Hyabusa: A Tale of Urban Terror

Author/CEO - Darrell King

COO/Marketing Manager - Elbert Jones Jr.

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The leafy greens ruffled against each other as the gentle breeze climbed down the steep slope of the hill. The slow descent of the great gush of wind had reduced its intensity so that it had grown into a gentle pat on the cheeks of the tourists that traipsed along the pathway. They were all looking upward at the giant mountain standing before them. Coming from various countries and different regions from all around the globe, they had all come to see the Mount Fuji and just as what theyve all heard, it was really a sight to behold – it looked like they could stand and stare at its awesomeness all day.

The wind that carried along with it the scent of Lake Kawaguchi sent a chill down the spine of the tourists. They had all visited the Shinto

goddess Konohana Sakuya Hime at the base of the crater. Some had been in the neighboring village for days, marveling and reveling in the hospitality of the dwellers of Gotemba, a village just east of the mountain. They all moved away from the crater, done for the day and heading back to the different places they had all come from. It was not an ideal time to climb the mountain so most of them were heading straight to the get their baggage and leave to come back again.

Unbeknownst to many, fearful of the legends theyve heard about Aokigahara, they never passed there and thus never saw the bike that had been there for almost a week now. The pretty looking Hyabusa had been there in the open, its glowing red background lined with a dragon drawn in white against the fuel tank spitting out an unimaginable black fire from its ferocious mouth, fighting against the foreverpresent glare of his master. It had been five days ago when he had drove him out here from Fujinomiya early in the afternoon while the sun still bathed its glory on its red glossy body. He had brought a Minebea 9mm pistol along with a rope just in case he never got to shoot himself. He could pretend that he was just acting a role and get done with his act. He didnt have a purpose any longer so when the moment came,

it was not very hard for him to take his life in the eerie forest of Aokigahara.

He had believed that within a day or two, someone would have come by his bike and perhaps noticed his body not more than hundred feet away still hanging from the tree, his feet dangling beneath him. It was five days and more now, yet his body was limping there on the branch and his lovely bike was being treated harshly by the weather all day long. He had thought that taking away his dignity was enough for them – it seemed they werent done

with him just yet. They would let his bike rot out here too. For what reason, he couldnt seem to understand. His patience was beginning to wear out and he knew just what to do.

He had found a friend in the deepest trenches of the dark forest who had told him about life in the forest. The forest was a home to all the ghosts that died there and it gave them the opportunity to pass out vengeance on whoever caused them to end their life abruptly. The forest understood why they had settled for a tragic ending and it always offered them the chance to make sure no evil deed was left unpunished. Staring at his bike now, all he needed was someone to discover it. He needed to make contact with the world outside so that he could start his mission of destruction.

He watched intently night nor day neither passing them in the jungle but he could see the breaking of every dawn and the setting of the sun, he bid his time and he knew that he would surely get his revenge. He could feel it getting closer, just moments away.

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The guards just changed shifts, and Takano Tang was happy to be on duty again. He loved the serenity that the mountain suffused. Even during the times when it was not advisable to climb the mountain, hed always climbed to the second station just to sit and feel absorbed by the calmness that surrounds the giant. As a little boy, his parents lived in Gotemba and he always had the opportunity of sneaking into the park to climb the mountains. He and his friends lived everyday with the hope of a new morning when they would have the opportunity to climb the mountains again.

He hated visiting the northeastern part of the mountain since that was where Aokigahara stood but it had not been patrolled for almost a week now and it fell on him to make sure there was nothing amiss there. They had recovered three bodies just in the last month and he was not yet over it.

As he walked the grounds of the path that led to the dreary forest, he silently sang to the tune of Ko Jo No Tsuki that played through the ear piece in his ear. The moon was not yet out but the sun was beginning to rescind into the background, he hurried along the forest taking his time to look so that he did not miss anything. Even if he was afraid, he had to do his job well. He stopped short as he saw the gleaming red and white bike. A beauty alone in the middle of the forest at this time of the day,

the owner had to be somewhere around. He called out for anyone who was in the area but he got no response.

Beginning to be wary, he approached the bike slowly, trying to anticipate every move any assailant might want to make. He got to where the bike stood and it was then he noticed that the tracks that leading to the bike position had disappeared. It looked like the bike had been there for some time now.

He saw that the bush right next to the bike looked disturbed, he pried into the forest and before he had walked for ten seconds, he came upon the body. His only guess would be that this was the owner of the bike. His neck was being severed by the thick rope that hung around his neck. He ran out of the forest and called his supervisor, reporting everything hed seen. He was told to wait outside the forest, until the team that handled the suicides came, it was only then he could leave. He knew that few minutes from now, they would be here and he would be back with his usual job. It was possible he would not be given patrol of the forest for some few months to get over what he saw. He had never really understood why these people always committed suicide.

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He could hardly believe his luck, when he had thought that they were no longer coming, the swarm drove in. He watched as the van drove in behind the detectives sedan. He was professional with handling these sorts of situations now. He directed the men to the body and inspected them as they cut the body down from the tree and placed him in a body bag. They carried him into the van, the area around the bike was tapped and they all left. From what he knew, they would be back within a few minutes although two sergeants stayed behind.

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The night light danced around the streets of West Philly as daily activities never seemed to end. Two couples walk past, cuddled against each other in their sweater bearing the logo and name of their alma mater – it was so with everyone whod attended the prestigious Penn State. Everyone is strolling around, greeting someone they recognize once in a while. Just as everyone is removed from the city, so also was she.

Although far away from the citys reach, after staying ten years trying to do everything in her power to make a failed marriage work, she had left when her only child died. She didnt see any reason why she should remain in a house where she was no longer welcome, where she was served with cruelty with the rising of a new day. She had packed her belongings and moved to a less crowded area of Freeman Arms, the housing project shed lived in for thirty years now. Marjorie Caine had moved there when she was

just thirty four still grieving the loss of her son. Now she would like to believe she had achieved a lot since she got to the locale. Being the church mother to Calvary Baptist Church had been a huge task for her. When she moved to the area, shed given her life to Christ and ever since then, shed been His mouthpiece. She had come to accept that what she had now was bigger than what she had been dreaming of. She was now a pal of God, talking to him as though he were her momma. She had a stall just in front of her home selling, candies and other confectionaries along with soft drinks which earned her the name Candy lady. She loved every day she had spent in the housing project; she was not wishing to leave there even though the crimes in the neighborhood have increased in the past ten years. It had become a worry to her – but one she could leave with.

She was sitting by her ware when the truck drove in. They all knew the one person responsible for most of the trucks disturbing the piece of the street early in the morning, Cedrick

Wiley. His Cedricks Cycle World was the one place she always blamed for the incessant crime that seems to be overshadowing the town – but what can she do? Hes the richest man in the hood and hes had everyones respect for a long time. She would rather sit by her candies and watch everything that happens around her.

He had been expecting the new shipment for a month now. His new bikes just came in from Florida but it was only one hed been waiting for. The Harley Davidson hed heard that people were ready to sell all they have just to get their hands on it and all it took for him to get this bike was a phone call. If no one was willing to appreciate the beauty of a creation because of some folklore, hed rather move away from the crowd. He knew what cash having the Harley Davidson would bring in for him so when he heard that the Bikers association was selling off some of the old antique collection of bikes, he had immediately requested for his dealer in

Florida to get it for him and send it with his next batch of bikes. Now it had finally arrived and he could see fortune smiling on him. What others havent noticed yet, he had seen it million miles away and now was the time for him to profit from his foresight. Cedrick Wiley made sure the Harley Davidson was kept separate from every other bike that arrived. As far as he was concerned, the story that comes to mind whenever he was ready to sell would drive the price higher – he could just say that it was this particular bike Bill Clinton got as a gift from Hillary for their seventeenth anniversary.

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Deeper into the shadows, he witnessed the hustle and bustle going on around him. He never imagined hed have the opportunity to get to a city with this large population. He had always hated Americans, now he was on their

soil and they have the least idea what chaos theyd brought in. He was going to enjoy every moment of seeing the shock and desperate cries of those nearby to witness the wrath of his anger and he would dream of the fear that his possession has reeked in the minds of millions far away from him.

It is time to wreck havoc. He thought to himself. He had been given a good welcome to the Athens of America and it was time to holler their names.

Cedrick Wileys Cedricks Cycle World was beginning to lose its cash. Although it has not been anything huge in the past month, the loss theyve incurred has been debilitating and he had to do something to make things right.

When hed bought the Harley Davidson, hed expected that there would be tons of people queuing to have a taste of what it felt like to hold the hand of a powerful being. His bike sale had always done well in the past and hed hoped that things wouldnt change with the arrival of his new guest. Whatever luck hed thought that the Harley had, was gone, he had to look for another way to bring his business back up.

Since he got his Harley, hed been hearing that there was a bike people are clamoring to lay their hands on. Hed hoped that he could get to see the bike for once and see if it was worth all the fuss hes been hearing. He heard that the owner, a Hippie who moved to West Philly about a year ago was going to take his first ride on it and there were lots of people who were going there to watch.

Hey Sam Cedrick called his lead engineer whod been working with him for seven years now.

