Trash

Thrill Rider:

"Okay," I think to myself as I look behind me and see flashing lights "This is not how I saw my night going. At least, not in the first 30 minutes."

As I cut in between two cars, I replay the events that lead to this.

"1, I put on my suit. 2, I get on my new bike and leave the base. 3, I somehow accidentally dented a police car and now they're chasing after me. Hmm."

With their sirens on, the cars on the roads have to pull over to the side of the road, meaning the police officers chasing me have a straight, clear road to me.

"Thrill Rider," one of the police officers screams from his car, "I order you to stop your vehicle immediately and get on the ground!"

"For what is worth," I scream back, "I'm sorry about denting your car! I just got this and I'm still relatively new at driving it!"

"I will not repeat myself," the police officer yells, "Thrill Rider, I order you to stop your vehicle and get on the ground! Now!"

Lowering my head like in the movies, I manage to pick up a little speed. Once more, I cut through traffic, ignoring the red lights and going right through a crossroad. The cars that were about to cross stopped when they see me. They allow both me and the police officers to cross through.

"I need a quick escape. I could use the alleyway but the polices could just follow me through. I also can't use a fire escape. This motorcycle cost me a lot of money. Not to mention, my fingerprints are all over it. No! I have to think of something else."

Barely managing to stay out of reach of the officers, the situation only gets worst when another police car almost crashes into me. Taking an insane sharp turn, almost sliding off my motorcycle, I come to a stop, both my feet and the tires skidding as I stop.

"Freeze," the officers yell as they get out of their cars and point their guns at me. While the four officers all look right at me, I'm looking at something hidden in a nearby alleyway.

"Uhh," I say, thinking of something to say. "Uhh, bye!"

Police Officer:

Before we could arrest Thrill Rider, he kicks against the street and rides into a nearby alleyway. A second later, I hear a loud crash.

"After him," I yell, getting back into the driver's seat. My partner does the same and quickly gets back into the front passenger's seat. I stomp on the gas and chase after Thrill Rider, following him into the dark alleyway.

"Quickly," I say, grabbing the onboard flashlight. "Turn on your light!"

My partner nods his head and turns on his onboard flashlight. With the other two following behind us, we all scan the alleyway, our lights going everywhere. In the alleyway, there isn't anything too special. Just a dumpster, some trashbags, trashcans, and one or two alley cats.

"Where did he go," my partner asks, "You think he could have gone through?"

"Maybe," I say, stopping the car, "But let me check something first."

Once again, getting out of the car, I pull out my stun gun and head for the dumpster. A large green dumpster with both lids closed, I think about the motorcycle Thrill Rider was riding.

"Can definitely hide a motorcycle behind this."

With my finger on the trigger, I look back at my partner as he climbs out of the car himself, his own stun gun in his hand. Our fellow officers behind us are ready too, so without wasting a second, I grab the lid and open it.

"Freeze," I yell, looking inside. "Ahh!"

I jump back when a bunch of cockroaches starts running around. They run all over the place, and I have to nudge a few of them away to check inside the dumpster.

"Nothing," I say, turning back to the others. "Come on. If Thrill Rider isn't here, then he must have gone through. There's a chance we can still catch him!"

Running back to the driver's seat, my partner and I drive through the alley and take a turn. The officers behind us take the other turn and we split up to find Thrill Rider.

Thrill Rider:

"Ahh," I cry, my hand shooting up through the trash bags. Crawling out from the piles of bag trashcans I hid under, I do my best not to haul everything I've eaten in the last 24 hours. "Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Cinnamon. Pancakes. Chocolate."

As I keep talking, my stomach starts to get really upset.

"Okay," I say, climbing out. "Happy thoughts. Happy thought, but no food."

While thinking about happy, non-foods thoughts, I hold my breath and bend down to pull out my motorcycle.

"Note to self. Stop by the store to buy soap for the motorcycle."

Shaking my head and throwing a few wrappers off my motorcycle, I climb back on and restart my patrol. I ride and ride around for a while, managing to help a few people. I stop a few people from stealing a car. I trip a theft from walking out with stolen cash before returning the money to the cashier. I even manage to grab a dog before he could be run over.

"Here you go," I say, gently putting the small dog down. "Word of advice, please look both ways before crossing the road."

I point to my own eyes before pointing to the street. Of course, I don't think the dog understood a word I said. He seems more interested in chasing after a runaway ball. I watch the dog for a bit before shrugging my shoulders and leaving. As I climb back on, I hear the familiar sound of sirens.

"Shoot," I think, looking around for a hiding spot. "There aren't any hiding spots around here."

I'm in a small neighborhood lined with a bunch of small houses. There aren't any alleyways or big enough bushes for me to hide behind. The sirens getting closer and closer, I cross my fingers and duck behind a parked car. I watch from behind the car as three police cars zoom right past me.

"Well, that's lucky. They don't seem interested in me. So what are they interested in?"

My curiosity peaking, I climb back on my motorcycle and carefully follow after them. We all drive for about ten minutes before coming up to a large fenced-off building. The building is crumbling with holes in it and all the windows are boarded up. Directly in front of the building is a sign with the word 'condemned' written on it.

"Why are we here," I ask as I pull up the side of the condemned building, out of sight of the police officers. Turning the engine off and climbing off, I look once more at the building. As I look at the building, I hear the sound of a footstep. Moving as fast as I can, I turn around with my baton in my hand

Brian Wane:

"Hey, hey, hey," I say, putting up my hands and stepping back. "Easy! Easy. I'm not here to fight you."

Still stepping back, I watch with relief as Thrill Rider lowers his weapon.

"You," he says. "What are you doing here?"

"Uhh, I came here because I heard something about police officers coming here," I answer. "I never thought I would run into him. Mr. Thrill Rider, this is an honor."

I offer Thrill Rider my hand. At first, he seems a little hesitant to shake it but after a few more seconds, he shakes my hand.

"I'm Brian. Brian Wane."

"I know."

"Wait, how do you know?"

"Uhhhh, your blog. Yeah, your blog. I know about your blog."

"That's weird. I never put a picture of myself on my blog."

"Uhh, I figure only the one who blogs about me who considers it an honor to meet me. For the record, thanks for the support and all, but I really do think you should take that blog down. I have a lot of people who hate me."

"Yeah, well, you also have a lot of people that want to support you. Anyway, what's going on here? What is everyone doing at this abandoned building?"

"I have no idea," Thrill Rider answers, turning back to look at the crumbling building, "But I'm going to find out."

"Awesome," I say, "I'll come with you then."

"I'm sorry. What?"