After some work and doings around my life, I finally got this thing off the ground and got it started. This is one heck of a tale that started to brew in my head for a long while, so I hope everyone gets to take a good peek at what I'm about to unleash. Now, sit down and start reading!
The Hell Biker
Original fiction by Guillermo Cervantes (Android_Chaos)
A/N: This original story is a non-Nasuverse work created by me and thus any and all characters belong to me. If you wish to use any of my characters for your own work in fiction, send a private message or e-mail to g_cervantes_v@ hotmail.com for my authorization and due credit.
This work is rated R due to violence, foul language, sexual themes and blood. Reader discretion is advised.
Prologue
This particular story came to me around 2 months and had started to be molded ever since that time, slowly taking form as a non-Type-Moon story with a unique setting and characters which may become a staple for future stories. My main objective is to transform this story into a novella, which is really a short novel that shall contain themes about vengeance, hatred, crime, love, justice and redemption. Sometimes, a person that loses everything and everyone he holds dear may undergo different changes. The person may become broken with the loss, knowing that those who died will never come back and his life is utterly shattered. Another change may be that his course of life may eventually change for the better if he rises from adversity or may turn for the worse, since he feels that he had his life stolen from him and there was absolutely nothing he could do to change the outcome. In another case, he may even fall into utter despair and commit suicide, feeling that life no longer matters if you don’t have anyone else to share it with. All is lost and shall remain this way.
But, what if this person finds a totally different way? What if there is a different feeling that drives him onward? How does he find his new purpose? If you saw who is responsible for destroying your life, what would you do to avenge your love ones? Can it be possible that you can become driven by revenge, hatred, anger and contempt? Do you feel that the world is weak and empty because criminals can get away with just about anything and no one stands up to them? The law keeps societies safe, but it may have its limits and loopholes. Perhaps that person has seen enough and wishes to do something about it.
This is the tale of such a man who wants to leave his mark to the world and his enemies. If all goes well, he can become someone who can truly make a difference or one who may become the newest agent of evil…
Join me as this story unfolds in a distant future, where crime runs rampant on the roads and streets. Where the police tries hard to fight crime, but falls short due to the boldness of the criminals and the law’s own shortcomings. Where innocent people are too afraid to lift a single finger in defiance, to voice their own concern and anger and cannot even stand up to those who would do them wrong. It is a world where good, the bad and the ugly sides of human nature are laid bare within the human metropolis. The Hell Biker rides to fight crime and beckons for you to bear witness to the battle that shall unfold before your very eyes.
Chapter 0: Welcome to Hell
It is the year 2199, just 1 year closer to a new century in Japan. Beneath the night sky filled with stars, bright neon lights and signs shine in the wake of the urban landscape of Tokyo. A holographic screen is turned on in the main square as the evening news broadcast has just started. The populace looks up and listens as the news anchorman begins to speak.
“Tonight on September 8th, there is a report about the sighting of members of the motorized gang called the Blazing Marauders as they have attacked a supermarket early this evening. There are at least 45 people wounded and 10 casualties plus property damage as the police is baffled due to their hit-and-run tactics as well as their unpredictable nature. No one knows when the gang appears or which is their target as their assault has steadily become more violent as the year goes by. It has been at least 6 years since their first appearance and while there have been some arrests on the Blazing Marauders, there has been little progress as some of the captured members managed to elude trial due to key witnesses disappearing, among other reasons. In other news, tonight is the special motorsports festival that shall culminate with a motorcycle race with some of the best racers in the world. All of this shall take place at Denen Coliseum…”
6 years. Anyone who had managed to live this long has seen the damage such a gang has caused. One would think someone would have stood up against them, but people do get scared when faced with something quite as terrifying as a gang that threatens to crush every ounce of hope and take away everything you hold dear.
Tonight would have marked the beginning of the most important phase of my life, and the happiest. I am participating in a motocross tournament that takes place at the Denen Coliseum. The atmosphere is full of intensity and electricity as many people filled the seats on a night that stood above us with shining stars and the stadium lights becoming part of it. This was more than just a means of escaping the harsh reality; it was a necessity that helped people keep some fond memories that they can cherish in their lives, even if it were for only this night.
It is a cool summer night. It was tough, but fun. It was one of those thrills you wouldn’t trade for anything else.
The sounds of the engines on each motorcycle revving up for the start of the race, the endless cheer of the fans filling the stadium, the expectation of the commentators as they began their analysis and chatter about the race and the quiet intensity that many racers and I shared in this very moment made the atmosphere of the race as something epic. It was an event that you’d wish it never ends, something you’d take with you for the rest of your life to talk about it with your friends and relatives. At this moment all eyes were focused on…
“…one of the most favored racers, Tetsuo Kamigawa, looks so focused and ready to get this race started! As usual, he brings everything to the table and never disappoints his fans. Wouldn’t you agree, Nakano-san?”
“That’s right, Kiriyama-kun! But you must remember that he’s not the only guy participating in this main event! There’s the up-and-coming racer, Atsuro Kotobuki, whom Kamigawa-kun had nothing to say but good things about him, saying that it is quite possible that in the near future he’ll be able to gain as many accolades as Kamigawa has done in the past and is looking to show his talents to the world.”