Yeah boss. He answered jogging down from where he was supervising.

Any of youse jawn going to see that new bike dem people been talking about? Cedrick asked.

Few months back my answer woulda been

deflee. But boss right now it doesnt look so.

Okay, yinz go back to work then. Ama head out now nat.

He knew what he would have to do if he thought that the bike would be worth anything. He wondered how someone could easily become the attention of the town just because of what he owned.

He drove his new Cadillac to martin Luther King

Jr. Dr where they said the man was going to be. If anything was to happen, it would be there. As he made his way to the highway, he saw that everywhere was too deserted so he turned away and entered drove into Schuylkill Expressway where he parked in the Philadelphia recycling center. He wasnt sure if the info he got was correct. It looked like he was the only one out here waiting to see what the Hyabusa was made

of.

Almost ready to give up and head back to his shop, he saw two bikes drive past fast then make a turn into the river trail. He guessed that they would also be in the area for the revelation of the angelic apparition in town so he followed them into the trail also. Soon he discovered that hed been at the wrong side of the road.

All along the river trail, there were bikes and cars lined up. The crowd was very huge but they were not raising all hell. They were all in groups, keeping their discussions as low as they could with their blood boiling to see the bike in action.

He parked behind the two guys that he followed. They were huge guys, professional bodybuilders and with the way they stood, he could only guess that they also ventured into jujitsu. He knew that most of the people there would recognize him and he didnt want that so hed brought a car he had not used. He was here to check out a venture and if the current owner of the bike gets alerted of his presence, the show-off might just be called off.

He stayed in his car, wearing an Eagles cap that did a lot in covering the gray side of his hair and his big brown penetrating eyes. The noise of the crowd started to grow and few minutes after he arrived he realized that he was very early for the party. He came out of his car and looked around him. He saw the swarm of sweaty gangsters with their whores and high school teenagers all wailing about one thing or the other to their friends.

He got back into his car. He was definitely not welcome in this sort of crowd. He had expected that they would use a wider terrain where he could have the opportunity to be invincible. As he sat there thinking of how he had spent his youth, the great Hyabusa strolled in its mighty ardor, its engine revving silently but with a perceivable vibration. He got out of his cap and inched forward to get a better of view of the bike.

Standing, with its rear and front facing the crowd that lined its way to glory, Cedrick could see the eagle – just how much of a coincidence could it be that he was also representing the Eagles here today. Its perfect red sleek body was attractive just as its solid build spoke a lot of unsaid words.

He watched the man Bobby Miles spur the bike to life again, throwing himself forward as the bike lurched. The crowd cheered endlessly at the show. He could spend the whole day here watching and catching every detail of what the Hyabusa can do. He wanted to know as much as possible about the bike he would want to have in his yard as soon as he could lay his hands on

it.

Bobby moved forward a bit and the slutty flagger came forward and gave him the go. Pumping the juice of the bike, it was off for the race in a moment. Within ten seconds, it was sprinting at three-oh-four kilometer per hour and soon they Cedrick lost sight of it. The screams and shouts and claps of the crowd further away from the start line provided them with the info they needed, the bike was still amazing.

He had seen its stoic and solid build, the aerodynamics for the bike was well worked on and it was fast – no doubt about that plus it was a very quiet nice piece of machine. He would surely try his best to get the bike – since he

wasnt sure when another Hyabusa would be up

for sale, he had to make sure he got this one. About two minutes after it left, they heard the shout from the crowd again signaling the return of the bike. The bike had pleased them a lot and they were already feeling disappointed that it would all be ending soon.

Bobby with his serious face on appraised the reaction of the crowd and considered throwing some stunts at the finish line. As he got closer to the end, he began to raise the head of the bike gradually and within twenty feet, he had raised the bike a few hundred centimeters above ground. Just some few yards to go and he would have the whole crowd cheering – but it never happened. As he kept inching upward, the front fork began to loosen and the front wheel axle became slack. Bobby never knew any of this happened because it was all just about few inches of slack. As he dropped the head of the motorbike to let him bounce it back up higher than it was before, the rake and trail of the bike came apart for a moment. His front wheel behaved as though it was shattered as the impact of the drop ricocheted all through the body with a major effect on the front. He was thrown forward with a lot of brute force that those who were as close as hundred yards heard his bone breaking amidst the deadening silence.

Right on the spot where it had thrown its rider of its back, the Hyabusa collapsed on its side with no physical damage sustained.

The whole crowd burst forward as people began to punch their phones to call for an emergency vehicle. They all knew it was useless, the

moment Bobby hit the ground, they knew he

was dead. How would he have survived such a fall? If he did, he would wish he had died when

he fell.

He was back in his shop, brooding over what he just saw. They had all gone to be entertained but what they witnessed was way too brutal. When the police came, they had taken the bike, it was the only evidence they had. The great number of crowd present at the scene told them the same thing over and over again and they still couldnt make sense of what happened there. One of the high school kids had recorded everything and they had taken the recording with them. He had a friendly relationship with the Chief of Police. He would have to check in with him to see what they were concluding.

What was most mysterious was that the bike took no damage whatsoever. It was like no one ever rode it. Not even a scratch was found on its body.

As much as Cedrick sympathized with what happened he could not but feel elated at the ruggedness of the motorbike. It took a very bad shock and absorbed it as though it was a little vibration dancing along its handlebar – something minute. If he had been thinking of how much cash this bike could bring him, he now knew that amount was small compared to the figures that were floating around his mind now. He could see himself making a fortune out of the bike – only if he could have the bike for himself. Now that the cops have the bike, he was not sure how that would be possible. Even if he begged Thompson, the police chief to help him out he knew that he still wouldnt get the bike. He had to look for a way out and he had

to do it fast.

He picked up his phone and dialed the police chiefs number. No one knew if Bobby survived the crash, but they could still feel some pulse when the medics got to the scene. He had to know if the boy lived or died. The chief picked his call on the third ring.

You aight b? Cedrick exclaimed.

Whos da jawn on da phone please?

Thompson asked.

Police chief, please I just got into town and I saw the poster that says if I am looking for somewhere to stay, I should contact the police chief on this number. Please how soon can you get me a room? Cedrick joked.

I can see yinz dont have our accent yet. The police chief replied then continued. And to answer yo question, yes I have a room where ya can stay.

Oh! he exclaimed. I can rest from worrying now. I thought I wouldnt be able to get somewhere to crash for the night. Cedrick kept on the pretence.

So can you give me the address? He asked.

Just find your way to 3’00 Lancaster Ave. The rooms are very cozy. Thompson said almost bursting into laughter.

Can I get there easily? I dont know if I can get a cab that would take me there directly. Cedrick said.

Come on jawn, ya can never miss it. The station is a very popular place here. Everyone knows where it is. Just ask from people ya meet along da way. Thompson answered.

You have rooms in the police station for people to sleep in? he asked.

What do ya think da cells are? Jawn?

Thompson asked.

Chief, are you kidding me or what? So you are suggesting that I spend the night in your cell? he asked feigning fury.

You called me to ask a question I dont have any fucking answer for. Where else do ya think I would suggest for ya to sleep?

Okay, maybe its my fault then. But do you promise to bring in some nice piece of ass once

I am settled in? Cedrick asked.

Hey Cedrick, what do ya want from me? the chief asked, dropping the game. Ive got a lot of things I need to do. I have indulged you enough. He said.

Come on Thompson, dont ya want us to do

more? Cedrick said chuckling silently. He knew that Thompson didnt have the time to joke around so he cut straight to the chase.

I was just thinking if theres been a development on bobbys case. I was there and it was horrific. Cedrick said, hiding the real reason why hed called.

Oh! Da poor boy. Thompson said before he

continued. The doctors are saying that it looks as dough he would make it. But dey say dat he would feel and look very bad after dey are done with da surgeries dey have lined up for him.

Da poor kid. If only hed known dis was going to happen, he would never have ridden da damn bike, maybe he wouldnt have bought it.

Cedrick said.

And da fucking bike is hale and hearty. We have a mechanical team here, checking for what could have happened to da bike and up till now, dey have nothing.

I just hope da kid gets better along da way and move on with his life. Gotta dip so you can do better things with your time buddy. Cedrick said.

Youre an asshole Cedrick. I always have better things to do – when you leave me or when I do.

I dont give a fuck. You just love fakin jacks

Thompson shouted and slammed the phone.

They had both grown up together on the streets of West Philly, went to the same high school, dated friends, went to the same church but as life moved on, they started following different paths. Theyve both had passion for crime and

as it played out, Thompson got into fighting crimes while he delved into making sure that the crimes were as low key as they could. He made sure that civilians were never attacked during any of their usual fights and whatever they did; it was always out of the bounds of the state so that Thompson wouldnt have to deal with his problem.

He had the information he needed. The bike was not yet under lock and key. Since the boy would probably live, he had to make his move and he had to make it now. He called his boys and gave them the details of the job. He wanted the bike delivered to him by tomorrow evening. He had no idea how he would arrange for the bike to become invincible out there in the open when he acquires it and bring in people from everywhere to come admire its beauty and rigor. ***************

Chief Thompson. Andrew McCall called the attention of the police chief from where hed been laboring for hours now.

