July 17 1976, London - Midnight
The background chatter and music from the nearby bustling club scene was violently torn apart before being drowned out by the bike ripping through the quiet street. It wavered slightly but was travelling too fast for that to make any difference. The bike itself was nearly invisible in the overwhelming darkness, the only clues as to its existence being its brief appearances hurtling beneath the few working streetlights and of course the explosion of sound that followed it. It was towards one of these working streetlights that the bike sped, seemingly unaware of the solidity of its target. The front wheel of the bike shook as the streetlight rapidly approached. Destruction seemed inevitable but in the instant before brutal impact a sickly green light appeared and cushioned the blow for the bike, which nevertheless fell and skidded to a stop on its side. Two shadowy forms spilled out, coming to rest spreadeagled on the course asphalt.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” A figure shouted from where he lay on the ground. Groans were the only answer.
“HELLO? Hello? ...ahh fuck” Reluctantly he pulled himself to his elbows and dragged himself over to the other shadowy figure, a slightly concerned frown on his face. He loomed over the other and spoke in a slightly gentler tone.
“Ethan, you alright? Not hurt are you?” He asked putting his hand on the other’s cheek. Ethan opened his eyes and smiled.
“Nah, not a scratch.” His smile disappeared however when he was then slapped very hard in the face.
“THEN FUCKING TELL ME WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS!”
“What what was?” Ethan sat up slowly and rubbed his hand sulkily over his stinging cheek. “Saving our lives, you mean?”
“I had the bloody bike under control. It was your bloody magic that tripped me up. We would’ve been fine if you’d just left it the fuck alone.” He began to stand, Ethan following him.
“Oh I’m sorry for- oh wait no I’m not, you fuckin’ wanker.”
“What was that?”
“What did you fuckin’ say?”
“Nothin,’” Ethan looked around with wary eyes but a slight smile playing at his lips.
“You’re gonna pay for that, come ere!” Ethan sprinted away, circling around to the other side of the street.
“No! I’m sorry, Ripper! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it! Where are the others? Fuck!” Ripper chased after him and they ran through the street, ending with a stand-off around the fallen motorbike, grins evident on their breathless faces.
Ripper lifted his hands in a conciliatory gesture.
“Alright, alright I s’pose I’ll let you off this ti-“ He abruptly lunged across the motorbike and tackled Ethan to the ground. He straddled Ethan triumphantly as the latter attempted to regain his breath.
“Wh..Why do all our conversations have to end like this?” Ethan wheezed.
“I think it’s because you need a lesson in negotiation skills,” Ripper smirked and nudged Ethan with his knees before standing up.
He gave Ethan a wink before going to examine the damage done to the bike. “I hope we didn’t lose the others, be a bugger tryin’ to find them in this dark.”
Ethan tried to sit up but was stopped by a sudden stabbing pain through his chest. “Fuck me!” he exclaimed lying quickly back down.
A gravelly voice at the end of the street rang out. “Well with such an enticing offer, how could I refuse?”