urbanrenegade
Jan 18th, 2009, 7:13 AM
Currently having a bit of a block:
Part 1
As the sun rose above the remains of the city, the shadowy figure stood motionless.It didn't matter what city it was, long ago it may have been Paris, London, new York, but since the war, they all looked the same. Ruined and deserted. Even now, five years on, mostpeople had not returned, just the odd few. the odd few like Bune. He felt his real name had no place in this place now, so he took the name of a great duke of hell. Quite fitting he felt for here.
Clare scrabbled through the ruins, and dived into the hole. The gangs were dangerous, known for grabbing women and dragging them off, while killing and men folk they come across. She had only gone for some water. she remembered when the city was as it should have been, before the war. Who started it she wondered? The yanks? The British’s? The Taliban? Who cares. All she remembered was the chemicals that rained down on all the major cites, people dying left right and centre. She was one of the lucky ones, she suffered really bad flu like symptoms, but death did not take her, like it did a lot of people.
Through the system of tunnels that had formed from the collapse of the building, Claire made her way to the kitchen area. She shared this are with three others, David , Sarah and Brian. Brian was a school teacher, R.E, not a lot of good these days. Non of them had any need for gods now. Sarah had held a job in a IT company, again, no use without computers. David, was handy. He was a ex-squaddie, royal engineers. He had helped Claire with finding food and water, setting up traps and the such like. And Claire? She had been just a young student, chemistry.
As Bune rounded the bend, he saw them. Four bikes, matt black and rusty. Five figures stood next to their steeds. The club. Since before the war they had ridden together, the Harley and chrome boys looking at the rat bikes in disgust, the power rangers laughing at the lack of power or the strange look of them. But these bikes where the ones that were still going over the ruins and rocky remains that were once roads. Gone were the ninja’s and R1’s. it was big knobbly tyres and torque engines needed now.
Bune stoppied in front of the guys, grinning. Now the fun would begin.
Claire had no idea what was wrong with David. The fever had taken hold suddenly, his breathing had become shallow and heavy. He gulped the water she had collected, but it still did not quench his thirst.
Sarah just sat staring into space, no help there, She looked at Brian, but he looked away. He knew as well as Claire did. David wasn’t going to make it through the night. Shame, thought Claire, I have no more tears to shed these days. She held David’s hands and tried to make him comfortable and her self, it looked like a long night ahead.
As he peered through the window, the dirt crusted thug was expecting to see the ruined city, not bune’s piece of lead pipe just before it fractured his skull. The dull thud of the bar hitting the skull followed but the unmistakable sound of a unconscious body hitting the ground was followed by DB’s stupid giggle. DB or Dumb Bastard as he was known, was a huge man, but sadly his mind wasn’t up to his physical age. His mother was killed during the pregnancy, the doctors saved him, but he was left brain damaged. He was stupid most of the time, but did have some grasp of honour and would happily die for his brothers.
The club raided the thugs dwelling, an old petrol station, which on the industrial part of the city had some how been left standing. Finding their luck was in, the managed to fill all the bikes up, and also the spare jerry cans they each carried on the sides of their bikes, well protected from crashes and any stray bullets by the Kevlar armour plating that they had salvaged from the TA barracks they came across a couple of days after the end of the war. Bune looked over the guys that were left, they had once been 4 chapters strong, each chapter having 22 members, but sadly from all four chapters, this was all that remained.
As the morning sun came up, glinting through the hollow remains of skyscrapers and burnt out offices, Claire sat on the battered remains of a top of the range BMW. Her grubby face had clean streaks where the tears she thought she couldn’t cry had run down her face. Lost in her thoughts she never heard the footsteps behind her. First she knew of her attackers was when ht large hand grasped her mouth and pulled her off the car. She didn’t see the club which knocked her out. Which saved her from seeing Brian’s lifeless eyes, or hearing Sarah’s screams.
DB spotted the bodies first. As the club wandered around looking for supplies, they had come across the car where Claire had been sitting. Brian’s body was dumped by the boot of the car, while Sarah’s was slumped on the backseat. Didn’t need a expert to realise she had been raped and beaten. But they weren’t to know the knife on the floor was hers. She had killed herself half way through the attack, rather than face it. Knowing there was no police force anymore, the attackers hadn’t bothered covering there tracks, and the club started to follow the tracks.
Ironic Claire thought, here I am, trapped in a church, which once would have been a place of salvation. She knew why she was here. These men had told her that they wanted her to help them restart the human race. Typical blokes she thought, thinking with their ****s. They had told her that Sarah had killed herself, but that Brian had run away. They would look after her now, and she in turn would look after them. It didn’t look like she had any choice.
The nato green African twin pulled dup out side the church, followed by the rest of the club. Rusty pointed at the church. Everyone knew that’s were they would find the scum. A breakdown of civilisation was one thing, rape was another. Murder was expected, but there was no need for rape. The guys all held that thought, they had morals. Not many, but some. As these pieces of scum were about to find out. Bones, a ex drag racer who had broken most of his bones in one crash or another, passed around the spare ammo for the Glock 17L’s they carried. The had recovered them from the TA centre, but saved them for serious business. No telling when they would find more ammo.