Andrew, ya got something for me? the chief asked.

He had called Andrew once he got the news that the accident was caused by a bike. Andrew was their lead mechanical expert. He had been the one who assisted the bomb experts during their murder investigation of Antoinette – Cedricks wife. They all respected the man for his thoroughness and speed. He didnt waste time on unnecessary things. He always goes straight to things that are relevant to the case.

Since yesterday afternoon, he had been working on any theory that could have caused the bike to fail but he hadnt seen any. Maybe he had finally found something they could work on now.

I wish I did. I have to say dat it looks as dough da accident has nuttin to do with da motorbike. I have recreated da crash and Ive run endless simulation. The bike is supposed to come apart totally but dats not da case with dis. He said pointing to the rotating image of the Hyabusa on the computer screen.

My jawn have gone through da parts and

theres no sign of failure anywhere. Nuttin at all. Da bike is in perfect condition. He said with a note of finality.

So what are ya suggesting? The chief asked.

Try to look for something else dat you might be missing. He said before he added. And dis bike looks like it would be better off with someone riding it around than for it to sit in evidence room idle. Its a powerful machine that can take care of itself. He concluded.

So yinz want me to do what with it? he asked.

If da victim has family, ask da family what dey want to do with it. If dey dont want it, sell it off.

Bobbys aunt came in immediately she heard what happened. Shes been saying dat we

should dispose of da bike. I would see if its okay with her to sell da bike. The chief said.

Dat would be better. Andrew said.

Ya know, I might just know someone who

might be interested in getting dis bike. Ya remember Cedrick? he asked, although he could see that the young man must have guessed he was going to say Cedrick.

Hows da old man doing. Andrew asked.

You know him, es always having something up his sleeve but es good. Thompson answered.

Extend my greetings to him. Andrew said.

He signaled to his team and they packed up their instruments and left the room.

Chief Thompson waited a while checking around the room. He had started his career here in this room and just fifteen years later he was on his at the top now.

His boys just called him that they were getting set to leave for the station. He told them hold on to make sure that the coast was clear. He called Chief Thompson.

Holla B Thompson screamed.

Where ya at? Cedrick asked. He could hear the resounding noise of the music playing at the background.

Im taking some time off. Letting of a little heat, ya know. Parlayin

Sure thing boy. Have a good time then. We can talk in da morning. He was about to end the call and give his boys the go-ahead when he heard Thompson shouting that he should hold

on.

What is it? he asked.

I was wondering if ya might be interested in buying a bike? he said.

What bike are ya talking about? he asked.

Da fucking bike dat almost killed dat Bobby boy. He shouted.

I would love to but why dont we discuss it tamarra, get back to your fun. It wouldnt be nice for da ladies to feel neglected. He advised.

Whatever buddy

He could still hear the muffled voice of

Thompson. He hadnt ended the call. The guy had never been good with drinks.

When he heard what Thompson said, he couldnt believe it but why would Thompson lie. Even though he was drunk, he always has a clear head when it had to do with his job. He was more than willing to buy the bike.

And he was almost ready to break into the evidence room to steal the bike. What were the chances? He quickly called his goons and told them to hold off from the operation. It was no longer necessary. Things have played out just fine – just the way he wanted them to.

Cedrick decided that he wanted to stay in to party so he called Cabu to arrange for the usual girls that always came. His world has always been a mystery even to himself. He knew how to run his motorbike business without tainting it with his side job. He had begun to run drugs, guns, ammunitions, fake papers, and prostitute ten years ago. Back then, he had a lot of competition and the business wasnt as successful as it was now. Five years into the black market business, he was beginning to gain ground but his competitors wouldnt have that. They killed his wife, her body had burnt completely and it was only through dental test they were able to conclude that it was Antoinette Wiley. Everyone had first assumed that it was just oil lick but when the cops sifted through the carnage, they knew it was nothing

close to oil. They had called in specialist to assist them with the case. When everything finally settled down, they were able to identify the make of the bomb but they didnt have any idea who would use such a bomb and why they

would target the wife of one of the rich men in the area. Everyone who lived in the vicinity knew each other well and disputes were always solved much more amicably.

Although the authorities didnt know who did it, he knew who it was the instance they told him the make of the bomb. In his pursuit for vengeance, he found out that his two rivals had connived to murder his wife. He had gone to get them with all he had and he massacred everyone who he knew had any kind of relationship with them. When the time came to deal with the bosses, he knew they were already really scared. He wanted to see them weak, helpless and terrified before he killed them. Apart from getting justice for his wife, he would have cleared every competition around him. He was sure that no one was going to rise up to join in the game of crime. He was the only one who had to run the show.

He heard the car drive in and he knew that Cabu had arrived. He also had to let some heat off so that he could feel better in the morning. Now that he would soon be in possession of the bike, he could relax, things were really getting better.

The girls filed into the room in their bare-backed dresses. They all knew what was expected of them. Once they entered, they went into a room to change. He had told them that once they entered his house, they were to make themselves very free. They had understood what he was saying. In the room they removed their dresses and bra, having only their panties on, their breast hanging beautifully to the please everyone. The six of them came back into the living room. Cedrick had always been a fan of black prostitute but since he had a taste of Latino pussy, hed been mixing them and Cuba knew how to do just that. Tonight two of the girls were Latinos, and one thing they all had – black hair. You dont have black hair, dont try to approach him, you are of no worth to him as his sex toy.

Chics, make yourselves confrabill, Ill join youse ladies in a jiffy. Cedrick announced.

They understood what that meant. He hated things not going smoothly when he wanted to jump into the game. They began playing with each others tits. Their hands dashed back and forth towards their vaginas at times releasing a soft moan from their lips. With arms locking, they sucked their nipples, gently stroking each other, smiles playing on their lips. This was where their world got real. They enjoyed pleasure, knew how to give it and how to enjoy

it.

Large breasts werent Cedricks type and neither did he like women with small breast so he always went for just the appropriate size. His boys always had difficulties getting his girls, he had a lot of requirements for ever girl that comes into his house and they always have to make sure he gets exactly what he desires.

One of the Latinos and another black chic were already into each other. They already separated themselves from the rest of the group, touching and pleasing themselves quietly without any care in the world. The Latinos hand was strategically working its way down in between the black girls leg. The travel down that road was so ecstatic that she began to shake from the memory she had about the thrill that was to come.

Hey ladies. I said to make yziz confrabill. Not make my irrelevance known. Cedrick said as he re-entered the room.

Giggling, the girls made room for Cedrick to join them. Their breasts splaying around, they touched and cuddled him. He had told Cabu that every time he was bringing him the girls, he must bring his favorites, Andrea, one of the black girls and the Latina Jessica was his other favorite. They were the ones he always spent the night with. Like he always did, he pointed took the four girls that he had to let go of early up to his room.

In there, on his soft and welcoming bed, cozy and large enough to accommodate six people, he sat. The girls knew what was expected of them so teasingly, they got out of the last clothing they had on themselves. Now they stood naked in the reflection of the light so that

Cedrick could see all what he wanted to. Theyd been debriefed on what to do. No one wanted Cedrick to get touchy so they had to do as they were told.

He signaled for them to join him on the bed. His lingam was warming up. Tonight was celebration, not just about pleasing himself. The ladies crawled into bed and with various hands playing all over his body, one soon found its way to his dick. He jerked a bit as he felt the soft hand touch his rod. He began to ease as she stroked him. One of the girls went flat on the bed and took over. She grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth, pushing back and forth, prodding and massaging it with her tongue. She knew just how to do this. She tentatively slowed the pace before she picked momentum again giving him the opportunity to

feel every piece of pleasure there was to derive.

She gently kept his organ sheathed in her mouth until she felt shed done well. He stood up and it was time for him to do his part. He took the first girl by the edge of the bed, with his erection very firm, he thrust himself into her.

Pushing slowly, taking his time to get his head in the game fully. He could feel the heat building up inside of him. He gestured for the next girl to get set and just as he heard the moans grow in her, he settled into the core of

his next girl.

This time, he came at her hard and brutal. With her legs spread apart, he was propped fully against her. He rocked her, pushing his rod in and out. He didnt have to spend the whole day penetrating them till they were breathless. He only needed them to feel him and know that he could please them if he wanted to.

And so he went from each girl, spending a maximum of two minutes on each one before

starting over again, pleasing them half way. As he got to the third girl, he felt himself wearing out. He kept on delving into her, giving it his all. This one had to feel the tears he could bring to a girls eye. He could see that she was beginning to have a sense of what he was doing. He saw the expression on her face change. She grabbed her laps as the friction increased. She bit her lips to keep herself from shouting but when it got to it, she couldnt help it. It was then he knew, hed won a battle. He slowed down then eased out of her. He still had more battles to fight before the war would be over for tonight. Jessica and Andrea was a pair he had never being able to defeat. Maybe he would be able to do so tonight. The girls picked up their panties and left the room. He sat on the bed as he waited for Andrea and Jessica to come soothe him. They were the one who always got to please him; he had never been able to.

As usual, he wriggled between the two babes, handling them as best as he could. They savored every penetration he thrust into them. Once in a while he straddled one of them and ravages her till they were both almost spent.

