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Chapter Two – Clave
They woke me up by eleven p.m and guided to my motorcycle outside of the tent. The screams out there were so loud that I couldn't hear what Magnus was trying to say about the race.
I was walking in a corridor flanked by tents and superbikes. Hundreds of people like an ant-hiil, all of them looking at me and some saying how I'll die. And the music was ringing loud somewhere on the Clave's camp.
Soon the mass gave way to a super red bike detailed in blue. No symbols to indicate your manufacturer, what indicated that Alaric build it by himself to kill everyone whose he wanted at races. What could explain your victories.
— Be careful. – Isabelle said. – He never rides that bike to internal races.
My heart was almost in my mouth and I was so fucking nervous. But, the life with my father taught me never show my feelings in these situations. When Alaric stopped in front of me I just smirked and didn't say anything about your bike as he was expecting.
I closed my jacket and took the helmet while he still looking at me with your initial smile fading slowly. Put on your own helmet and headed to the starting line. I did the same and followed him without look one more time to Isabelle or Magnus.
While I was following him I was looking for weakness on the robust structure of your bike. Once I race against a man for a useful mechanical device. I won, of course. My bike had the device and it'll make the difference. The device: a blade. Just to press the button and the bike on my side would fly. But, certainly that tires were impossible to penetrate. But, I could use the electronic system. I could cut it and take him off the competition, the hard thing would be stay side by side with the monsterbike.
I approached to starting line and nodded. I saw his smile under the helmet. He wasn't using jacket and your naked arms showed tattoos of wolves. He wasn't concerned, sure that he'll win.
A black haired woman, beautiful and full of curves dressing a hot skirt and with your breasts in countdown to explode off your t-shirt walked until the front of us. The screams got louder and obscenities left the lips of the Clave's men.
She raised a handkerchief and smiled. I could hear "Maia" "suck" "dick", but my attention was just on the man next to me. He did your motor roar so loud as it was possible and I did the same like an answer to your action. I let him to be positioned a few centimeters in front of me. And when the handkerchief touched the ground, he fired.
I stayed behind for my own will to calculate what to do next to get an approaching. Obviously he had a device to deceive the race. Maybe it was more dangerous than my copy of one of Da Vinci's inventions.
If you're asking to yourself, my parents didn't knew about my victory or about the device. My bike was bought with my own money and the Ferrari that he gave me on my birthday I left behind without drive seven miles.
In a minute we left the camp and the corridor filled up with Clave's cheering your leader.
The camp was situated in a desert. Far away? It's impossible.
When we moved away from the camp I could see what Magnus told me. A circuit was built : cars to 'jump', strange objects and substances in the way, and a bifurcation. We had to pass on the same obstacles – theoretically – because the bifurcation should divide us to meet each other at the end of the circuit and return to the camp. Unfair.
Immediately I knew what killed the others. So, when Alaric turn left I followed him and saw his hesitation for see me in your back. And so he pushed the first button in your superbike. I felt the power shocking on my own and I was destabilized for a second but I could recover my position.
Comparing both sides I could see that the cars on the left had no tires what means that it would be shorter for jumping than 'my side'; saw too nails and glowing iron flanking a safe passage for him. Completely unfair. The thing that most surprise me was the position of the open way. Always alternating to see he was fighting with the obstacles.
When we left the circuit he slowed the bike and I saw the he'll try to kick my bike. Typical. I just destroyed your cheat, your position in the Clave was in danger. As him piloted by my side I did: pushed the button and the blades started to spin out of the structure of the bike. Four hundred rpm. Alaric got away laterally and conduced your bike to me in high speed. Timing the collision I pushed the second button and flying spinning blades hit your bike.
Smell of burned rubber filled the air joining to the smoke coming out of your bike. I was wrong, that wasn't the electronic circuit, but something important because I heard your moan seconds before I push one more button and 'fly' forward. When my bike destabilized again, I knew what happened.
The explosion was what destabilized me, but I was close to the camp already. I slowed until I arrive where should be the finish of the race. I got off the bike to see what was left over from the explosion. There was no chance he had survived. I did. I was the new Clave's leader.
I looked around and no one wanted to approach more than ten feet. By the moment I thought I was in trouble, but I realized that one of the blades was still spinning. I smirked as turn the killing machine down. And so the silence was forgotten and they screamed their lungs out.
After that, Isabelle and Magnus dragged me to the boss tent. There we met Alec, her elder brother and the Alaric's things on boxes. Isabelle told me to look for possible things I wanted to keep but the only thing was your money. And, of course, one of your trophies was hung at the entrance almost destroyed just for warning.
I needed to prove that a seventeen-year- old guy could handle the Clave.
Brazilian kisses ;D
Just to remember, this fiction was originally posted on Nyah! Fanfiction by me [MC]
And I have two published books in portuguese, but in english I've been no practiced.
Tchau.