's got an awesome new motorcycle that he just got last week. He'd been saving up for it for almost three years."
"Invite him to come. I wouldn't mind some real competition."
The mousy guy pretended to glare at her and walked away. Max checked her watch. "Shit," she swore lightly under her breath.
It was almost six o'clock and she had to be at work by eight which meant only two hours to get home and clean up, grab a bite to eat and hurry over to work. She hopped on her bike and speed off towards her apartment. It didn't take her long to see that she was being followed. Well, she actually heard it before she saw it; the distinctive roar of a Harley Davidson engine was close on her tail and with the streets starting to become crowded, Max wasn't going to try to outrun him. She quickly pulled off the street and down into and alleyway. He followed close behind. Max stopped her motorcycle in an opening and got off. Her muscles were tight and she was ready to spring into action as soon as provoked, a cat in a human costume.
The big Harley rider with the matching moustache pulled himself off the bike, his lips twisted in a glare. "You cheated?" He said loudly.
Max laughed softly. "And now we have to rumble because you feel all betrayed and your ego's bruised right?"
The man smiled slightly and lunged at Max but she was ready for it. Her foot shot out and hit him in the chest with a powerful sidekick and countered with a roundhouse to his head as soon as her foot landed. Two hits and the man was knocked out cold. Max found a half filled beer bottle in a trashcan and she poured what was left on his shirt and put the bottle into his hands; just another drunk sleeping off last night's binge. Max shook her head and got back on her bike, speeding off towards her apartment.
End: Chapter One
Author's Note~ Sorry about the earlier mistakes. My fault and I think the second chapter is fixed to so let me know if it works.