When they came in, theyd all gone to rest. They watched a skin flick together for about an hour before Andrea began to arouse his member. Just like the expertise of the new girl – but this time in the hands of someone familiar, she sucked his dick passionately. He was still wondering how he was ever going to repay her when Jessica took her. She knew how to use her hands work magic and what she did with him was enthralling. As he stood, he could feel his leg give in and he collapsed on the chair behind him. Tremor and excitement ran through him. When they were done with the foreplay, they waited for him to recover a bit. They were professionals and they were just getting started.

Now, he knew that he wouldnt last for long. He could see that Jessica looked satisfied although he knew that would never happen but he decided to make his decision based on that. He turned his attention to Andrea.

He nestled her at the corner of the chair and pierced her. His penis worked her bud ferociously. He put in all the strength he had left. If only for once he could do it then hed be thrilled for a very long time.

She began to make the face that he had seen on other womens faces. He could hear it in her breathe that was coming in rapid succession. She finally broke and gasped loudly. He saw that he was finally having an effect on her so he smacked her even harder driving our more groans from her until she was almost in tears with the consuming pleasure. He slowed his pace when he knew that they were both close to climax and just as hed imagined, he felt the spasm that ripped through her. Right there on the chair she spurted. He had finally done it, he had defeated one. Now he knew that he could defeat the other.

Andrea sat there on the chair, legs opened wide, totally spent. Her eyes dilated, lips dried and throat parched. Cedrick was right beside her. He knew that he had gone way past himself. He would have to pay for it. He was absolutely feeble and he could not manage to stand up. Jessica seeing the two of them ultimately tired, got them water to drink, that would help them

recover faster.

Andrea was finally able to say something.

Where did ya get dat new cock from Cedrick? she asked. It was nathan like da one ya got before

He could only stare at her and smile. He also had no idea how he did it, but he was glad he

finally did it.

Ya jawn should figger out if ya going to be sleeping tonight or not Jessica said and moved to her side of the bed. Theyd both been sleeping here practically every night for the past eight months or thereabout.

With her pussy still wet from sex, Andrea stood up and joined Jessica in bed. They both of them would normally have made out after their time with Cedrick but tonight Andrea was too fucking tired to do that. She dozed off the moment she hit the sheets.

Cedrick decided to sleep there on the chair, he felt comfortable just sitting there. He had conquered a lot of his problems today. First he was going to finally get his bike, now he had gotten an orgasm from Andrea. It would be better for him to live in those moments now on the couch where he had defeated her.

He knew that his boys would have rounded up the remaining four girls once they left his room. They would have surged into their bodies with all the frustration in them. His life was beginning to feel as though, everything would be perfect soon.

Just like his real life, his world in his dream was also blissful. He had no troubles, nothing to worry about and to make things a bit weird, his wife was very much alive.

The sun was very bright the next morning. Its rays had woken him up some minutes past eight. He stood up from the chair and saw that the girls were awake. In fact they were more than awake. They were having fun right on the bed, oblivious of his staring eyes. He felt his genitals urging him to join them but he decided to let them have the moment to themselves.

He quietly entered his bathroom and had a very quick shower. Their moans of intimacy reached his ears as he stepped back into the room. They smiled at him as he walked into the room. He gestured that they should go on, he wasnt interested in joining the party just yet.

He changed into a white boxer and was pondering and what to wear but his mind didnt agree with him. What he could think of was what he was missing out on. If he went to his shop this morning without spilling something out, he might not get to function well.

Fuck it he thought to himself. He removed his boxer and joined the pair on the bed. Theyd been waiting for him ever since he entered the room. They were now separated from each other. They knew that Cedrick didnt have the luxury of taking his time this early in the morning so they gave him a quickie. Andrea let Jessie have the most time with him. Not expecting that he would help them at all.

Within minutes, they were done. He quickly put on a black Hawaiian Aloha stand out suit and black shoes. He picked up his car keys from the dresser took a last look at the room and the girls all smiles, and then he left. A new day has just begun.

He had returned the Cadillac he drove yesterday to the shop. He had to choose between his Volkswagen or the new 2010 Mazda3 he just bought. He had driven it to town just twice. He could have taken one of his various bikes but he wanted something closed today. He didnt feel like he should be open to the whole world just

yet.

His shop was about eighteen kilometers away from his house and moving at a speed between 40 and 70 kmh he got there in just fifteen minutes and some seconds.

As usual, the hustle and bustle of the early morning arrivals was still going on. A new batch of bikes came in from Texas. He passed by the

delivery truck but paid little attention to it, he

had other things to focus on now. He had opened subsidiaries of his shop in six other states in the United States. His workers almost reaching a hundred in most of them but here in Philly, he had way over a hundred staff and right now, they were all moving around, handling one thing or the other.

As he got to his office at the top of the warehouse, he picked the receiver of his phone and punched in the Chiefs number.

Thompson ole boy. Arnch at work yet? he asked.

Fuck off Cedrick. Who do ya think I am? Some college kid whos had too much to drink da previous night? he asked sounding really pissed.

He hadnt called to piss him off. Hey boy, cool it down. We good, I aint calling to lecture ya on how to drink. He said trying to apologize without having to say that he was sorry.

Whatever. So what can I do ya for? the chief asked.

Ya called me da other night and said that ya were looking for someone who wants to buy dat

Bobby guys bike. He paused then added when there was no response from the other side. Ya remember?

Fuck Cedrick. Cant ya be patient? I was trying to finalize my theory on a case here. He yelled into the receiver. Yeah….. I am deflee looking for someone to get da damn bike off my hands. I have spoken to his aunt and she has signed da paper necessary for us to sell da bike. He said after pausing for few more seconds then he asked. Ya want to buy da fucking bike?

I sure wanna do. Cedrick replied.

Are yo nuts in da head or what? Thompson

said.

Ya called me yestaday and asked if I was interested and I am. Whats happened between now and then? Cedrick guard.

A lot man. I just got news from a friend who works as a coast guard in Mobile, Alabama and he said dat da bike came in from there.

So whats da big deal with an imported bike.

Are all da bikes not imported? Cedrick asked.

Thats not what da problem is Cedrick. Da bike is from fuckin Japan. Thompson yelled.

And we are banned from using Japanese products? he teased. Just tell me what da problem is Thompson.

The bike belongs to a guy dat committed suicide in da Aokigahara forest. Thompson said.

So? The fool kills himself and his bike is sold.

So what? There are so many houses we live in dat people have died in dem. Cedrick said, offering an explanation.

Youre just being impossible. I am sure dat you know about da Aokigahara Cedrick. Why are you trying to mess around with da dead. Thompson

cried.

Ya know Thompson, ya should really go dahnashure. Ya need it. Ya believe such crap dey say about dat forest? Cedrick said rocking with laughter so much that his chest ached.

How then do ya explain how dat boy suffers such a brutality and his bike he was driving does not even get as much as a scratch on its body?

How do ya? The chief asked.

I dont need to. If theres no scratch on da bike and da engineers have checked da bike and dey say theres nothing wrong with it, then it means da bike has nothing to do with his accident.

Cedrick explained.

You really want to believe that lie you are telling yourself? Thompson asked.

Cedrick knew better than to argue with Thompson, they would never reach an agreement on who was right so he decided to

end it.

Ya know what Thompson, I just want to buy da bike. Its a very nice piece of machine and having it around my shop would do me a lot of

good. I am not thinking of selling it or riding it.

So are ya going to sell it to me or not?

What business of mine is it if ya want to sell your bike or ride it yourself? Just send me a check of twelve grand so dat I can drop it when I go by da hospital later in da day. Thompson replied. I just want to be done with dis bike.

I would have one of my boys bring it down to da station. Cedrick answered.

Good. Thompson said eager to end the call.

Just make sure you dont take too much booze

next time. Cedrick said.

Cedrick heard the phone click and he knew that Thompson had ended the call.

He wrote a check for thirteen grand, called Boyle

Steward, the assistant to his accountant Philip Green and gave him the instructions on where and who to give the envelope to. He also told him to stop by the house and tell the girls, if they were still there to come meet him in the office by noon.

He called Thompson again and told him that Boyle was on his way. He was buying this bike from his own money but he was going to use it for his business. Thompson assured him that the bike would get to him before the end of the day. Theyve done every test they could think of and it passed everything. So from the facts, the bike was safe in the streets.

He exhaled as the call ended. He was now the owner of the much talked about bike and he knew just how to handle the bike. He knew exactly what to do to make more than enough cash. He may have spent thirteen grand on the bike, he was sure he would make over ten times that amount if what he had in mind worked. The way he saw it though, it had no choice but to work.

Now it was time to do attend to something else. He had shipped some ammunition to his client in California. They had left according to schedule that morning at 8:30. He communicated with the driver directly. Only a few people were aware of his side business and the only way to keep it that way was being discreet while not trying to keep the business in the dark.

He looked at his watch; it was just few minutes before the clock hits eleven. He was feeling hungry now. He didnt have breakfast before he left home. He was sure Mrs. Garcia would have prepared something nice for him and he as usual had forgotten to eat. Since he had asked Andrea and Jessica to join him in the afternoon, there would be no need for him to go home

again. He could just try to grab a quick bite somewhere close and get back to work.

