Madison Way (LONG - 14 Pages in Word)
By Warren Wurzburger
Copyright 2011-2012 Warren Wurzburger
Madison Way – Issue 1: The Escape
Rose Madison briefly glanced over her left shoulder. The acrid air of the alleyway smelt like cheap whiskey and vomit. She twisted her wrist slowly down on the throttle and was propelled forward on her Hovercycle. She had been on the run for two days now, and knew she was still being followed. As the sleek, silver bike raced along just over the road surface, her mind wandered. She was headed south, for no reason whatsoever. The destination was insignificant, but the distance was vital. She had to push on farther, adding space between her and Tyranny. Rose could not recall her last meal, and her gut now reminded her of that small detail. Soon she would have to stop, to rest and to eat. But her brain reminded her of yet another cold fact; she could never stop running.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the road as memories flooded her mind like a storm. She found herself using auto-drive more often, and it was slowing her down. It was bad enough that she had to stay off the freeways and main roads. The fatigue and hunger were taking their toll, and she was looking for somewhere to crash for a while. Turning off her auto-drive she slowed the bike down. She had passed several driveways and they were spaced quite some distance apart; farmland was her friend. She turned into the next one, hoping the residents were sound sleepers.
Rose was organized by nature, and even through her exhaustion, she was planning her next moves. Hide the bike, find food and somewhere to rest for a few hours. The gravel drive was long, and this gave her a small sense of false security. She knew she was still being tracked, but didn’t have the skill to disable the bikes GPS. As she came to a stop behind an old weather-beaten barn, she was thankful that Gary had added her DNA to the Hovercycle just last year.
The old house was about 100 yards from the barn, and the front door was unlocked. Rose figured they were too poor or too stupid to have any real security, and either case was fine with her. She made her way upstairs where she figured the bedrooms were, and slowly pushed open the wooden door. The sudden creaking hinge caught her off guard, and she had to act fast. Pushing the door open all the way, there was just enough light for her to see a vague form under the ugly plaid sheets. With one smooth, practiced motion she pulled her eight inch blade from its place on her right thigh and brought it down in fast rapid stokes.
Something was wrong. Standing in the still quiet room Rose reached down to locate her victims head. “****” was all she said as she turned to feel the wall for a light switch. The room glowed with a dull yellow haze as she admired her handiwork; she had deftly killed a feather pillow. Now more confident she quickly checked the rest of the house. After the last two days, she finally thought that her luck was changing. What were the odds of her choosing an empty home? She found some canned food and a working microwave in the kitchen, and ate like a starved dog.
Setting her wrist phone’s alarm for 5 AM would give her almost four hours of sleep. She calculated that was all she could afford and found a bedroom where the pillows had not been massacred. Rose was asleep in less than a minute.
Rose is riding bitch behind her boyfriend, Gary Runyon. Gary has been the leader of the Tyranny biker gang ever since she met him seven years ago. Rose was just along for the ride, like she often was on simple robberies, but this one was special. Rose had been the one to get the tip for this score. As they cruised down the freeway, Gary checked his mirror. He only had 3 others with him for this hit. Simple and fast, and they had an easy score. He had spotted the target a few minutes back. It was hard to miss the gleaming gold sedan as it flowed just over the roadway at 120 MPH. They were far enough back to not spook the single occupant, even though he may have been asleep. Gary knew that just ahead the speed limit dropped to 70 MPH, and when the cars auto-drive made the adjustment they would make their move.
The group sped up to close the distance, and as the limit changed, Gary pulled past the car and into its lane. Gary braked smoothly, and the car stopped with him while his buddies surrounded it.
The driver side rider wasted no time as he fired his gun into the sedans window. The first sign of trouble was when Gary heard the wrong sound. Instead of the shattering he expected, the bullet ricocheted off the bullet-proof glass.
“Mother F***ers got protection” yelled the rider from the cars side. Gary laughed and reached into his leather coat for his laser pistol. Many of his gang members were old school, but he preferred to use new technology to his advantage.
