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Here it is the long-awaited chapter 2 of Twin!
I can't believe how long it took me to think of what to put in the chapter,
Twin
Chapter 2:
…The market place of Central…
The motorcycle careened down the side street, swerving this way and that to avoid the people, jumping aside to avoid being hit. Shops and their windows whizzed past the side of the rider's vision. The wind created by the sheer speed of the vehicle whipped her long black hair behind her.
When there seemed to be no more people in the way for the time being, the woman glanced over her shoulder. Through the wisps of hair, she saw the man she had been running from this whole time. He sat astride his own motorcycle, which was black in color, compared to hers, which was white. His path, however, was straight and purposeful in this chase for the woman's life.
She then watched as the long-nosed pistol in her pursuer's hand pointed toward her, and immediately fired a few rounds at her. But because of her swerving and unpredictable course, most of his shots missed.
The woman spun her face forward as a clattering and shouting drew her attention forward, Her eyes widened in horror to see a horse drawn cart filled with melons crossing the intersection ahead. There was no way to avoid a collision; the opening was too small and there wasn't enough time. The driver who was leading the horse was shouting at her and wildly waving his arms.
The woman screamed back, "Get out of the way!"
By the time she finished this message, the driver leapt aside leaving the horse and cart in the way of the incoming motorcycle. The horse, for the first time, noticed the noise, but by then it was too late to run fully out of the way.
The woman felt a searing pain along her left leg just before the crash. 'Oh no! I'm hit!' She thought.
The man on the black motorcycle just managed to screech to a halt a few feet from the crash. He watched without remorse as the woman was flung from her seat along with the melons. The cart, still attached to the horse by a harness, was rocketed to the right. The horse whinnied in terror as it was dragged along for the ride. There was a loud cracking sound when the horse hit the pavement. The man on the black motorcycle supposed that the horse was dead. Melons were flung everywhere.
The woman's motorcycle flipped a few times, and then crashed to the street a few meters forward. It skidded to a halt. The woman did not appear to be screaming as she flew through the air and shattered an opposite shop window across the street. The man could hear screaming from inside the shop in the aftermath.
The man pulled the motorcycle to a stop in the middle of the street. As the man dismounted his motorcycle, another, smaller, man ran toward his horse and cart. He screamed upon finding the horse to be dead. The man who had been chasing the woman pulled out the empty cartridge from his pistol and threw it away over his shoulder. He then stuck a fully loaded one into the pistol. It clicked with a sort of loud certainty of death.
As he did this, the man saw the glass inside the shop fall off the form of the woman in what used to be the shop window. She was clutching her right shoulder and her clothing appeared ragged from the preceding stunt. The man raised his pistol and pointed it threateningly at her, "The joyride's over." He cocked the gun as she glared at him. But before he had the chance to end the chase once and for all:
"Hold it right there!"
The man, without lowering his gun or wavering it from his long-sought target, turned to face the direction where the voice came from. His eyes narrowed at the sight of a man in a military uniform and several others behind him.
"You're surrounded." The military man said. The one thing noticeable about this new personage to him was his long blue coat lined with gold, and his gloved white hand, which complemented the short, black hair. "I suggest you throw away your weapon and come quietly, or it's going to have to get a little rough." The features appeared vaguely familiar…
The man with the gun glanced to his left and right, where he could clearly see the other soldiers with their own guns at the ready, pointing at him. He smiled, "I don't think so. You don't know how long I have waited for this moment."
Colonel Mustang's eyes closed, as if in pity, at the man's response, "Why do they always want to fight?"