Chapter 26

The Ballsy Bike Safari of Rougesage

                    #Checkpoint 1

            The River Blackwater

Rules: 1.every biker should have a partner.

2. Should be given a drug Modafinil before Race

3. Every biker had to cross deep water of 130 km of the river

4. The watershed area of river blackwater is 2,0975 square miles

5. Filled with 10 dangerous Black caiman Crocodiles , 14 feet long .

6. Crocodile can't be killed due to animal reservation act , they had to be avoided by other means , which may not harm them.

6. The River is 113 ft deep , and water is murky

" Are you ready ?" He asked looking at me , and I just looked back in his hazel eyes , to confirm myself more than enough to be his partner in this bike tournament , a bead of sweat rolled from my forehead to be only slipped and disappeared between somewhere my neck , these clothes aren't a bit comfortable towards my uneven skin , these are the back leather materials with some safety spikes added to the sewed side of its margin , black shiny clothes and a big size helmet almost making my mind go dribbling ,

some reparations were furiously added to our race suit which was in very coral colour and a young chick who I thought might was given the charge of dressing the biker's partner dragged me harshly , her face was almost irritating and I never missed the pointed looks , which she just tossed back at me , the room was very small and there were many other serving girls caged in this boxy room , which was more than a wooden pallets hammered at very corner of its wall , I quickly got changed to my given armed suit but it was almost giving me a death choke , my lungs were still exfoliating for breathing.

" More than ready !" I gripped his abs tightly , scooting myself more close to his body , he slightly opened his window of helmet and nodded at me, but I know he was searching an urge of any kind of reluctance in my behaviour but my perseverance did gave him his answer , I saw his deviant sincerity which he had applied all away in his now phlegmatic face was giving me a benign composure , bikers dressed in their code and their bike partners clinging to them was a sight to see, through the pungent tainty smell of gasoline and petrol , noises of engines and screeching of wheel , they were all hounds of men to be present at the scene , all young and muscular , locked inside a leather jacket and their skilled trained body going swift from side to side, it's almost seems that this illegal race was a men's world to be survived, and there was only one woman to be spotted among these racing rioters, while I saw Juana there in her Dakar rally ,

She was looking like some cybernetic soul , thrilled but looking an angry self reliant furious on mission militant lady , with no grotesque to be expected from anyone , she was given a different armour garb from others, her garbs had a red stripes poking from the black leather suit fitting tightly to her upper body and then going narrow and constricted to bottom ,her heroic poised demeanor was already adding a sense of valour to other bikers,

while by looking at her ,someone could say she was being morphed or had given an ammunition of intoxicated drug , her eyes were clamoring some unspoken words , but they were churning all along her body language , the way she was gripping the clutches in very tourniquet manner , her intentions were making her a risk in danger sort of girl , I had seen these looks many times in my life , whenever she did get involved in fight with street hoodlums her busted nose with oozing metallic blood dripping in her rough pierced lips abusing them , "Motherfuckers!"

I always had its deadly flashbacks dancing in my mind , and recalling those moments where she turned in her hype beastly vixen form , she proven to not less than some destructive weapon, I had to stop her from risking her life and destroying it to nothing , I closed my eyes and felt the lots of excited bodies dissolving with each other leaning forward to see this amazing deathly race, a wave of brouhaha enthralled in side me , and then there were 20 bikes aligned and clutching hard on their gear , it was very tough for me to have a real physical experience , to alive my fears and anxiety , it was more than that to be discovered , they say pain is sometimes a locus of your inferiority ,

The girl with a hot pants and big boobs jingling together with a red bralette top fitting to her chest and ending three to four hands above her navel , came tic tocking in her red pencil heels , with a big check flag in her long hands , bending over her ass and displaying more cleavage , she whistled the beginning of race by flying the flag in mid air, enriched with badass nuances her red painted tongue rolled inwards flashing her million dollar slutty smile,some boys cheered and some whistled at her, but she was being her own gambling queen being the one sexy chicklet host of this race , her dark Kohler eyes squealing her bombshell attitude while her toned body and tattooed arms which had carved the ink on an eagle shaped writing was descriptive , she stretched her long legs paired with heels showing off her milky flat stomach , she flipped her caramelized brown highlighted hairs and said,

" Bienvenue ! To today's annual grand race of The Ballsy Bike Safari of Rougesage, bikers are all set, timed and ready to rock n roll in the safari of this rough hamlet, I m Lulia your show host and rules are pinned to your gears of bike, Are you ready ? For hauling your monsters on the breast of this dusty frenzy , groin the ground , chilled your horny coochies and give a tight rub to your pelvis because , your scum will be freeze and your pony will be ride .... Set to the position....stuck your penis and tighten your bulgy butts because this race gonna be deadly .....here you go, be safe and please save your damn ass from getting drown..À tout à l'heure.....