“Not from this” Gary said as he fired towards the driver.
The red beam glowed brightly and seemed to pass through the windshield. Just for fun Gary fired three more pulses before dropping his arm to his side. All was quiet as the riders got off their Hovercycles. The rider with the pistol reached over and pressed the door button. Instead of the hydraulic hiss, the car exploded with an ear shattering blast. Heavy smoke made it hard to breathe or see as Rose slowly tried to stand. She had been knocked off the bike and onto the ground just off the side of the road.
As she got to her feet, Rose saw Gary, or what was left of him, lying on the road. The other guys were also dead, and blood, arms and legs covered the ground. Her brain was trying to make some sense of the morbid scene when she heard the distant sirens.
Gary’s bike was on its side about 50 feet away from the blast. Rose went over and stood up the lightweight titanium frame, hoping it would run.
She climbed on and as she grabbed the grips the bike started. She could hear the cops approaching rapidly and had to get out of there, so she hit the auto-drive and the bike sped off down the road, making a few quick adjustments into the auto-drive lane. When she thought she had gone far enough, she hit the home button. The bike took the next exit and made began making its way back to the Tyranny base. Rose knew it was programmed for back roads, and tried to gather her thoughts as she rode.
Gary was dead. The whole thing had been a trap, and Rose had been played. As she rounded a corner only a few miles from Tyranny, reality kicked in and she stopped the bike. She was responsible for their leader’s death, and there was no talking her way out of it. She was as good as dead.
Suddenly from behind came a loud siren, and Rose turned quickly, pulling out her knife. She was sweating, and lying on the floor next to the bed. The shadows in the dark room played with her vision as she awoke and turned off the phone’s alarm, still holding her blade.
Tall palm trees whizzed past as Rose pushed the cycle faster than was safe along the winding back roads. She was refreshed from her brief respite, and had even taken a fast shower before she left the empty farmhouse.
Now she could think, and she realized that she had no plan, no idea where she was going. Everything had happened so fast, and she had more questions than answers. Gary’s list of enemies was long, but no one had even gotten close to him before. And now Tyranny would think she was the one that set him up.
Rose forced her mind to focus. She flicked on the auto-drive and used the back of her hand to wipe a tear from her eye. She needed somewhere to go, a safe place to hide and think. As long as the bikes GPS transponder was working, they could track her. Disabling that had to be her top priority now. She chastised herself for not stopping sooner; stupid mistakes would get her killed.
Just ahead she caught sight of a green road sign than announced Deltona was a few miles ahead. So far she had been avoiding towns as much as possible, but now she needed one. She had to weigh the risk of being spotted with finding someone who could kill that dammed GPS. Tyranny was powerful, and she knew they had hacked into the federal SafeCam system. If a camera saw her, then so did Tyranny. She had to take the chance. Turning off the auto-drive, she leaned the bike onto the side road that led to Deltona.
With no contacts, finding someone to help her would be extremely difficult, but she had to try. She figured her PayCard was useless; Tyranny had likely drained all her money and was tracking the card.
Using it would be like shooting rockets into the sky announcing her location. Coming to a stop just outside of town, she moved the bike far enough off the road so it wasn’t easily visible.
Her glossy black riding suit clung to her slender body like a glove, and she felt eyes on her from everywhere. As she walked down the road, the main drag finally came into view. She randomly chose left and headed down the street. It was still early enough that there was little traffic, but she still felt vulnerable. About a half mile down, she spotted a sign for a tech shop. Rose walked past it without stopping. It would not be open for a few more hours. At the end of the block she turned and circled around the back side.
In the alleyway behind the shop she found the back door. She looked around and smiled slightly when she realized there was no camera in the alley. Nearby was there recycler, and she was able to squeeze in between it and the wall. The odds were against her as she waited in silence. What if they came in through the front door? She could just be wasting precious time. It was about 30 minutes before her risk was rewarded and a Hovercycle pulled into the alley and came to rest near the door. Rose had already lowered the metal zipper of her ride suit, and now she leaned towards the door, flopped her head over and waited.
