chapter 41: Final lap

{TW: Cussing}

For a moment, I was hesitant. Jorge was right at one point. We couldn't be sure of how many more tricks did he have up his sleeve. But then, did I care at that moment? All I wanted was to get out of this hell. "200 badges." I can still hear The Masked whisper them to me.

It's going to be a slow journey but worth it in the end. I keep telling myself. Maybe just a self-assurance. I knew how reckless this passion would make me but can YOU BLAME YOURSELF WHEN YOUR LIFE IS AT STAKE HUH?!.

Anyways I hit the speed booster and it jerked alive. It took everything to just hold on. I came face to face-nay bike to bike with Arson. You couldn't have recognized him if it wasn't for the "Player name" shadowing above him. He was wearing a helmet. He turned his head to look at me and I did the same. I swear I could make out that craze embedded in his eyes even through the black-tinted helmet. We held our gaze for a second or two before he speeded off.