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Terror isn't always hidden.
A short story about a town called Black Rock and the biker gang, that was unfortunate enough, to discover it. The town was determined they would not allow the gang to reveal what they had found; terror isn't always hidden.
"Hey, Hawk. What did that sign say?"
Hawk is the typical biker with long black hair, long black beard, beady blue eyes, built like a bulldozer, bad attitude, and when he's mad at you it's like having a freight train derail and chase you. Hawk was second in command of the Satan's Spawns. He was also the most ruthless next to, Skull Crusher, the leader. The two of them led the worst biker gang in the United States. They were over 50 members strong by 1929. It was now 1947, and they were looking to wreck havoc on another unsuspecting town. They didn't really give a damn who faced their wrath. They simply had a reputation to hold up to.
"Hey Noser wake up!"
'Noser', was an abbreviation for 'Brown-Noser'. A wonderfully affectionate term that had been created for Hawk. Complements of Skull Crusher.
"I'm awake, Skull," Hawk snapped, "What do you want?" Wasn't entirely a lie. He was awake, just zoned out. The highway had done its job at hypnotizing him. He was kind of glad for the wakeup call.
"What the hell did that sign say?"
He had to think about it for a moment, "Black Rock one mile," he remembers.
"Perfect. You need a recharge?"
"I need to get a Madam for a night."
"That'll work as well. Make sure you stay away from the street urchins. You remember what happened last time?"
How could, Hawk, forget? He had found a local street walker one night about two years ago. Just as he was about to get his gears oiled the chick's pimp busted into the room with a gun. The guy was fast; but Hawk was faster. Right as the guy got a shot off, Hawk dove to the side of the bed and grabbed his knife. He threw it at the guy and made contact to his left eye. Well, more like through his left eye. The man hit the ground and was dead instantly. Sad thing is, with the man twitching on the floor, the hooker started begging for her life. She didn't seem to give a damn about the guy, she only cared about herself. Hawk knew he had been set up. He knew the stupid bitch and her pimp were going to try to kill and rob him. And as much as he wanted to kill the bitch, he instead opted to jump out the window before the guy's cronies showed up. It was a wise thing to do considering there were 10 guys on their way to his room. When, Hawk, got back to his gang he told Skull what had happened. Naturally, Skull, decided they all needed to pay a visit and teach these idiots the meaning of the word 'respect'. Hawk got his revenge but he did let the hooker live...mind you with a permanent limp.
Since then though, Hawk, had toned down significantly. He stayed out of trouble, unless it found him. Then he did what he had to and moved on.
"Why don't we go pay a visit to, Black Rock?" Skull asks. He needed a break from the road. He also was in the mood for recreational activities.
Hawk listens to the hum of his motorcycle. He looks out at the miles of nothing in the dark. You were lucky if you caught a glimpse of a tree where they were.
"Black Rock Population 20," a sign reads.
"Why not. It'd be better than this shit!" he replies. Population 20? Is that what that sign said? Jesus, they definitely had this town outnumbered. But then again they usually did and those were the kind of odds they liked.