“There is also the racer from Germany, Vincent Steinsbach, who looks poised to gain an upset as he’ll try to surpass both Kamigawa and Kotobuki. You know what people say about Germans: They always go straight to the point and they do so with efficiency!”
“Right! There is also the American racer, Albert McCracken, who’s no stranger to such a great atmosphere and he’ll be ready take a victory back home to Los Angeles while looking great in the process! And just next to him is…”
And so the commentary goes on in introducing each of the racers that showed up tonight. I take a quick look at each man and I quickly figured out that they’ll be doing their very best to achieve victory. Each race I have participated in has been full of challenges as I have been part of the Motocross World Circuit since I had turned 19 years old. Being able to ride on a motorcycle had long been my passion since high school and I dedicated every waking hour in becoming the best at it and I had met many people in this journey of my life. Chief among them were my best friend, Ichiro Kosugi, who’s a genius in automobile engineering as well as computer science and my fiancée, Yumiko Akizuki, the girl from my childhood. She is the young woman who’s just arrived at 24 years of age and she is as beautiful and serene as they come with long hair that’s as lovely and dark as the midnight black sky that hovers above us all. Her blue eyes shone like two lights that guide you in the middle of darkness. We used to be quite the tricksters with each other, often trying to one-up each other with some jokes then and there. But as we grew up, we began to change. And I was quite surprised that she knew about motorcycles as much as I do, quickly becoming part of my team as my manager with Ichiro coming along as our chief mechanic. Others joined in the fold as we formed Trinity Motorsports, with Yumiko, Ichiro and I being the founding members.
As the countdown for the race begins winding down, I hear a familiar voice to my right. “Kamigawa-san, we meet again! Tell me quickly, are the rumors true?”
Sure enough, it turned out to be Atsuro Kotobuki, the young biker whom people acknowledge as an ‘heir apparent’ of sorts. Not that I’m opposed to the idea, of course.
“What kinds of rumors have you heard, Kotobuki-kun?”
“I heard that you may plan to retire after this race! I know all about retiring at the top, but I was hoping that you’d stay a bit longer! Ahhh, it is quite a shame, to be sure.” Atsuro pretended to be sad, though his voice had a certain tingle of disappointment as he talked. “I wanted to use every opportunity to prove that I am your equal.”
“Well, if my words mean anything, you might just reach this goal if you become better. But it’s only happening if you beat me!” I engage in some cheerful banter with Atsuro when another voice comes from my left.
“What is it about these retirement rumors? May I prevail to ask you to tell me, Mr. Kamigawa?”
The man with the black and gold emblazoned motorcycle turns out to be Vincent Steinsbach, which I nicknamed him the German Stallion on account of the colors in his attire and vehicle some time ago. He is blunt, yet well meaning enough that he doesn’t come across as a rude person.
“I guess you’ve heard of these so-called ‘rumors’ too? I guess I should speak quickly before the race starts.” I rev up my engine as I begin to speak. “Before anyone tells you different, I am actually getting married and I shall be taking a sabbatical. I want to start my own family and then I shall return to the tracks no sooner my children are old enough for my wife to take them to see me race.”
“Ohh, you mean Yumiko-san?! I had no idea! You really kept things under wraps, Kamigawa-san!” Atsuro replied with surprise. I imagine this was actually the first time he ever heard of this. “Congratulations should be in order, so let me be the one who’ll extend them to you.”
“Duly noted, Kotobuki-kun.”
“So, that means even the great Tetsuo Kamigawa shall be domesticated, yes?” Vincent interjected, half-jokingly and half-serious. “And here I thought I’d give you a good farewell by winning this race. It’ll probably get boring without you on the tracks.”
“Hey, I take offense to that, Steinsbach-san! Kamigawa-san isn’t the only guy who’s the top racer, you know.” Atsuro pointed out, knowing that while he still has to match Steinsbach’s prowess, he possess a charm and moxy that few young racers possess at his age.
“As far as I’m concerned, Mr. Kamigawa is a man of the field and you’re still a boy.” Vincent steadily fired back at Atsuro, stern and steely. “If you wish to earn that distinction, you must be able to win these races and thusly, you must also be able to beat me.”
“I can take you anytime! Just wait until the race starts!”
“Hey now, you guys should take it easy! We’re here to put on a big show to our adoring public, not to start fires we won’t be able to put out.” A distinct American accent is heard not too far from our position. I suspected who it belongs to.
“Now, just so I get the gist of things, you’re set for marriage, huh Mr. Kamigawa?” Albert McCracken spoke, showing off his country’s colors in his usual matter. “I can tell you’re off to a whole new adventure!”
“Yes, it is as you say, McCracken-san. I’ve been looking forward to it for a long while now.” I tease my colleagues as I made a sly smile. “Now you guys shouldn’t worry about my ‘retirement’. When I’ll come back, it’ll be as though I’ve never left. That means you’ll work extra hard just so you can beat me, but it won’t be so different from before!”
“We shall see about that, Mr. Kamigawa. This night shall end with my victory! I wish you all the best of luck.” And Vincent Steinsbach turns his gaze over the track, his eyes already turning into icy steel. In a way, he has a point. We have a race to begin and the starting siren will sound any moment now.