The tall one dragged Claire over to the stove and told her top start cooking, just as DB crashed through the door on a old Honda C90 pizza bike!! The bike careered up the aisle into the alter pit, DB head butting a cupboard full of bibles. He lay there dazed for several minutes looking up at the painted ceiling!! Bune came through the wrecked door first and hit one of the attackers in the shoulder, which resulted in the others throwing themselves to the floor. They weren’t taking on people who were armed.
Claire heard the bang of the glock but certainly didn’t think she was being rescued until Rusty entered the kitchen, and she didn’t recognize him from the gang that had grabbed her. He smiled and she looked away, not knowing how to respond to this hairy biker before her. He took her hand and lead her out of the church, making sure she couldn’t see the attackers being tied up and gagged. Rusty started the fires as everyone else walked out of the church. It would take a good 20 minutes before the church really started burning nicely, and another 7 minutes until the last attacker died still trying to get free.
Sitting outside the bike shop Claire looked over her strange rescuers. Her brother had been involved in the riders rights many years ago, he had been riding a old BMW boxer. He hated the bike clubs, said they were scum. He also hated custom bikes, street fighters, speeding, stunts, basically anything that was fun to most bikers. Bane had asked he if she could ride a bike, she said yes, but never told him she raced motocross bikes with her cousins. She wondered now why she hadn’t found a bike herself since the war, it made sense now, watching Rusty and Bones knocking up a pair of panniers for this little four stroke scrambler they had found for her in the back of the shop. She had protested about a smaller bike against their bigger bikes, but as DB had said, with the burnt out and dumped cars, speed wasn’t really a factor.
That evening they stayed in the shop. In the morning Bune said, we’ll had out of the city, we’ve spent too long here already. Claire tried to make small talk with him, but ignored her and carried on talking to Rusty and Bones. DB snored heavily in the corner, leaving only Bod. She had hardly noticed Bod, he always seemed to blend into the background. He sat down beside her, and offered her a swig of scotch. She declined. She asked about the club and the guys. But Bod wouldn’t give and clear answers. She asked what they had planned for her.
His reply shocked her.
‘Nothing. We aren’t going to rape you, or force you to have sex with us to repopulate this ****e country. The human race ****ed it, best if we all just go quietly now.’
She said how she didn’t want to leave the city. Bune now turned to her, told her if she wanted to stay then fine, he didn’t care. But she would be safer with them than on her own. Unless she chose to join another bunch of bikers. But you’re the only ones she replied.
‘Are we though?’ Was the reply.
Part 1
As the sun rose above the remains of the city, the shadowy figure stood motionless.It didn't matter what city it was, long ago it may have been Paris, London, new York, but since the war, they all looked the same. Ruined and deserted. Even now, five years on, mostpeople had not returned, just the odd few. the odd few like Bune. He felt his real name had no place in this place now, so he took the name of a great duke of hell. Quite fitting he felt for here.
Clare scrabbled through the ruins, and dived into the hole. The gangs were dangerous, known for grabbing women and dragging them off, while killing and men folk they come across. She had only gone for some water. she remembered when the city was as it should have been, before the war. Who started it she wondered? The yanks? The British’s? The Taliban? Who cares. All she remembered was the chemicals that rained down on all the major cites, people dying left right and centre. She was one of the lucky ones, she suffered really bad flu like symptoms, but death did not take her, like it did a lot of people.
Through the system of tunnels that had formed from the collapse of the building, Claire made her way to the kitchen area. She shared this are with three others, David , Sarah and Brian. Brian was a school teacher, R.E, not a lot of good these days. Non of them had any need for gods now. Sarah had held a job in a IT company, again, no use without computers. David, was handy. He was a ex-squaddie, royal engineers. He had helped Claire with finding food and water, setting up traps and the such like. And Claire? She had been just a young student, chemistry.
As Bune rounded the bend, he saw them. Four bikes, matt black and rusty. Five figures stood next to their steeds. The club. Since before the war they had ridden together, the Harley and chrome boys looking at the rat bikes in disgust, the power rangers laughing at the lack of power or the strange look of them. But these bikes where the ones that were still going over the ruins and rocky remains that were once roads. Gone were the ninja’s and R1’s. it was big knobbly tyres and torque engines needed now.
Bune stoppied in front of the guys, grinning. Now the fun would begin.
Claire had no idea what was wrong with David. The fever had taken hold suddenly, his breathing had become shallow and heavy. He gulped the water she had collected, but it still did not quench his thirst.
Sarah just sat staring into space, no help there, She looked at Brian, but he looked away. He knew as well as Claire did. David wasn’t going to make it through the night. Shame, thought Claire, I have no more tears to shed these days. She held David’s hands and tried to make him comfortable and her self, it looked like a long night ahead.