There was an applauded howling by the audience and public while her accent was French mixed with dirty cussing slang words from popular Manhattan streets where they use cheap pornos curses stinging them out with their poking tongues, I had heard many of them from the bully boys of my previous school, i drifted my mind to the spot where rules were displayed again and again in a big digital screen which displayed the rules , they were flashing now and then like some heading of a breaking news, many bamboo towers were built up at very great height ,

if roughly estimated they were 70 to 80 feet higher , where i think the satellite cameras were installed to keep an eye on the the cacophonic octaves of the cheering people were filled with marijuana effect hollered from the fences , under the open sky , bikers were ready to inaugurate the bike chase packed with expensive and dangerous flatulence and nitrous,

After rechecking of their bikes and some servicing mechanics reassuring the race team about the engine and other metallic system of bike , checking speedometers and mileages with gears and unscrewing the oil filters , if they need any change and searching the drain plug washers with air filters and spark plug , if in order of risk getting combusts , it shows the sign of wear and gap between the electrodes and after a final check , with a great mileage the race began ,

I could hear the sheer enthrals of the mad crowd squealing about their favorite bikers , Juana Juana !! Her name was on the almost every tongue rolls, I didn't had any Slackest idea that she was that much popular among the rusty riders of bike and bikers ,

Ryan was retaining his centre of gravity and I had to lean as more close as he was doing now , the riders were driving faster within their spirit , tossing and transmuting their sense of wild surroundings , we are not the part of race , but K somehow bribed the manager to let us in , it was a last minute entry , very last minute and I was not being with myself , I was agitated and when he decided that we had to grab Juana and let her out from this race , I gave in to him , I could still fill the one breath lasting away in my breath , the motorcycle , our gravitate masses of bodies and the way we were balancing out the fused machines .

This race lasts 150 kilometres , but the real race hadn't began , the first destination point is the The River Blackwater , bikers are not allowed to fight with each other , they are diving as faster as the mountains and hills are coming on their way , it's not that late for the sun rays to penetrate on this musky soil , the bike speed is all I wanted to be slow down , we are driving the edge of a knife , i m losing my all count , the wind speed is longing for it to be not over to blow, my cheeks are flattening with the constant blows of fast breezes stinging my skin, the engine moving faster than expected ,

" We should turn towards the left !" K instructed me , while he was driving it around 80 , the roads were rural and moral bike jackers were tentatively bringing up the honk flanks of their bike to shut down the other bikers , they had to maintain their centroid locus point , but the way each biker was bending to the lowest angle towards the banking of the road was guffawing me , the way they were gearing up their speed was fanning the hot sweat radiating from myself , Ryan was fast but not faster ,

Juana had already vanquished from our sight , many valleys and streams were the hurdles to be crossed , sprinting visions and barns of the village uproar the aplomb , the river black water was still a blue moon in one's sight , i spotted another bamboo tower of the same height which was previously built up at the starting place of the race track , one man in black cloths was handling a telescope to watch the movement of trailing bikes , I could imagine if they also had cameras and satellite technology up there , because after all , a big gang mafia was the sponsor , but I was unable to caught a glimpse of it ,or I think he might be hidden watching all of this , still a mystery ,

one bike was smashed into burn when the fourth bike hit its fuel tank side wise, the bike flew up in the mid air while the biker and his partner hatched away to the near by pond but still the race continued I turned back to see the injured bikers they laid flat by the stomach and their clothes torn up , blood pouring but they weren't dead , I immediately turned away my face , we were already at the last place , it grew up the worst horror out of my mind , we were neither driving so fast nor too slow , Meadows and palm trees were hugging each other , cattle returning their shed, amidst all of this natural scene, there still lies a bloodshed chase, the river black water is a great chase with ten crocodiles , but the question is who would be able to survive through these deadly beasts of water,

