Chapter 25

The Ballsy Bike Safari of Rougesage

              The Seven Checkpoints

                            And the Deadly

               Bike Racing Tournament

Some habits doesn't change , they come along with same patterns but with different conditions , they had their own terms , and some times it's out of the head, I m confused with what the life had taken a role play in my life , Leigh didn't came and I m not going to make a call for him, I won't it is just not the right thing to do , I m a girl , with a little mettle in my suede routine, may be the naps of my each fabricated deeds aren't seamed to the perfections and they are projecting out of the frame of my tiny life, but they are no one to insult my essence and spirit level.

I would challenge and I want to take the risk, I m seeking a harmony between my body and spirit. I m not that upbeat girl with optimistic mood, my mood swings and it is not formidable , it permeate sometimes , some emotions and I don't know , where to keep it. I m a sporadic woman whose irregularities are just the blow of time intervals.

I decided to head for home, it was never too late for a person like me to go home, whenever I had the feelings which hurt my guts, I would just want to flake my legs towards the home, even the word " home", brings the warmness and coziness in my heart , so I just put on my creamy woollen shrug , which embraces my body from the cold outside, and inserting hands to the side pocket of my skirt , I walked over the pedestrian crossings, the traffic light was beeped from green to red, and the thought was killing me, that I had to wait for about half and hour , for the roads to be cleared, but then I saw a local city bus coming near the bus stoppage, at which I m currently standing, i was about to board a local city bus,but then I heard someone's following footsteps behind me . I turned myself just to look who it was, and then I saw him, it was Ryan !

I mentally cringed at him, he was flashing his ever white teeth like if they were some precious diamonds , I chose to ignore his presence, and as our eyes collided, my brown with his hazel, and he stopped in his tracks, whoa! I tried to be unfazed by his move, why even he is here, to make me more damped and insulted . I crossed my hands in front of my chest , just to show my disapproval towards him. And waited for the bus,

"Are you really going to ignore me, like I m nothing but gush of an air ?" He spoke to me, and tried to close the distance. I m really affected by his closeness, I clenched my fingers into a fist. Don't do this to me K !

"What is your problem , with me and my life, let me barge into the bus , first !" And as I tried to queue up myself with the crowds , which had gathered within the small amount of time, I hold the bar of the entrance door but, one stiff man gave me a push from his large buttock and I eventually slipped off from my grip and landed into K's lap. He was holding me like I m some glassware, and when I had closed my eyes, I felt like his steel grips were tightened around my waist, and he had adhered my body to himself, my anger was boiling with a flicker moment of time.

"Just hear me out this once, I need to tell you something !!" He pleaded with his eyes which had hide an amount of thunderstorms behind them, they showed a hurt when I was being ignorant to his pleadings.

"Okay , for last time!" I nodded in a response and soon saw a visible sheer expression in him, as he had been asking for a glass of water and someone took him near the freshwater lakes, his jovially face lightening told me in advance,

"Looks like someone, is enjoying a bridal style carrying ? " he said with his sultry and whispering voice, which turned my blood cold and his immature talking brought a sensation of pleasure with flame inside me. My whole body was set to trance and I began to slowly enjoy the moment.

"You fucker, just put me down, I had to catch the bus.!" I snapped at him and swat his arms which were more like the dumble in the gym.

"I m never letting you down, just fuck the bus, have a bike ride with me, let us enjoy ourselves this moment before we both destroy it to ashes ! Miss Lockhart?" He chugged his long eyebrows towards me , hoping that I would accept his cavorting ,

My constant denials had only encouraged him to tighten his hands down my hips and being a bridal style uplifting , I had to saw him as my life saver, so I tightly embraced my hands over his shoulder , and he pulled a smirk over his traitorous face ,

And leaving the bus behind, which was already boarding off by the passengers, the crowd over the pedestrian zebra crossing was much more bummer than I vexed , but again it was a crowdy day, we both reached near the K's bike, The famous Ducati Diavel , to which Juana envies a lot , because it had better mileage then her Dakar rally's, he hopped onto his bike , kicking the stand to which bike was made to be fixed on the ground, while I straightening my leg and carefully gathering my skirt all up side , with dropping my hands to either side of his shoulders , took a seat over his leather of bike, with a roaring voice , he with a greater speed leaped over ,

"Hold me tightly , tightly means like a boa , around one's neck !!" His voiced frail down the breezes, and I felt a sensation , but threw it off when lots of curves were passing , we both were following through, it really doesn't matter that my angry mind was stopped but he seemed more provoking ,more electronic to my own touch of his ripped muscles,

"Where's.... you....'r.. helmet ?" I cried between his pucking speed , when I saw him with the one , he was wearing , I got my answer and crossed my legs tighter and very close to his broad one,

I felt the freedom ,I felt his long lost presence , when I had kept my hands on his wide shoulders like the trunk of a trees, so wide, so exorbitant for my own hands to touch him,

He was following a great speed , and suddenly slow down near a small lane , which was on outskirts of the Rougesage , this lane was slippery , muddy and was a broken road, where the hell he was taking me with? What must I say about him , about his prudent ways, after sometime , my eyes discovered the green bushes , long trees of mahogany and other wild plants , I saw the yellow poppies , which had been bombed out from the earth near the small brook flowing on the either side of the road,

We had came to a rural area, as I could sense the idea , I could see the fields and the farmers ploughing their dry fields , I could see village women carrying Crops and foods in their one hand, this place was very serene and suave , I like the treasure of this place , ambient and fresh !! I flung my both hands free on the air and closed my eyes , inhaled the breeze which was as soft as the plush rug, and feels the vibrations , a spiritual connection ,

And suddenly my eyes felt a jerk , and it broke my miniscule inner peace , he with a great halt , stopped the bike and in front of us , was a huge crowd , the craziness , many people in the cheering manner , I hopped off the bike and my mind was clouded inside it's most helical structure, I looked at the scene filled with smokes , flags , beer bottles staked up in the row bigger and smaller , some hukka pots reviving their importance of smoke and flavor , actually , many people considered the hukka as a way of entertainment for being wasted, crap and loaded, for them, it is a way to escape from reality , along with the flavors of the sobering smokes , puffing out from their choking nose , exhaling the patterns in the open dark blue sky ,

Darkness with the black dessert of grown stars was about to come, I do look like a surprised unable to speak a word , it was the fucking , Motorbike annual race tournament ! Fuck! That means , could it be, my sound made a low raspy , shocking sound to myself .