As he peered through the window, the dirt crusted thug was expecting to see the ruined city, not bune’s piece of lead pipe just before it fractured his skull. The dull thud of the bar hitting the skull followed but the unmistakable sound of a unconscious body hitting the ground was followed by DB’s stupid giggle. DB or Dumb Bastard as he was known, was a huge man, but sadly his mind wasn’t up to his physical age. His mother was killed during the pregnancy, the doctors saved him, but he was left brain damaged. He was stupid most of the time, but did have some grasp of honour and would happily die for his brothers.
The club raided the thugs dwelling, an old petrol station, which on the industrial part of the city had some how been left standing. Finding their luck was in, the managed to fill all the bikes up, and also the spare jerry cans they each carried on the sides of their bikes, well protected from crashes and any stray bullets by the Kevlar armour plating that they had salvaged from the TA barracks they came across a couple of days after the end of the war. Bune looked over the guys that were left, they had once been 4 chapters strong, each chapter having 22 members, but sadly from all four chapters, this was all that remained.
As the morning sun came up, glinting through the hollow remains of skyscrapers and burnt out offices, Claire sat on the battered remains of a top of the range BMW. Her grubby face had clean streaks where the tears she thought she couldn’t cry had run down her face. Lost in her thoughts she never heard the footsteps behind her. First she knew of her attackers was when ht large hand grasped her mouth and pulled her off the car. She didn’t see the club which knocked her out. Which saved her from seeing Brian’s lifeless eyes, or hearing Sarah’s screams.
DB spotted the bodies first. As the club wandered around looking for supplies, they had come across the car where Claire had been sitting. Brian’s body was dumped by the boot of the car, while Sarah’s was slumped on the backseat. Didn’t need a expert to realise she had been raped and beaten. But they weren’t to know the knife on the floor was hers. She had killed herself half way through the attack, rather than face it. Knowing there was no police force anymore, the attackers hadn’t bothered covering there tracks, and the club started to follow the tracks.
Ironic Claire thought, here I am, trapped in a church, which once would have been a place of salvation. She knew why she was here. These men had told her that they wanted her to help them restart the human race. Typical blokes she thought, thinking with their ****s. They had told her that Sarah had killed herself, but that Brian had run away. They would look after her now, and she in turn would look after them. It didn’t look like she had any choice.
The nato green African twin pulled dup out side the church, followed by the rest of the club. Rusty pointed at the church. Everyone knew that’s were they would find the scum. A breakdown of civilisation was one thing, rape was another. Murder was expected, but there was no need for rape. The guys all held that thought, they had morals. Not many, but some. As these pieces of scum were about to find out. Bones, a ex drag racer who had broken most of his bones in one crash or another, passed around the spare ammo for the Glock 17L’s they carried. The had recovered them from the TA centre, but saved them for serious business. No telling when they would find more ammo.
The tall one dragged Claire over to the stove and told her top start cooking, just as DB crashed through the door on a old Honda C90 pizza bike!! The bike careered up the aisle into the alter pit, DB head butting a cupboard full of bibles. He lay there dazed for several minutes looking up at the painted ceiling!! Bune came through the wrecked door first and hit one of the attackers in the shoulder, which resulted in the others throwing themselves to the floor. They weren’t taking on people who were armed.
Claire heard the bang of the glock but certainly didn’t think she was being rescued until Rusty entered the kitchen, and she didn’t recognize him from the gang that had grabbed her. He smiled and she looked away, not knowing how to respond to this hairy biker before her. He took her hand and lead her out of the church, making sure she couldn’t see the attackers being tied up and gagged. Rusty started the fires as everyone else walked out of the church. It would take a good 20 minutes before the church really started burning nicely, and another 7 minutes until the last attacker died still trying to get free.
Sitting outside the bike shop Claire looked over her strange rescuers. Her brother had been involved in the riders rights many years ago, he had been riding a old BMW boxer. He hated the bike clubs, said they were scum. He also hated custom bikes, street fighters, speeding, stunts, basically anything that was fun to most bikers. Bane had asked he if she could ride a bike, she said yes, but never told him she raced motocross bikes with her cousins. She wondered now why she hadn’t found a bike herself since the war, it made sense now, watching Rusty and Bones knocking up a pair of panniers for this little four stroke scrambler they had found for her in the back of the shop. She had protested about a smaller bike against their bigger bikes, but as DB had said, with the burnt out and dumped cars, speed wasn’t really a factor.
That evening they stayed in the shop. In the morning Bune said, we’ll had out of the city, we’ve spent too long here already. Claire tried to make small talk with him, but ignored her and carried on talking to Rusty and Bones. DB snored heavily in the corner, leaving only Bod. She had hardly noticed Bod, he always seemed to blend into the background. He sat down beside her, and offered her a swig of scotch. She declined. She asked about the club and the guys. But Bod wouldn’t give and clear answers. She asked what they had planned for her.
His reply shocked her.
‘Nothing. We aren’t going to rape you, or force you to have sex with us to repopulate this ****e country. The human race ****ed it, best if we all just go quietly now.’
She said how she didn’t want to leave the city. Bune now turned to her, told her if she wanted to stay then fine, he didn’t care. But she would be safer with them than on her own. Unless she chose to join another bunch of bikers. But you’re the only ones she replied.
‘Are we though?’ Was the reply.