He ran to the restaurant opposite his warehouse and asked for two hamburgers with two cups of black coffee. He could still manage that till he had lunch in a few hours.

Lunch with the girls was great. They had gone to the Wawa and had a bite of hoagie. They wouldnt be at the house tonight, he had told them. He wanted some time alone, just for a few days so they shouldnt leave for somewhere he wouldnt be able to get to them. At first they looked disappointed but then when he wrote them both a check of five grand each, they brightened up.

As a good bye to him, they dragged him to the toilet and got banged really hard.

It was almost four and Thompson had called just about three minutes ago to tell him the bike was on its way. He now sat at his table waiting patiently for the announcement that a new package had arrived. How glorious it would be to have the bike at last in his shop. He had called Sam and told him to handle the receiving of the bike. Minutes before he went for lunch, he had also removed the Harley Davidson from where it was and redecorated the spot so that it was perfect for the Hyabusa.

He would love to dream of the money of the money he could see coming. He didnt want either Jessica or Andrea to disturb that dream and that was the reason why hed sent them away. He knew that deep down in his mind, he was being foolish but how could he help it, he was looking at more money.

Forty minutes later, he heard the knock on his door and he knew that his bike had arrived. Come in Sam. He said.

The spectacle-eyed engineer walked into the office. His short jet-black hair was well combed, his fingernails well trimmed and too neat for an engineer.

Sir, the bike has arrived. He announced.

I kind of figgered dat out Sam. Cedrick replied.

Haff ya done all da necessary processing? he asked.

I haff. I was waiting for ya to come down so dat we can place it on da podium. Sam said.

Of course, Ill be down there in just a minute, trying to make sure I figger something out quickly. Cedrick answered. Youse can go on, Ill meet ya there. He added.

Yes sir. Sam replied and walked out of the office. The boy had really grown in his seven years of working for him. Like most of the kids who decided to go to college in the neighborhood, he went to Penn State also. Just before he completed his course, his parents died in a home fire accident. It was during their burial he offered the boy the job. He had been very glad and eager to work with him. Although the job was not the best one he could have got, he had accepted it and in his years of working for him, Cedrick has seen the boy mature, learnt so many things that university never taught him. He was paying him a hundred and twenty thousand dollars annually but he was looking for a way to increase the boys salary – at least since he got married and had kids. He liked him a lot and since he didnt have any child that could inherit all what he had worked for, he had been thinking of giving some to him.

He heaved loudly as he got up from his upholstered chair, picked up his cell phone and went downstairs. As he came down the staircase, he could see the rear of the bike. Its downward pointed rear at the highest height was gleaming in the light that provided by the halogen lamps fixed at the corners of the warehouse.

He nodded his head and they proceeded with the setting. Right in the centre of his showroom, everything had been turned into red and black to accentuate the color of the bike. The carpet on the floor had been changed to a blue frieze carpet – everything going with the Hyabusa. From outside, anyone driving by would see right to the centre of his showroom where the Hyabusa had been placed now. They would have no choice but to come take a look even if not to buy but to look at the elegant bike standing differently from every other bike.

When the placing was done, he went back into

his office. He had done his part, all that remained was for word to get out that he now had the Hyabusa and it was for sale. Although he had no intention of selling the bike but making people believe that they could actually get to own the beauty would make them more

willing to come into his shop, visit his showroom and from there, things would handle themselves.

It was almost five-thirty now. He never liked leaving the office before six when his workers would also be closing for the day. If he couldnt start the day with them, he could as well end it with them so he sat back,

He called Thompson and thanked him for giving him the heads up about the sale of the bike. He knew that if the police chief hadnt called him when he did and only got to know about the bikes sale when everyone else got to know, then there would have been better offers than he had dropped. Not that he wouldnt have beaten them all in the end, but he knew it had saved him the trouble of extra cash. He had later got to know from Thompson that the bike had actually been taken away from the evidence room immediately Bobbys aunt signed the papers which meant that his boys would have failed to acquire the bike if they had gone ahead with the robbery.

The moment the clock hit six, he was off his chair, rushing down the stairs. He would normally have passed through the repairing department where he always entered from, but he wanted to see what the bike looked like from the outside.

He stepped back from the glass that shielded the front of his shop. The motorbike was standing sideways from the street. It was perfectly placed. The rays of the vanishing sun gently cast a shade of orange on its red body and the white light from the warehouse poured its illumination through a well arranged shield so that only straight rays of the light were visible. Moving in a circle, the front of the bike came into view and he could see the terror the bike could instill in people. As much as it looked beautiful, it was also terrifying and much more when it came with a story.

He knew that it was only moments before the story of its former gets to everyones ear. He had been counting on that, he needed it to happen so that he could get more sales.

He turned away and walked to the back of the shop where he parked his Mazda. It was time for him to make sure that everything else that he had planned falls in place.

Mrs. Garcia had taken ill for the day so shed called her cousin to come help her out. When he arrived home, he had gone to the kitchen to apologize to Mrs. Garcia – as he always does but he didnt meet her there. He met the blonde cousin instead. He had met her once when he asked Mrs. Garcia to have Thanksgiving dinner with him and that she should bring someone along. She had come with her cousin, although he couldnt remember what her name was again. She said that she was visiting from South Carolina, where she schooled. Her parents had died when she was just seven and she d been the one taking care of her.

The trio had a nice Thanksgiving dinner that year, that would be two years ago, he thought to himself. In her blue jean leggings standing against the counter, he could not help but notice her well shaped hips. The curve of her behind was with perfection and as he stood there by the door watching her quietly, he saw how smooth the sway of her hips was.

He cleared his throat and it was when she turned around he knew why she didnt know someone was around her – she had her earpiece on. She stopped the music she was playing.

Im sorry. I did not know you were here. She stammered.

Oh! Its nuttin; I was just watching how graceful ya were. When did yo learn how to do kitchen stuffs? he asked, trying to make her feel comfortable.

Aunt Garcia has been teaching me since I started living with her. She replied.

Well, isnt she just dope! he exclaimed.

Of course she is. She replied curtly.

She turned back to stir the tomato sauce.

Aunt Garcia is having a bit of an headache so I asked her to get some rest that I would help her out. I hope you dont mind? she said.

Not at all. I understand, totally. Garcia is growing old, she needs to get more rest than she gets at da moment. He answered.

He saw that she was getting restless so he decided to let her be for the moment. The day was still young.

I should let ya get back to do your cooking. He said. Ill go wash up and please call me when dinner is set. He added.

Okay. She answered.

He had thought that he would have the peace of no distraction tonight but it seems that would never happen. When he saw her the last time, she was not this feminine although one could still say she was appealing. But right now, she was damn sexy. If she was not related to Mrs. Garcia, he would have had her there in the kitchen.

He bathed himself in warm water and changed into slacks and a faded gray t-shirt. He had carried a bottle of Chardonnay on his way upstairs so he poured himself a glass and relaxed on his bed. He made some calls to the driver he had sent to deliver the ammunition to his clients. He had delivered the package and was lodged in a motel. Good, he hated disappointments.

The knock on his door jolted him back. It had to be Garcias cousin. She must be here to call him for dinner.

Yo. Come in. he said.

She opened the door and entered, her hands on the door slightly opened.

I am done with dinner and would be leaving. Your food is set on the table. She said, all the while being wary. Good night. With that she was out of the door before he could say anything.

He rushed after her and caught up with her as she was about to begin her descent down the

stairs.

Why da rush? he asked her although he could perceive her fear when she entered the room.

I just have to give Aunt Garcia her drug before it gets too dark. She answered.

Garcia is not a baby and I am sure she knows dat she has to take her drugs so she can get better. He said. I want ya to stay and haff dinner with me here.

Im sorry but I have to go check on my aunt.

Ya know what, I would send my boys to go check on her and stay with her until we are done with dinner and youse get home. He

offered.

I am sorry but I cant wait she said. She turned to leave but he held her back.

Garcia lives just some coupla hundred feet away from here. Shell be fine. He said then quickly added. I dont want to haff to eat alone tonight; Garcia would have joined me if she were up to

it.

He could see that she was calming down, he was sure she was almost convinced. She sighed and said.

Okay, but please I wouldnt be staying long. I dont like leaving her alone for too long.

I wont take your time. He promised. Just dinner

She served the Chicken parmesan with spaghetti and sat opposite him after pouring enough

water in his glass.

So are ya done with school stuff? he asked her scooping his pasta into his mouth slowly.

In my final year now. She said. Felt like seeing my aunt so I came here.

Its nice of ya to come visit her. He said chewing on the piece of meat he tore.

Shes the only family I have left, why would I not visit her. She replied, obviously offended because he had assumed that everyone had abandoned Aunt Garcia.

I dint mean to upset ya Im sorry. He said.

She shrugged but said nothing. He decided to change the topic.

Ya know, youve grown much prettier since I last saw ya. He commented.

She blushed lightly while mouthing a thank you so he decided to press on.

Do you haff a boyfriend? he asked.

She was surprised by the question but didnt show it.

I dont think you need to worry yourself about that. She answered.

Oh come on……………… he cursed silently. Can

ya tell me what your name is again? I cant seem to remember. Ive been trying to since I came back. He asked.

