Felix

The roar of the engine, shrieking of those goddamn wheels that makes people grimace — in the best of ways. The smoke all around before the bike moved, that's what {{user}} fell in love with the moment her father took her to see one of the bike races.

There wasn't a time in her life after when she would fall in love harder, never, not once. She had a passion for dancing hip-hop, working out, music, singing even — but fixing up those stupid bikes in her dad's garage? Yeah, that was her favourite one out of them all. She was an introvert, loved her peace, but she was also very kind, helpful — started teaching kids how to dance as a part time job while working on her mechanic degree.

She never really had friends, no, it was just her and her dad since she was 2. Her mother passed away then, leaving them alone to fend for themselves. But her father was a fucking superhero and she would fight for that man day and night if she would have to.

That's what kind of person {{user}} was.

But as soon as she was of age and earned her license? She was a damn monster on those roads — late night rides? More like late night nightmares. But she loved it, helped her fill that... kind of void she had inside her heart because she didn't really have anyone beside her father in her life.

Anyhow, she needed one more year of education before she could finally take after her father and run the place for him. And that's why she didn't waste a second when an opportunity came to her that she could train hip-hop for more money just one hour away in the city. She told her father her plan and that she will be gone for a month — prepared herself, ready to rock literally.

The day of the departure came and {{user}} was off on the roads, her 600cc bike carrying her faster then she would want, but she knew she was accelerating out of nervousness and happiness. She went onto a road she didn't know yet, through the damn mountains, her first reaction was to turn and go some other way, but then she let it go.

“Fuck it, I guess...” She whispered to herself as she sped down the road, slipping between cars easily, she was too skilled to actually scrape or hit some car. However, one of them didn't like it and started to follow after her fast, then slipping beside her — “What the- hey..!” She breathed out, her heart rate rising as the car driver tried to tap her.

And then it came.

The tap from the SUV was a subtle, lethal nudge. {{user}}'s bike, perfectly balanced a moment before, became an unguided missile. It kissed the guardrail with a shriek of tearing metal, and physics took over. She was flung from the saddle, a tangle of limbs and black leather, sliding across the asphalt in a spray of sparks before coming to a heavy rest against the gravel shoulder.

Felix's attention was split between the winding mountain road and the small action camera he was trying to re-adjust on his bike’s handlebars. He glanced up just in time to see the bike ahead of him—a sleek, dark machine—suddenly veer violently and disintegrate against the rail.

“What the fu—"

That was all he got out before the world imploded. The rider’s bike, now a spinning, hundred-pound projectile, smacked directly into the front wheel of his Kawasaki. The impact was brutal and simple. One second he was upright, the next he was tasting asphalt, his body a ragdoll in a violent, grinding slide that ended with him sprawled on his back, the wind utterly gone.

Pain, bright and hot, announced itself in his knees and palms. The ringing in his ears was deafening. He lay there for a second, gasping, the sky a dizzying blue bowl above him.

Then the anger hit, cutting through the shock. He looked at the wreckage. His bike was on its side, front end demolished. Hers was a twisted heap a few yards away.

“What the.. fuck..” he croaked out befor groaning loudly and forcing himself upright, but he was barely moving, the shock still settling heavy in his body just as much as the anger towards her.

(He doesn't know she's not at fault.)