Jeff had only been a tech for two years now. He was young but had quite an aptitude for the work. Getting this job was a dream come true! The hours were perfect, the pay decent and he had plenty of down time to tinker with his own ideas. As soon as he got off his bike, he spotted her, hunched over by the recycler. The morning sun glinted off her black suit and made her blond hair glow like a golden crown. His eyes ran down her body, and her visible assets sent a quiver through his groin. Although he could not see her face, he knew she was beautiful.
He walked over and knelt down, placing his hand on her soft shoulder. “Hey there, you Ok” he muttered as he gave Rose a gentle shake. She let her head flop around as her right hand gripped her knifes hilt firmly, the blade still hidden in the sheaf on her thigh. Jeff’s eyes were focused on her ample breasts when Rose brought the blade out and up with a single, swift motion, stopping as it rested against his throat.
Jeff was caught completely off guard. He had read history books about lawbreakers, but had never experienced crime in his lifetime. “Stand” was all Rose said as she pushed herself up on her strong legs. With her blade rising against his throat, Jeff stood as well. She realized that he was still looking at her chest as she grabbed his arm and turned him towards the shop door.
With Rose behind him, Jeff complied with her brief orders. He unlocked the door, stepped inside and turned towards the alarm panel. It scanned Jeff’s face and deactivated turning on the stores lights automatically. Using her free hand, Rose zipped her suit’s top back up and then looked around the shop. The only camera was trained towards the front of the store.
“Are you the tech?” Rose asked curtly, her blade still against Jeff’s skin just above his pulsing carotid artery.
“Ye…yes” Jeff managed to stammer.
“Then you better be a damn good one” Rose whispered.
After making Jeff gather a few tools, they went back through the rear door. The alley was still clear, but Rose was concerned. The streets would be busier now as more businesses opened for the day. They got onto Jeff’s Hovercycle and Rose slid the knife lower, concealing it from view. Jeff followed her orders, still in shock, as he drove them out of town and to her hidden bike off the road. On the way, she had an idea.
Jeff did as he was told, and the cold metal of Rose’s blade against his neck was all he needed to stop stating that it was illegal to tamper with a GPS unit. It took him about 90 minutes to swap the units from one bike to the other. He had to install his unit on Rose’s bike and disable the transponder, but hers just got tossed into his bikes saddlebag. When he was done, Rose stood face to face with him, looking into his deep blue eyes. Jeff was cute with his wavy short brown hair and if the situation had been different, she may have been screwing him. Then again, she was.
“Thanks” Rose said, causing Jeff to relax as she lowered the knife. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, and he responded as their tongues found each other. With her free hand Rose grabbed the back of his head, and then skillfully slid her knife into his heart.
Jeff’s eyes grew wide as his face slid away from hers, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth as he slumped to the ground, dead.
After she placed Jeff’s lifeless body on his Hovercycle, Rose got on behind him. She placed his hands on the grips and held them with her own, activating the bike. She drove away from town about two miles before turning around and heading back.
There was several hundred yards of straight road before a tight right curve. Twisting the throttle wide open she pointed the bike towards the solid stone wall that followed the curve. Just before impact, Rose rolled off the bike and rolled down the road. The crash of metal and stone behind her was sickening, but effective. She got up and dusted herself off, walking back to the crash; she was almost done.
Locating the now useless leather bag, she tossed it onto the remains of Jeff and his bike, making sure it was next to the fuel cell. Rose knelt down and flicked open her lighter. She had to hold it on the bag for some time before it began to burn well. Standing, she stepped back and watched the flames begin to engulf anything it could. Rose turned and walked back to her bike. She was almost there when she heard the explosion as the fire reached the fuel cell and ignited.
