Staring in the mirror, for the first time in these 7 years, she doubted her past deductions. Had she gotten the right man? Ruining an innocent man's life was something she couldn't bear on her conscious. She didn't know when and from where her doubts had started arising but the way Zei behaved around people and her, it didn't seem like...
'No, it's him. It has to be him. His personality's rubbish and he murders people as if they're his personal canvas. It is him.'
In the end, she could only square up her shoulders and turn around to head straight for the door without glancing back. His words from back at the club resounded inside her head.
'Rule number 1: Never turn your back on your opponent.'
She was beginning to lose her mind slowly.
But as Haven stepped out into the open fresh air, her eyes glanced up at the serene sky, painted in hues of soft pink and golden hues, its vastness stretching endlessly above her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility wash over her as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from her shoulders. Taking in a deep breath, she released it slowly, savoring the crispness of the air as it filled her lungs, allowing her worries to dissipate with each exhale.
At least leading his minions off her trail could be labeled as exhilarating.
Pushing down the helmet on her head, the engine roared to life and the next thing she knew, she was on the road trying to outrun a pair of professionally trained stalkers.
Glimpsing at the side mirrors one at a time, she glanced at the faint yet familiar-looking figures that she had encountered the other day.
Haven's heart pounded in her chest as she pedaled furiously through the narrow city streets. The deafening roar of engines grew closer, a relentless cacophony that pushed her to her limits. The bikers were hot on her trail, their eyes fixed on her like predators closing in for the kill. With every twist and turn, Haven hoped to lose them, but their perseverance matched her own.
'Guess they're a little more than minions...'
The neon lights of the city blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as she weaved through traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions with cars and startled pedestrians. Her bike surged forward, propelled by a fierce determination that refused to be subdued. Haven's long, flowing hair danced behind her, escaping her helmet from the back and the sides.
The first biker, a figure draped in a black leather jacket, closed in with predatory speed. His powerful engine growled a menacing symphony that fueled her resolve even more. Glancing to the side, her eyes scanned the surroundings for any advantage, any chance to gain the upper hand. Up ahead, she spotted a bustling market—a chaotic labyrinth of stalls and people.
Jackpot!
In an audacious move, Haven veered off the main road and into a narrow alleyway. Her bike rattled over potholes and debris, threatening to send her sprawling, but she clung to control with unwavering resolution. The alley offered temporary refuge, a momentary sanctuary from the relentless pursuit. Yet, the second biker's engine roared behind her, echoing through the confined space, urging her to press on.
Her heart pounding, Haven's fingers clenched tightly around the handlebars. She calculated each twist and turn, every shift in momentum. Her focus intensified as she reached the end of the alley, only to find a large dumpster blocking her path. There was no time to hesitate—she slammed on the brakes, sending her bike into a skid just as the first biker aimed to ram into her.
With a deft maneuver, Haven leaned sharply to the side, her bike sliding past the dumpster with mere inches to spare. The first biker's eyes widened in shock as Haven defied his expectations. She refused to succumb to their pursuit. The pursuit, however, was far from over.
Where the hell did he even get these men from!?
With a surge of adrenaline, Haven accelerated back onto the open street, her legs pumping with unyielding determination. Peeking over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of the second biker, relentless and unyielding, closing the distance with unwavering resolve. Her heart thumped in her ears, her mind a whirlwind of strategies.
Ahead, a steel staircase beckoned—an elevated walkway that could give her the advantage she needed. Haven's decision was instantaneous. She pivoted with a practiced grace, ascending the staircase with agility, her bike's tires jarring against the unforgiving concrete steps. The second biker attempted to follow, but his machine's weight hindered his progress, giving Haven a brief respite.
The walkway stretched before her, an elevated path to freedom. With unwavering focus, Haven darted across, her bike's tires screeching against the surface. The wind whipped against her face, her senses heightened as she reached the end of the walkway. But there, a chain-link fence stood as an obstacle, a barrier demanding her surrender.
Yet Haven was no stranger to challenges, no stranger to defying expectations. Her resolve hardened, and she refused to be stopped. With a surge of determination, she pedaled harder, her bike propelled by sheer will. Gathering momentum, she launched herself off a makeshift ramp, soaring through the air, defying gravity with a breathtaking leap.
'If I die here, I hope that piece of shit dies from a coconut falling on top of his head!'
Time seemed to stand still as Haven soared over the chain-link fence, her heart in her throat. The world blurred into a haze of exhilaration and danger, but she never wavered. With a resounding thud, her tires met the pavement on the other side, her landing executed with precision and grace. The pursuing bikers left dumbfounded, watched as she vanished into the distance, their engines fading into a mere whisper.
Haven's heart still raced, her breath ragged, but she knew she had escaped—for now. Letting out a small giggle, her eyes sparkled with excitement that she'd managed to survive that all on her own. 'Maybe car chases aren't that bad after all!'
'Oh the bucks I'd pay to see the look on Wei's face after he realizes his lackeys failed to catch me.'