It was the Grand finale of Bike racing tournament " The Ballsy Bike Safari of Rougesage"  , it was Juana's big day, oh my god! I m totally wasted , even if I hadn't have been drunk , how could I ? They had chosen this place for their deadly weird and wild life risking race, and also in this piece of hour, when it was full moon day

They were making me feel a bit claustrophobic and oh, and that roaring noises Perhaps this comes from the mechanical anatomies of the several bikes , which had been rowed up to the line , now the village area was descended by the deadly race of these hormonal teenagers , this sound which was a mix of weeds, smoke and exhilaration vibrates right down to the bones. This type of energy is contagious. You can literally feel and hear the high voltage charging emerging through all the people here, many boys were shouting and Corralled like piglets in a playpen, the bikers were about to queued to the redline of the track ,

As wearing the black helmets and designer race bikes, clutching the handles of their bikes, ready to swoop

"I m really sorry , I brought you here without your permission , but I thought you needed to live by being illegal !" I turned my back and met with his hazel colored eyes , shining with a jewel of clandestine.

"What do you actually mean , by being illegal ?" I submitted my words as my words rolled behind my tongue and he flinched a little bit , a badass intriguing man of my life,

" it's an illegal race , held by the top criminal gang of this city , the gang leader is fond of bike races and he invest his bulky dollars to make it more dreadful and art of daredevils , " he answered and this time , his face maintained a serious mask over his skin , his hands surrendered under his pocket of his black jeans ,his hoodie appeared again on his head , and his eyebrows zinged , and a silence fell between both of us.

"Do the cops , knew about this danger in form of race , infact Juana had been the part of this race for long time, holy shit ! How come , I never investigate !" I was a total maniac of being reliant on her way of money making, now it struck to my mind finally , how she made to brought Dakar rally within one year , now it make sense to my eclipsed mind , she was gambling after all , chasing the money and risking her life in this dangerous race .

"Cops ! They Do know but they had been keep quiet because half of them are bribed and half of them , get commissions for permitting such races , every year this bike race is held in broad daylights in the hills of Barnabas , but for the first fucking time it is scheduled in night ! Do you even understand , why ?" He shot an unexpected question to me , he always knew when to ask and when not to ? His unmanageable attitudes may be tough to handle , but his thinking was always a tame of some highly ordered person.

"May be they had been warned this time , but I think this race is still a thriller because of these over excited barbaric teenagers , " I shook my head in difference ,

" you can say that, because Mr. Edgar Cornwell had been put into the charge this time and he had been the dutiful cop, dedicated ,so in order to remain safe , the Gang leader to save his ass had scheduled the race to be happen in this late night hour , there are certain rules.

#1.the bikers had to be in pairs ,and would cross the River Blackwater , in which there are 10 crocodiles , the bikes had been provided with a motor boat like function, so fighting with these beast animals , they had to move forward.

#.2 the Terrain of enclaves , these terrains are very narrow and are very steeper , if one may fall , he would be dead , and it is 140 K.m long .

#3. They will need to wade across rivers, ride through dense jungle, which is home to wild elephants, leopards and snakes, tackle 1000+m climbs and negotiate bone clattering rocky descents. Via a network of rarely traveled off road trails, Bike hunt in the Jungle takes riders through the diverse terrain and climate unique.

4. Crossing the railway tracks , before a rail would come

5. Racing over the tip of long old hanging wooden rope bridge, a type of suspension bridge named as "Cacodi_Jhula " , which is 500 years old ,bridge joining the two highest cliff of Mullagharerik mountain , and 330 feet above from ground level, if you fell in case, don't expect any call for help , very steep rocks , high winds and below a dangerous deep forest river flowing with lots of deathly amphibians .

6. They had to ran over the muddy bog which is again 10 Km long.

7. Then unknown tunnels , which is again the down most part about 180 m down from this spot where we are standing.

8. After this they had to come back here again.

And Valen! They would be given a huge dose of any kind of drugs , weeds or alcohol which suits their digestion system but they had to take any of them ,it's compulsory and they had signed a contract that if they would die , no one can put charge on this unknown gang leader and his team , and the one who would be the trophy cracker , would be provided with 10 million dollar a drug which would only numb and collapse their mind ,

Drunk !!!

Drugged?

Dead

These were the eight rules he described and his voice uniting high-octane adrenaline junkies with fun loving drunken bikers , it was a big high professional crime , this gang leader was a mental or I must say some psycho person, is he freaking out of his mind ? How could he bet the people's life in order to enjoy money and entertainment , and what about their lives and innocent .

This sleepy rock in the middle of the Irish Sea becomes something like a rollicking festival ground , and I look to the crowd of people supporting their favorite bikers ,

But question dribbled in my mind , who was this Gang leader, unknown and undergrounder , why he never yields his true personality , Why did K brought me here and what I will be doing about this , but I had to stop these chaotic and breakneck drama .

I vowed and K looked at me like he understood my feeling , crooking a smile.