‘What!?’ Mello pulled his mic. down and pushed it some under his helmet. “Matt! Where the hell are they going!?”
“Like I know, Genius!” Matt called to him. “As the ever famous line goes: ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this.’” It was followed by a deep chuckle.
“Stop jackin’ around!” Mello seethed “We’ll follow them but ditch the girl. I see two extra cars on either side of the road. More than ones gonna go to the med. center tonight.”
“You and your freaky second sight!” Matt started slowing his bike down. "Sorry ride stpos here!" He saw her eyes holed a question in them. He felt sorry for haveing to get rid of her.“Bye! Bye! Baby!” He hollered pushing Sharmaine off into some thick grass. He then tried to look to make sure she was safe but.
“MATT!” His own name brought him back into focus. It had been heard not only over the head phones but openly too. He had wasted too much time with the chick. Back to business. Into the fray, right? That’s what being a street man was. Especially if your Mello’s friend.
He saw Mello’s head turn toward him. He could have sworn the punk’s eye’s glowed, another piece of proof that he was more feline than human. Even through the heavy visor those frightening blue orbs could catch the best or worst of any situations. As well as freack the crap out of you!
Everything about Mello was, in a way, scary. The way his eyes would penetrate you to your very soul. That mind that never rested. The hands that could caress and kill. In one stroke no doubt. Nothing was ever the same from day to day. You were either treated very kindly or even more roughly. His name was Mello, but he was so obviously bad.
Matt shivered. Just thinking about it all made him feel weak. He stared ahead at the front bike. Mello’s honey, gold locks stuck out of the bottom of the dark helmet and looked like fire under a deep pot blowing in the wind. The feathered coat looked like some kind of demonic shadow flailing behind him. Yes, he was definitely a demon’s spawn.
But….Don’t bad things happen to bad people? Usually. Maybe. "Oh, man." Matt tried his beast to not think of it. Even though he felt it was right.
Mello was waiting for the sign that he wanted. Mikami had a lot of enemies and if they got wind of any recent action, every mob boss knew about both raids by now, they would try to sever his most valuable ally through elimination.
“I can’t allow this to happen to them.” He said to Matt over the intercom.
“Can’t let what? What to happen? Melloooo!” He helplessly managed before Mello’s bike surged forward. Closing the distance between his own bike and the car, the two new cars seem to hesitate. Holding back, and yet menacingly inching up.
“Easy. Easy.” Mello whispered to himself edging the bike back. He threw his brakes on, slapping the front of the car behind him. Using the force to allow himself to hit the windshield. Glass broke ripping his coat, as he penetrated his goal. "Shit!" He yelped ripping his coat more away trying to free his back.
The mystified driver hollered curses swerving the vehicle. Thanks to his position he couldn’t avoid the skidding that resulted from his attacker’s motor cycle being pressed under the car. Faced with his worst nightmare.He waved at the other car for them to shoot. It was the policy in his gang that if the plan was in jeopardy even gang members were sacrifices.
It wasn’t easy, but Matt could see the wave as he fought to stay as close to the fight as humanly possible without getting himself killed.
“Mel! Mel!” He yelled into the small microphone. “They’ve got a signal going!”
A hand let him know he got the message. But fell fast as bullets flew through out the air.
“Oh yeah?” Matt mumbled blowing smoke from his cigarette. “Two can play this game.” He pulled a hidden compartment out. He loved this bike. It could accommodate two small long range guns. Which he now pulled out, releasing his handle bars. Matt had the best ballance in the mafia. For him. This was child's play.
He opened fire on both cars. Blasting where ever he could hit them. He only saw shadows moving in the already crippled car. Meaning Mello was inside taking care of one problem. So he steadied his bike and resumed fire on the other obstruction.
The scene was incredible at best. One car was madly swerving, sparks flying from its bottom where the bike was. Mello's coat was flying from the front of the broken window. It seemed to scream 'I'm in death's hold'. Shells from different fire arms zoomed from all directions.
Then it changed when one of Matt’s ammunition hit the second car’s motor just right. Causing the entire section of the road to become a see of flames. New cars were so vulnerable with their big gas tanks. The other must have been older, since it hadn’t been affected by the rain of oppression laid on it’s
re-painted exterior.
It looked like a mini a-bomb had gone off. Either side of the road burned in the explosion. Grass and dirt flew threw the air spreading the fire. Both Cars were buried by the smoke and molten stuff.
Matt slammed his own brakes to avoid the mess. 'What happened to everyone?' He couldn’t see what was happening through the smoke. So he hopped off his bike and ran into the haze. 'Some one's gotta be alive?' He pushed his helmet off to try to keep the smoke out of his eyes.
Even from her place in the grass Sharmaine could see the explosion. Her eyes widened at the thought that the boy's could be hurt. What about Nathan? Was he alright? She watched for a little bit wondering what to do. She descided to go there. She wasn't that far. Maybe she could help some how. She started for the sceen.
When she got there twenty minuets later. She saw Nathan sitting with the blond man on the ground. He looked so upset. He seemed to be talking to her uncle.
She looked a little away when she heard the red head start to screem curses into the air. Or was that his phone? She pulled her's out and dialed 911.
Then she walked away and dialed her parent to get her fussing at. And to get them to take her home. Nathan was alright. And fro some strange reason she couldn't help but smile to herself as her parent's screemed on the other line.