Helena. She answered, warming up to him again.

How could I haff forgotten dat? It seems like I am also growing old. He joked.

She faked a smile but her face was serious now. He was beginning to play with her and he could see she didnt like it at all.

They finished their dinner in silence and she packed the plates to the kitchen, washed them and came to say her goodnight to him in the living room.

You can call your boys now, I am leaving. She

said.

No youre not. He replied standing up from the black love seat.

She darted her eyes at him and wanted to say something but decided against it. Instead she started moving to the door, trying to escape the trouble she could see before her eyes. As she turned the knob, she realized that it was locked. By then it was too late for her to move anywhere. He was standing right in front of her, his shadow covering her.

He lifted her face with his hands and he saw the fear in her eyes but something else was there. Just like when she came into the room. She had been afraid to be alone with him but the way she held the door had been caused by something different from fear. She stood there, watching what he was going to do. Her hands were already in her bag, clutching the pepper spray. It was a good thing shed bought it while in school.

His head came down and his lips swallowed hers. He could feel her reluctance but he pressed on. He had seen her hands in her bag and knew she probably had something to fight with. As she raised her hands out of the bag, he grabbed it and shook off the spray. He returned his attention to her lips and this time, she hit him on the face. He didnt stop but kept pressing himself into her. Soon he had her hands held behind her back and he noticed that she settled down too.

He licked her lips then pulled his head backwards. She lunged at him and grabbed his head kissing him back hungrily. She grabbed his dick through his trouser gently rubbing it.

He pulled her away and she rushed out of her clothes. She came back to him and pulled his penis out of his trousers putting it in her mouth but he stopped her. He dragged her back to the living room where she sat on the love seat, legs spread apart, and he entered into her.

She pushed herself against him as he pummeled her core. She was not a very strong one but she was certainly different. He ravished her hard but smoothly and she was soon making noise of pleasure. Her moans were coming in quick succession as he continued banging her. When she finally climaxed, he was just about to begin. Her hands rubbing her clitoris, she shuddered from the residue of the pleasure that was still in her. She grabbed his cock and this time he let her suck it and it wasnt long before he released.

She put her clothes back on and gestured towards the door. He had wanted her and he had got her. What he couldnt understand was why she gave herself willingly had showed her disinterest in him vehemently.

He opened the door and she walked out without looking back. She seemed not to care. He liked

that in his girls.

It had been a week since he bought the Hyabusa from Bobby an up till now no one had made their way into his shop asking of the bike. The ones who came for other bikes did not even pay any attention to it when he points it to them. Would the Hyabusa also turn out to be like the Harley Davidson he bought? Even if he didnt get to sell the Hyabusa, he can still afford to make it his personal bike since he had only one but the Harley Davidson had come in bulk and he hadnt been able to sell one over a month now that he had it.

Maybe his magic was beginning to wear off. He was no worried about cash because his side business was bringing in a lot of money and that was enough for him to live on. What he hated was that it looked as though he was failing – and he hated failing.

He was on his chair, thinking of a way to sell of

the Hyabusa when Sam came in.

Sir, someones interested. He said breathing heavily.

Interested in what? he asked him.

The Hyabusa. A young man just came in and es willing to buy it for fifty thousand dollars. Sam said still trying to catch his breathe. He knew how important the sale of the Hyabusa was to his boss and he made sure he was the one who came to deliver the news.

Are yinz fucking with me Sam? Cedrick asked, slowly rising from his chair.

Cedrick, I know how important the sale of this bike is to you. So why would I want to joke around about it? he said. Hes even willing to pay cash if thats what we want. He added.

He let out his breathe to gain his composure. He had thought that his dream had ended, that he would have to use the Hyabusa by himself but it seemed his plans would work just okay.

He dusted his three thousand dollar suit and walked down the stairs as fast as he could without it looking as though he was in a haste to get to the showroom. He could see the man interested in the bike. He would be surely capable to pay any price to get whatever he wants. He approached him with a smiling face and an outstretched arm.

Good morning Mr. Bailey Cedrick greeted. Sam had briefed what he knew about the customer on their way down.

Hello. Ya can just call me Lenard. He said.

Alright then……Lenard……. Heard yaa interested

in dis jewel Cedrick said.

Yes. I heard about a bike here in West Philly dats very crazy, got someone in an accident, injured very badly but da bike dint take no scratch. He paused then said. Why wouldnt I be interested in such a bike. He asked not expecting an answer.

Cedrick knew this so he moved to the next thing. And I heard ya haff quite da right price for dis baby.

Ya can bet I do. Fifty grand in cash here in my suitcase. He taped on the suitcase he was carrying. And if ya like I can write a check or we could use my MasterCard. He offered.

No, all that wont be necessary, the cash is just fine, he said but quickly added. But there might be a problem.

The man whose face was already beaming turned gloomy and confused.

What do ya mean by there might be a problem? he asked, anger building up as his confusion also increased.

Lenard the bike is not for sale. He said it bluntly.

What da fuck are you talkinbout. Ya just said ya would collect da cash, then why are ya fucking changing your mind? he yelled, getting really pissed now.

Lenard wha…………….

Its fucking Mr. Bailey. He bawled.

Okay. Cedrick replied. Mr. Bailey what I meant to say was dat we are only renting da bike for now. We haff not taken any decision for the sale.

Are ya fucking kidding me? Lenard asked. Oh!

I was thinking I would not get to ride da bike.

He let out his breathe.

So whats your rent like? he asked.

Well take fifty thousand dollars for a night. Cedrick said.

What da fuck are you saying. Lenard screamed.

Lenard, we haff lots of people who want to go out with dis bike but we are quite picky. We cant assure dat da bike would be free when youse want it if ya dont pick it up as soon as possible. Cedrick said.

Okay, okay, okay……. Ill take it for tonight then. Lenard answered.

Do ya want it delivered it to ya or youll come pick it up? Cedrick asked.

I will come for it dis evening. He replied.

Very good. We close by six but we will haff workers here to help you. Cedrick said. Dey would also be here when ya return it. And since ya are our first customer, we would allow ya take it for two nights. Cedrick announced.

I like you. Ill be here in the evening then. Lenard Bailey paid the cash for the bike to the cashier and got his papers for the bike.

Just what hed been planning and it worked just well. He knew that once he allowed a customer ride the bike once – during the night, more people would rush to ride the bike also.

Once they had lots of customers coming in for the night ride, there would be a demand for the bike to be available in the mornings also and that was where he had his mind set on. Just like the show off Bobby had, he planned to do the same thing but people would pay to watch this and anyone who decides to ride the bike gets a percentage of whats been paid.

He had it all figured out in his head and now he could see it playing out just fine, just the way he had seen it.

When he got home later in the evening, Mrs. Garcia was back on duty. He was partly disappointed. He had expected to meet Helena there. Maybe he could have found out why she did the thing with him. He knew that if she didnt want, he wouldnt have been successful.

Mrs. Garcia how are yo feeling? he asked the old lady.

Oh! Very well. Its like it wasnt yesterday I was just down with a very terrible headache. She answered.

He didnt know if her niece had been around to make breakfast or if it had been Mrs. Garcia.

I am sorry for breakfast again Mrs. Garcia. He said, hoping he would learn something from her

reply.

Mrs. Garcia replied. You should be apologizing to my niece Helena. She had woken up quite early and ran down here to prepare your breakfast. It was until she got back at past ten that I told I would have advised her not to come if I had known that she was coming here.

You knew I wouldnt haff breffist? he asked not surprised.

Youve not had any breakfast in the house ever since poor Antoinette left us to be with God.

Mrs. Garcia answered.

But you still keep making me breffist? I smell it every time I wake up. Cedrick said.

Im used to it. She answered. Ive been a maid

for most of my life and breakfast is the meal I love cooking most. She added.

I am so sorry that Ive been missing what ya always cooked for me outta love. He apologized. Sincerely sorry that he had not been appreciative enough of what the woman had been doing for him ever since his wife died. He handled nothing about the house, he had left everything to her and she had been doing a great job.

What do ya say to eating breffist with me tammara then? He offered. He was sincerely going to come for this breakfast. Even if it was the only one he would allow.

Id be delighted Cedrick. Its always nice sharing a table with you. She said.

Thats great. What about your niece Helena.

He quickly asked.

Shes gone back to South Carolina this afternoon. Mrs. Garcia answered.

She was very nice yesterday night. And I would haff loved to apologize to her bout this morning. He said.

Shell understand that you are a busy person and you can always be around to eat every dish prepared for you. She said in his defense, Moreover, shes not a kid. She knows how all these things are.

Well, I am sure she does but please when you talk to her tell her that I am sorry for missing her breakfast. He said smiling as he walked away.

It sucked that she was gone. He didnt care about what had happened between them, he

was rather curious as to why she let herself be fucked by him. She didnt seem the type when hed seen her in the kitchen – or when she was leaving. She didnt look like the type right until the moment she changed things.

He went up to his room and had a quick shower as he always did, the Chardonnay waiting on his bedside table with a champagne glass right by its side. He was soon done with his bath, filled his glass with the Chardonnay and resting, he did his catching up with things going on around him.