Ryan was registering the change of this environment , his muscles relaxed a friction and the uneven desire rocketed me , the heightening speed around the topsy turvy land was engaging me to depth , and then after the racing , we came near the river blackwater , as does its sounds create a worst of horror inside every one , the bikers stopped , popping out their clutches , every body's tranquility was broken out , many trees and villages had been already passed away ,

the water was swishing and it still looked like a silent hymn harping its wet melodies with a constant flow, deeper with its banks and fishes , ford with the uplifting waves of turmoil and you will cross it in a bit , too easy it does seemed if is looked as an spectator but it was terrific gameplay , a dangerous illusion , everyone's necked bobbed , Juana was the first in the row , an another tower of bamboo was spotted near the river ,a man with masked mouth descended from the tower and approached the bikers, he told them to cross the river one by one ,if someone is preyed by the crocodiles ,next to the former one had to try , Ryan and I were the wild card entries and were teamed up as last , those ten bottled ravenous amphibians had a cunning smile flashing over their large mouthes, the hungry mouthes with a greedy and deceitful king of placid bearing a bony plates on their back and lusting with their carnivorous habit of eating fleshes , named as the silent attacker ,

Juana was under the effect of drug , she was blinded with morphine injected to her mind , but overdriven with a passion , she speeding up her bike pressed a long button which winged out two metallic wings from the side way of her fuel tank and now her bike was automatically transformed to an aviator , but as she had added the local oxygen cylinder the bike could flew 128. 5 km only and if she would pressed it harder , it may caught fire and she would be dead,

She dabbed the button and kicked the gear and clutching the lever , she flights off in the skies , everyone watching her in a daze and shock , she had used the technique of cannon shooting by pulling up the lever beyond its limit , and as she hit the peak point of her projectile flight, using for nickel and copper junkie horizontal turbines filled with 1200 HP of kerosene mixed thrust , helping the bike fly for 10 minutes only , piston and old rotary engines that were practically stolen from the black markets of Rougesage streets , and the half of the materials purchased from Murad Junker and supplier of reckoned aircraft parts which he himself had imported illegally , I knew Juana's little dirty secret and very well knew how much she had invested for this race ,

Her fuel had mixed robust of coke and hydrogenated concentrated mixed with kerosene and gasoline , a temporary alternative for jet engine fuel , but now suddenly her turbines caught fire and if they are not boosted higher then her flight would immediately drown in the blackwater and she will be the food of hungry predators of dark , and my heart leaped to save her , I can't let this happen ,

but Ryan stopped me , it was more an electric shock , my hands were slippery , my heartbeat stomping , her crashed bike set with fire was falling down , the lusty monster of water lunged forward opening their hard jaws to grope her in flesh , my mind was blurred and I felt a heart attack , her bike had an attempt , and she was going to die only because of her passionate ego, No one was talking , bikers were still under the drowsy effect of Modafinil , but we two were not given the drug,

I grew suspicious of Ryan's connection with the mafia gang , because they were being so clement to any proposal the Ryan had thrown to them , either it was our wild entry to the race or not injecting the drugs , he must had paid them big or whatever but he had kept their mouth zipped , her body was falling like a fallen empire after the lost battle, every motion seemed to freeze at that time , but I would salute her innovation that she did put up with , crocodiles were jumping forward with their spiky tails wagging .....her helmet rolling away from her head , and she was going inside the black hole of her death ....in seconds and in nanoseconds , just about to and I wanted it to be vanished away as a bad dreams , the memories ran into my mind of our little fights , her slang cursing , her dislike towards Mr. Murphy and we hanging out in Saturday's bar , was it a hiatus of our two year fellowship ....

She can't leave me away like this ...but she was falling down like the fallen leaf of autumn , uprooted from its twig ...I wanted the time to be reversed in motion , everybody looks defeated but I looked at the remote control which was in the hand of that masked man , it was set to raise and I immediately got to knew of their vicious gameplay .....

I would save her ....I knew it at any cost , I leapt at the man ....and tried to catch the remote but she was almost near the mouth of them ....