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The roar and thunder Silas heard and felt reminded him of why he loved motorcycles. He had a beauty until he was forced to use it as a weapon against a hellhound. They had promised him a new one. It never came; instead he had to settle for stealing one.
Neon and streetlights surrounded him like flashing pixels in a video game. It was a great night for a ride: a little chilly, but clear. The perfect night. On any other night, he would have just ridden. f**k humanity, he'd watch it all burn.
But it was Michael, and he supposed if he owed anybody anything, it was that kid. So, he would save Michael, then probably save the world, because it wouldn't really be saving the kid if he left him to try and survive during a h*******t.
With a very weary sigh, he put the earpiece in and t