He could smell the dinner Mrs. Garcia was cooking. Her favorite lasagna with cheese and chicken sauce, he loved it.

As he made his way down to the dining table, he could see that the table was set, dinner almost served. The moment he came into full view of the dining room, he saw Mrs. Garcia on the phone, hands on her mouth, the same way she reacts whenever she got a bad news.

He could hear what she was saying but it didnt give him any knowledge of what shed heard. He could her face was loose its droll as she dropped the phone.

Is everything aight Mrs. Garcia. Who was that on da phone? he asked.

It was my friend Maggie. She answered.

What did she say was wrong? He asked.

There was an accident in town, close to your shop. A bike accident. She said. People are saying that the man just picked the bike from your shop when the accident happened. She added.

When did she say this happened? he asked.

Not more than five minutes ago. She replied.

Let me call my guys at da shop and confirm da incident. He said as he brought his phone and started searching for the number of the people he had put in charge of the bike rental. He had told them not to leave the bike until late in the night, just in case Lenard felt like returning the bike so he believed they would be there when the accident happened. They answered on the

third ring.

Hello boss. Red answered. He had told Red he was in charge of the others.

Red what am I hearing about an accident happening close to da shop? he asked.

Its da guy that came for da bike. We dont know what happened but he just drove straight into the restaurant across the street. Red explained.

And what has happened so far. Are da cops there yet? Cedrick asked.

The cops happened to be on patrol in the block when it happened but the guy didnt make it.

They are saying he died on impact. Red replied.

He couldnt understand what was happening. He had expected that his profit would boost once he got the bike on the street. Now it seemed the opposite would be the case because he didnt insure the bike, he had bought it with his own money so it could not be called the property of his company. He would be losing money from both his personal account and the customers that would run away from his vehicles. Things were not looking bright again.

Red I would haff come out there right now but I dont think it would be wise for me to do that.

Or what do ya think? he asked.

I think you are right sir. There is a crowd forming out here now and dy are claiming that theyve heard rumors about the bike being a human killer and dat ya knew about it before yo purchased da bike.

Ill be in as early as possible tammara morning Red. But call Sam and inform him of what has happened. Cedrick suggested.

I would do that sir. Red answered.

He ended the call and looked forward to where Mrs. Garcia had been standing since she broke the news to him.

Would everything be alright Cedrick? she asked.

Everything would be just fine. We would haff it settled before it becomes something else.

Cedrick answered.

I would leave you to try and solve this problem. I know I cant help you with it. She said and smiled her heart-warming smile. She went to the room they had given to her to stay when she just started working for them. It used to be her bedroom and living room but now, it was a make-shift bedroom for whenever she didnt feel like sleeping alone in her bungalow just by the edge of the property. Good night Cedrick she said and walked made her way to her safe haven.

He knew that he couldnt make any difference about what happened by thinking, he had to act so he called Thompson.

Thompson, can yo tell me whats going on at da moment. Cedrick asked.

Cedrick I warned you against purchasing dis bike. But yo wouldnt listen. Now someone else is dead, just because of da bike. Thompson wailed and he kept wailing on and on about how things would have been better if Cedrick would only try to listen for once and not do things to favor himself only.

You dint answer my question Thompson. Cedrick said, ignoring everything Thompson had been ranting about. He knew better than to offer some excuse or answer for why he had taken such an action or why the accident was

not his fault.

Of course. Sorry. He said. We are taking the man to da morgue now. He died on impact, crushed skull, broken collar bone, dats what we can say for now. When we do some test and scan we would know for sure every injury he had and which ones caused his immediate death. Thompson explained.

Thank yo Thompson. I really appreciate da info. He said. After the call ended, he flashed his thoughts back to the conversation and he noticed that Thompson didnt mention anything about the bike. Maybe that was a good thing or not, he didnt know, he would have to wait to know that and that could still be some more hours or probably even days. He had to have his rest now. Tomorrow would definitely be hectic for him. He could see it.

He took a new bottle of wine to replenish the one he had almost finished. He was not one to drink beer but he consumed a lot of wine. Not sure if he would actually be able to get the sleep he was thinking about, he had decided that he should have an extra drink close at hand. He knew that Jessica and Andrea would still be

in one of the motels close to his house, waiting for when he was going to call on them to come back but he was sure he didnt want their company tonight. He didnt need any distraction, he needed to think straight and that was what the wine was going to help him with if it so happens that he could not get his mind in order.

He looked around his bedroom as he sat on the king-sized bed. He truly felt her absence today. She would have been there to advise him on what to do about the situation. Who to talk to and who to avoid, Antoinette was really a great woman and avenging her death by killing those responsible has not been enough to make him feel better. He has been responsible for the death of so many people including his wife and he wasnt ready to feel like his life is over because someone else has died because of him.

Fuck that guy, he would do everything possible to make sure that his death would never be tied to the bike, never to the glimmer of hope only the Hyabusa gives him.

Marjorie Caine had been watching how things were unfolding in her neighborhood. For months after shed seen the vision of the truck that had passed by the front of her house where she sells candies, sweets and other confectionaries, she had learned a lot about the bike that she heard has killed a second person.

It was quite early in the morning but people were already out of their home, engaged in the unbridled volcanic traffic of daily activities. She

knew that she had to find a way to make sure that no body dies again because of the accursed bike. She locked her door and looked at the empty kiosk where she would normally put her goods. She had received a message from God

and she had to deliver it straight to Cedrick Wiley. God was definitely not happy with him just as she wasnt also. She had to warn him, and she had to do it fast.

As she walked into Cedricks Cycle World, she saw the bike that people had been saying had killed one person and left the other unconscious in the hospital with a greater probability been that he would wake up and he would be able to use some very important parts of his body.

I would like to see da manager here? Marjorie Caine requested.

Sam walked up to her and asked her how he could help her. She asked about things he didnt know answers to so he sent her to Cedricks place.

They had all come in at past seven and they met Cedrick sitting in his office, a big beam of smile radiating his face. When he broke the news to them that the bike had been released because theyve found out why he died, they had all been ecstatic as well. According to Thompson, he died due to overdose of cocaine. He was high when he came down to the shop to pick the Hyabusa.

Sam had called Cedrick on the phone and informed him of someones presence. They all knew who Marjorie was, the Candy lady, and the prophetess for the Baptist Church his wife attended while she was still alive. When he heard that she was coming upstairs to see him, he kind of knew that she wasnt coming around to gist with him or feel sorry for him about what happened with his bike.

He heard the knock on the door and he shouted for her to come in.

There in front of him she stood, with her serious-looking straight face and uptight lips.

Marjorie, how can I be of help dis morning? he asked.

There is no way yo can be of any help to me Cedrick because da path yo are leading only leads to destruction, it only leads to annihilation. Marjorie replied, assuring herself that she had said it just the way God told her so she continued.

Yo haff involved yourself in deals dat will only bring tears, pain and misery not only to yourself but to everyone who ever have a relationship with ya. Yo haff offered yourself to be da servant of da agents of darkness, helping dem annihilate those who are not watchful. She knew that he was by now, confused, and it was time for her to drop the bombshell.

But despite your evil ways. Despite da agony youve caused a few people. Despite da lives dat haff been lost due to your greediness, da Lord wants to show ya mercy. He wants to help ya be filled with His love. He wants yo to become his son. Cedrick, repent from your wicked ways and turn to da Lord before his anger against yo burn with fury. She said as she concluded.

Not fazed by any of the things shed said he asked. Please what deal did ya say Ive made dats gonna bring me and so many other people pain. Because as far as I am concerned, every deal I make and if it increases my profit shows in my workers salary. And I am sure your God knows dat isnt a deal with da devil, dats a deal dat helps business.

The Candy lady shook her head as she heard the words that came out of his mouth. Yo do not understand da things dat are mysteries, yet ya wouldnt heed when yo are warned. She said.

Maybe yo can help me understand da mysteries then. Cedrick teased.

Yo are in da possession of an accursed bike and it would keep killing people as long as yo make it available for people to ride. She said.

So, youve said what yo are really here for. Da bike I just bought. So you also know about da tale surrounding da bike? he asked.

The Lord has found it pleasing to reveal it to me She said. I haff seen da hovering ghosts around da bike, waiting to take another soul. It is hungry for da blood of innocents.

So yo saw da ghost? Cedrick asked.

Yes I did and dat is why I haff come to warn ya so dat ya dont keep sending people to their death on dat bike.

Ya know Marjorie; I can assure ya dat whatever ya think yo saw, it was a mistake caus dis bike has only a scary story. There is nothing like an evil forest in Japan dat harbors da ghost of those who committed suicide in it. Its all madeup stories so please quit basing your warning on dat and join the par………….. the ringing of his phone disturbed what he was saying. He checked the caller ID, it was Sam.

Yes. What is it? he asked irritated. He was enjoying the time with Marjorie Caine and he was pissed that he was disturbed.

As he listened to what Sam was saying, he could hardly believe his ears. His plan has not only just worked; it had worked way ahead of the time he had pictured that this would happen. Sam had just informed him that there was a group of friend from Pennsylvania whod heard of the bike and they want to check it out for themselves.

