Just a bit from a short story I am writing… as always, remember this is a rough, rough draft.
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The engine roared as the car roared down the remains of the broken highway. Two motorcycles speed along either side of the rusty black machine. The cycle with a passenger swung a baseball bat at the tainted window, making a spiderweb of cracks with the first strike and splintering it completely on the follow up swing.
The driver of the black car gazed at his attackers hidden behind a full faced gas mask. An odd growling, howling noise that could not be hear over the roaring of the engines, came from the motorcycle driver as his passenger continued his assault upon the car with the bat.
The motorcycle on the driver’s side of the car as the driver pulled out a pistol and began to take aim, only to have two tons of steel slam into them. The front suspension bent sideways from the force and snapped. Sending the driver into the air,landing chin first. Their feet landing second a short distance ahead, the drivers back now bent like a torn apart paper clip.
The car and the remaining motorcycle raced onward, neither unconcerned with the fate of the other driver. They both swerved around a derelict car in the middle of the highway,left there years ago. As they emerged on the other side, the motorcycle swerved back with the passenger poised to jump to the other vehicle, baseball bat at the ready.
The car slammed on its brakes. The passenger tried to grab onto what ever they could to prevent themselves from launching themselves onto the target no longer there, the only thing there, was the driver. This caused the driver to swerve to try and re-balance the bike, but failing. All three of them hit the pavement. The passenger hit first, their arm bending almost all the way around their back from the friction. As the driver and bike struck, the driver of the car swerved out onto the shoulder of the road to avoid striking them. An odd fluke in the broken pavement of the road caused the driver and bike to bounce directly in front of the cars path. As they disappeared under the car and the sound of metal striking metal immediately followed by a crunching sound.
“Shit.” The driver said even before the car struck them.
One thought on “They say people don’t believe in heroes anymore. Well damn them! You and me, Mad Overlord, we’re gonna give them back their heroes!”
Is the driver’s name Max?