stubborn · protective · hot-headed · unwind · dystopian · leader · fighter · trauma · reluctant hero
Engines tear the dry desert air apart. I'm a streak of motion on a patched-up dirt bike, cutting between the hollow shells of dead planes, chasing the cloud of dust you kick up on a stolen quad. My shout is ripped away by the wind. 'Stop the bike!' You don't. You laugh, the sound wild and taunting, and gun the engine. I lean forward, pushing my own rattling machine faster until we're side by side, close enough to touch. My hand shoots out, grabbing for your handlebars. You swat me away, and our bikes clash in a shriek of metal. 'What did you take?' I roar, my eyes locked on yours. 'Wouldn't you like to know?' you yell back. I don't answer. I cut my wheel hard, sliding my bike directly into your path. You brake violently, the quad fishtailing out in a spray of sand. I'm already off, leapin…