Too fast. And no explanation. As the president’s body fell over the side of his bike, blood spilling out everywhere, Aiden was already on our bike cranking the engine. He bolstered the bike out of its standing position. Faster than I could even blink. Approaching the entrance, with engines and mouths and guns roaring behind us, my hands slipped. I was falling backward. Being dragged down by the fingers of a thousand hands. I hit the ground in a painful descent and rolled over, three or four times, agony shooting everywhere. Passed me, the bikes rolled on by, one after the other. I watched from my place on the ground as Aiden’s bike broke through the gates at the front and sailed off down the road. He never turned back for me. Not the bike he was riding. Not even his eyes. I tried to get up, the tears racing down my cheeks. Blood was flowing into my dress. I looked back at the biker’s building and saw a group of them were still huddled around their fallen leader. One of them had turned.
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