Marjorie, I would haff to leave now as more business has just arrived and I need to attend to it personally. Maybe yo might be even interested; there are some friends here who want to give da bike a try. Yo can come see for yourself dat theres no angry ghost, its just a made-up story. Cedrick said.

Youve been warned Cedrick, da blood of da

people is in your hands. Desist from dis evil act before it becomes too late. She cried the warnings in his ear as he rushed downstairs to welcome the friends. He wasnt expecting what he saw.

He had been expecting about five to seven friends on a road trip and on hearing of whats been happening down here in West Philly, they decide to check it out but what he was seeing was nothing less than thirty people.

If he can attract such a crowd in just few weeks after getting the bike then whatever has been his thoughts about the bike should be forgotten.

Holla people. He shouted as he joined them in the showroom where they stood admiring the beauty. He had no time to waste so he went

straight business.

Which one of youse wants to ride da bike? he asked.

The blonde guy that had been posing as though he was the leader of the group answered. We

were thinking that we all could have a try at it. We all want to confirm if the myths weve been hearing are true or theyre just lies. He said.

I can assure yo dat those things youve heard are just myths as yo called dem but why should ya take my word for it when yo all can find out for yourselves. He answered.

We will make da bike available to all of you and you can all have three minutes each on da bike.

Cedrick said.

So how much for all of us then? the blonde guy asked.

Just fifty thousand He said. He hoped these ones have the money to cover that. He was not ready to leave the bike for anything lesser than

that.

Thats just okay by us. How soon can we get it? We are just passing through and we need to be on our way soon. The leader said.

Just in a few minutes to bring da bike up to da grounds where yo can have da freedom to ride it as you love. Cedrick said.

What if one of us drives the bike to the location, how much extra do we need to pay? he asked.

Five thousand he answered.

Just like that, he made fifty five thousand dollars. He handed the keys to the leader of the group who rolled the bike outside the warehouse on to the street where a crowd had gathered watching what would happen. Seeing what the Widowmaker, the name theyd given it since the previous night. The only thing that baffles him was how the bike goes through rough accidents and not come out with a single scratch or dent.

He was on his way to his office when he heard the crash.

Like everyone else close, they all ran outside to

see what had happened. What has caused another accident? It was not long before they all saw that it was the Widowmaker again. There it stood; resting on the wall of his warehouse but the body of the groups leader was sprawled many feet away, his head visibly bent. He was surely dead and from what he could see, this accident has surely not been caused by the bike. The bike was away from the body, resting on the wall which means that the blonde must have gone to do something off the bike. The paramedics arrived and didnt do anything. They confirmed what they all knew, he was dead. His friends were at a few distance away, watching in horror, how one of them just died.

From the crowd that gathered to watch the bike, they were finally able to get the picture of what happened. The blonde had started the bike, his hands on the brake and legs firmly locked to the bike, as he tried to lift himself onto the bike; it

sped away, throwing the blonde sideways.

When the police arrived, they were told the story but on questioning the witness, they discovered that he was already drunk that early in the morning. The bike was still resting on the wall a great distance from the dead body so the police couldnt work with any story that included the bike. It was separated from the body and on further examination; they realized that the force that broke the head was caused by something

close by.

Cedrick knew that the bike was not going to keep admirers if it kept on being involved in very bad accidents. He was still outside after paramedics had carried away the body of the blonde with other people, the bike returned to its rightful place in the showroom when he saw Marjorie approach again. He wanted to avoid her so he quickly dashed for the entrance of his warehouse but she shouted his name.

Cedrick Wiley, yo had better remain where yaar. She screamed.

He turned back from the entrance and looked in the direction of Marjorie. Candy lady, go look for kids to torment early dis afternoon. He said.

I havent come to torment ya. I haff only come to show yo dat in less than twenty-four hours, your bike has been involved in two accidents that has killed two very young minds in a very inhumane manner. She paused looking at the crowd that was forming. Do yo still want to deny da influence of a demon in these deadly accidents? she asked.

Marjorie, there is nothing like a tormented demon seeking for revenge. That is just a bullshit story cooked up by someone. He answered her.

She had begged him, attacked him, pleaded with him yet he wouldnt desist from the ways he had chosen. She knew of only one more way but it was very dangerous. If he was wise, he would agree that there was something behind those accidents but if he wanted to keep denying the presence of ghosts, then it would probably be the last thing he ever gets to deny.

Since yo are so adamant and sure dat there is no ghost story dat comes with da bike, what do ya say if I suggest that yo ride it? she asked.

I would ask ya why yo would suggest such a thing? he answered. Woont I haff tested da bike when I bought it to make sure dat it was working perfectly he added.

I am least concerned about what youve done in the past. If yo are very sure dat there is no eerie darkness surrounding da bike, then I say dat yo ride da bike and whatever da outcome is would show us what da truth is. Marjorie concluded, getting assent from other people in the crowd and soon it became a cheer.

If youse want me to ride to prove da safety of my bike then I have no problem with dat.

Cedrick boasted.

He asked that the Hyabusa be brought to him outside. He had ridden bikes for a greater part of his young life. He had a very big collection of them and that was how hed started his cycle world. From the garage of his home, fixing other peoples bike for a small amount, he had moved higher when his parents died when he was twenty two and left him almost five hundred thousand dollar. He had bought the building immediately. He had always dreamt of having a very big warehouse and he had gotten it.

As he saw the bike roll out, he had a moment of doubt about the stance he was about to take

but he reassured himself that there was nothing like spirits and there was no way for them to

affect things in this life.

He mounted the bike, feeling its light handle under the heavy weight of the bike. He turned on the ignition, felt the vibration of go through his whole body, his entire body became one with the Hyabusa, mastering all of the curves and edges, the strength and weakness, making sure that he supplemented with better choices where the Hyabusa would not have rather performed well. He had never wore an helmet since he left high school and he wasnt about to start now. He had targeted driving to the bridge about five hundred meters away then he would make a U-turn at the roundabout a few yards after the bridge, throw some stunts while on the, and then speed back to where hed started from. It was something he had been doing since he was fourteen, when he got his first personal bike.

Boss, yo dont haff to do dis. He heard Sam say as he was about to accelerate.

I will just be fine Sam. I would need a bottle of soda once I get back so please arrange dat fast.

He said.

He accelerated off, reaching three-oh-six kilometer per hour as he climbed the bridge. The bridge extended for about two kilometers which looked like a footstep as he sped through the distance. As he neared the roundabout he slowed a bit so that he could steer left and drift to the other side of the road. The tires screeching, pumping dust from the ground, the Hyabusa made the easy turn and was on its way back to the crowd.

Cedrick thought to himself. How embarrassed the Candy lady will be when he finally parks the bike and stare into her face with the I told you so look. He tried to reduce his speed as he neared the bridge again so that he could pace himself well for the stunt he wanted to throw but he couldnt. He pressed the break but it refuse to respond. Nothing he did seemed to work. He tried to increase his speed, it didnt work either. As he neared the centre of the bridge – where he had planned to throw his stunt, the bike suddenly did a one-eighty degree turn. If he hadnt been holding the handle well enough, he might just have been thrown away from his seat. The bike went round the remaining one-eighty degree turn within a second, facing his way to cheer and victory. As he stepped on the pedal to accelerate, the bike suddenly lifted both its legs off the ground, doing a full back lift. He had not expected this kind of behavior from the machine that the shock that went through his body made him

lose his grip on the handle but he didnt fall as the pocket of his trousers caught the handle. As the bike completed its back lift and landed on the ground, he raised his head up and was

trying to place his legs and fix it t the bike to give himself balance again when he felt himself being thrown. He had not felt the actual throwing but he could feel the different feel of the air around his body. The air was much slower and he could see the particles that flowed with it, then he understood what happened. The bike had done another turn, this time three-sixty and he had been thrown off the handle that had kept him safe before. The realization of what was to come shocked him. How could he die today? He had not planned for this when he came to the office. He hadnt gotten the chance to enjoy the fortune that the Hyabusa would be giving him after all his months of waiting and hoping. This was not fair.

He had done everything right. He had played all the right cards but he was never going to benefit fr………………………………….. thump……

His head hit the edge of the bridge exit, snapping it apart from his neck sending his headless body towards the crowd awaiting the arrival of the bike. Few yards away from where the crowd was, his headless body sprawled.

It had been two months since Cedrick Wiley died in the accident on the bridge. His burial had taken place two days after the accident. The towns people showed up en masse despite how Cedrick had treated them hours before his last seconds. He had been a donor for most of the towns project.

According to his will Sam Leighton had become the new CEO and chairman of Cedricks Cycle World. Once he got onboard, the first thing he tackled was the Hyabusa problem. As everyone requested, he disassembled the whole part of the bike and sold it off to different junk yards in the more populous cities around Philadelphia. He couldnt afford to have the bike in a place to cause another trouble and a much greater death

toll.

Every city, that accepted the parts of the Hyabusa sent to them soon included in it parts of other machines and it wasnt long before the

Hyabusa curse was ignited again. All around the City of Brotherly Love, there were great cries of death – death caused by unknown factor. Every survivor claimed that no matter how hard they tried to control the situation, the machine always seemed to want to do something else –

something specific – kill them all.