Bite me and Die...

-One-

 

The night was young, almost twilight. Ismael and Mel rode home from work. Ismael still wore her waitress uniform, she still wore the grease strain apron as if it was a fashion item and had grown to like the kitten heel court shoes, even when her feet are slightly swollen riding her blue and silver-rimmed bike. Alongside Ismael is Mel, a best friend who drove a black moped with flamed stickers and a tip- pex painted cross bone and skull head on the body. She could not afford a real paint job for her moped so she took matters into her own hands. 

    “When are you going to get a real bike?” Mel scoffed, with a hint of sarcasm.

      “I don’t fancy riding a death trap. Not one nice as yours!”

      “Yeah but your riding like 15.5 miles an hour, my nan drives that illegally”

Ismael shook her head and laughed at Mel’s sly jokes. She loved Mel’s humour, always bringing life to a dull moment. Not that riding home is ever dull for Ismael; something had to give it a bit of spice. 

      “Fine I’ll race you!” Ismael suddenly had a burst of energy.

“I don’t know. My baby might thrash your pretty frame work”

Ismael ignored Mel and started picking up speed. Mel held back to give her a head start, then Mel soon took over.

    “Come on, I can’t call that trying!” Mel yelled back at her. Ismael was adamant and she pushed her tired legs and swollen feet, they felt ready to burst. Almost level with the moped, Mel looked over at Ismael and could see her struggling; sweat broke across Ismael face.

Mel held back as she began to feel bad. “Let’s call it even; I don't want death by extreme peddling on my constants!” 

Mel yelled through the mouth of her helmet. Ismael just smiled and ignored Mel and still peddled faster. Mel did not even try to catch up this time; she felt the race was over.

Ismael looked back at her best friend and saw Mel slowing down. As her focus returned to the road, a large animal ran out in front of Ismael. Ismael turned sharply to avoid the animal and the front wheel slammed into a parked car on the side of the road. Ismael flew over the handlebars, across the bonnet and landed with a loud thud on the other side of the car.

Mel jumped of the moped and rushed to Ismael aid. “Ismael, are you OK? Are you hurt? Are you-“

      “Alive- yes, hurt- like hell!” Ismael gasped from the pain that tore through her body. The pain centred from Ismael’s back, through the shoulders and then the sound of heart thudded in her head. Ismael masked her head with the palm of her hand and then both of her cheeks, both cheeks were baring grazes and a small cut across the cheekbone.

       “Ouch, gees!” Ismael gasped when she touched it.

“Seriously were not doing that again” Mel said firmly and examined Ismael’s face.

      “What was that?” Ismael asked as a small flash back came and went from second ago. “You crashed into a car” Mel glared with concern.

       “No before that”

       “An animal, looked like a dog”

Ismael went all wide-eyed. “What’s the matter?” Mel said. Worry strikes Ismael face like a bolt of lightning

       “That dog!”

Mel turned around and saw a large dog, a German Sheppard. She recognized the markings, dark brown patches, sandy coloured belly and sat innocently by Mel’s moped.

       “I think so” Mel smiled but it was a smiled short lived.

      “Keep it away from me” Ismael panicked. She tried to stand but couldn't. “Please shoo it away Mel. Please” Mel rolled her eyes and left Ismael safely on the grass.

     “Go away now. Go on, away” The Sheppard would not move, it just sat there and panted. “It’s not moving”

      “Throw a stick at it”

      “No. It seems harmless. Maybe it’s lost”

Ismael glanced over at the dog; she did not feel any pity for it. “I don’t care” Ismael strained. She stood up slowly, with the sound of her heart still thumping loudly in her head. Ismael begun to fall sideways but Mel reached out and caught her.

       “You need to see a doctor” Mel insisted.

Ismael staggered towards the car and lent against it. She looked over at the Sheppard again but it was not there. “Where did it go?” Ismael panicked, she grabbed Mel while she checked the grounds around them but it was no sign of it.

      “Maybe it’s gone home,” Mel, sounded saddened.

      “Do you want me to phone your uncle?”

     “No. I think I can make it from here. I don’t want to worry him, you know how he is.” It finally sunk in, she imagine how he would react, she was sure that her Uncle would not let her out again. 'It is a taxi from now on' she thought.

'My uncle is going to kill me!' Ismael stared down at her bike, only a year old and never a mark on it, until now.

 

Author's Note

I'm not sure whether to write from the narrators POV... i've updated it...

Reviews

[EMF]

In all honesty, while I liked it, I'd say try it from the narrators POV. See how it works. You've got a nice way with dialouge. Sharp and direct, that blends in around the action, rather than draw into conflict with it. There are quite a few nice teasers and hints in here. Makes me read more. And enjoy it. Now surprise in that.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

very nice start to what seems to be a great book in the coming... cant wait for more