Rose knew switching the GPS units would only slow down Tyranny, not stop them, but she had to buy some time. Eventually they would find out about her deception and be back on her trail, but at least they had to track her old school now. Her mind worked on prioritizing her needs; food, money, a place to hide. She decided after Deltona to continue south to Miami then head back north, hoping to further hide her tracks. She had spent too much time stopped already, and time was her worst enemy right now. It was well after 1 AM when she passed her first sign for Miami, Florida.
She couldn’t push her luck, so instead of looking for another house Rose decided to rough it for a few hours of rest. She still had some food that she took from the abandoned house, but not much. For tonight it would suffice. She found a trail off the road that ran through a heavy crop of trees and took it for about a mile before stopping. There were enough palms around to provide her some concealment. She knew she was close to the ocean, and the smell of the crisp, salty air was refreshing in a strange way. Glancing at her wrist phone she figured she could rest for about three hours and be on the road before 5 AM.
After she ate Rose settled in on the cool, hard ground to rest. She could only have been there a few minutes when she heard leaves rustling; footsteps. She quickly drew her knife and pulled herself up to a squatting position. She held the blade near her waist and facing backwards to conceal it from her visitor. The footsteps grew louder until she could see the person approaching her from the west. He was tall, maybe 6’ with an average build, and wearing shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and sandals.
As he came fully into view, he just stopped and stood there, staring at her. Rose thought he looked like the poster child for a Miami Tourism ad with one exception. He was glowing.
Rose blinked her eyes, trying to decide if the exhaustion was simply playing tricks with her vision. As he stood motionless, she felt relaxed for the first time in days. Rose knew he was no threat to her as she stood up. His eyes drifted down to where she held the knife, and Rose suddenly felt silly having it out. She placed it back into its home on her right thigh. Their eyes met again, and he moved forward towards her. The man walked up to rose and they both sat down on the ground.
“Who the hell are you” Rose finally asked.
“A friend” was his short reply.
Rose struggled to search her memories feeling like she must have met him before.
“You’re in way over your head Rose” he said calmly.
“No S**t? Tell me something I don’t know!” she retorted.
So he did. As they sat there, her visitor told her just how close Tyranny was to finding her. He said that they had already found the crash she orchestrated, and would know by morning what she had done. Rose questioned how he knew this, but he simply ignored her and continued to speak. His name was Hapal, and he told Rose that he was here to help her. Somehow, she just knew he was telling the truth. Hapal gave her a route to take after she left Miami. He also told her of another abandoned home where she could rest and find food in a couple days.
Rose was not sure she could remember everything when he told her it was already in her GPS. She glanced over at her bike and when she turned back, Hapal was gone.
Rose jumped up. She must have been dreaming and looked at her watch. Only 7 minutes had past. She looked around for footprints or some sign that she was still sane, but found nothing. What the hell had just happened? She went to her bike and looked at her GPS. A route had been set from Miami north towards Alabama. There was also a stop marked that she did not recognize. Confused, Rose stood by her bike and looked around. Her brain tried to find some logic in the events. Could she have been so tired that she simply forgot about setting the GPS? It was then than she realized she was not tired; she felt completely rested.
If Hapal was right, Rose could figure this all out just as easily on the road as sitting here. If Tyranny was close, she had to get moving. She navigated the trail back to the road and turned the Hovercycle towards Miami. Her plan was to be spotted in Miami; a quick glance at a SafeCam should do the trick. Then she would head north, hoping that Tyranny would think she was hiding in Miami. Once she had finished, she followed the route her GPS had, still unsure how it got there. She was rested enough to really push the bike, and with long straight stretches of road made good time.
Alone with her thoughts, she replayed the bizarre encounter over and over. Her mind was searching for an answer. Rose was not the superstitious type, and there had to be some logical answer.
Suddenly she remembered what she had missed! Rose realized that during the entire conversation, Hapal’s lips never moved. Her mind now replayed the visit with this new memory. Rose suddenly slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road. Her cycle responded and came to a bone jarring stop. Her memory sharpened and hit Rose like a tsunami. Hapal had no mouth.
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