IV
Whoever reaches the top of the mountain, he or she will gain an audience with the Goddess of Thunder, she will grant him or her a wish. Ailine knew the legend but she never believed it, she didn't head to the mountain with that in mind, she just did it to escape the storm that always tormented her, she just did it because it gave her the sensation that she was moving, that she was accomplishing something or at least trying to. She never believed in that fairy tale until now, or maybe she always did but she hadn't realized yet.
"Scumbags are not worthy for her!" Da Speller shouted
He hated stating obvious things.
"But, I mean. If someone reaches the summit... if someone is capable of reaching the summit... she will grant him or her a wish?"
Da Speller took a sit in one if his working tables.
"Yeah... she will, but it has never happened. But you know... when it comes to Gods..."- said Da Speller while scratching his head - "the thing that you have to know is that, they are not genies, they are more like... like teachers. In other words, they don't grant wishes, they teach lessons. You understand?"
"Yes, yes, I do. But, if someone reached the top, she would truly do what that person commands?"
Da Speller was amazed by the questions that Ailine was making.
"Yeah hunny, that's the theory, but sometimes, reality is more disappointing." once again, he hated stating the obvious.
He began to analyze her one more time.
"So let me get this straight"- he said -"you've already gone to the mountain, you've already tried to reach the summit and you didn't know about this story?"
"I did, but I never actually believed it" she responded with a weak voice.
That answer just generated more questions in Da Speller's mind.
"But wait a minute, if you didn't believe it, then, why the hell did you go there in the first place?"
Ailine had no spoken answer to that question. She had one in the back of her mind, but she wasn't willing to pull it out, so, silence was her best answer.
Even more questions generated in Da Speller's mind.
"You know, they told me about you over the phone, but they never gave me your name, or your story, who are you? where are you from?" he asked.
"My name is Ailine"
Da Speller expected way more than just that.
"But I mean, where are you from? you don't belong to a gang, do you?
"No, I don't. I'm solo and I was raised in a town a few miles from here"
Again, Da Speller expected way more than just that, but he got the hint.
"Ok, if you don't wanna talk about it , I get it. Is not of my business anyways. I just thought that, you know, you were an interesting character. You don't see a female solo rider everyday."
The conversation reached a dead-end, it was getting late and Da Speller wanted to get some sleep.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Ailine, as you could see today, there aren't many costumers around so I don't really need another hand but thanks a lot for the offer. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to close and get some sleep, it has been a pretty bad day today."
Da Speller stood up and he showed Ailine the way out, although Ailine had no intentions to go.
"I want you to rebuild that bike for me" said Ailine with a firm tone.
He just laughed and ignored her. But Ailine was dead serious.
"I need that bike, that's the only thing that can get me to the top of that mountain"
Da Speller opened the exit door.
"Why don't you forget about that mountain and forget about that bike and carry on with your life?" Da Speller recommended.
"That mountain IS my life now and that bike is the only thing that can give me my old life back!" she shouted so that Da Speller couldn't ignore her anymore.
Da Speller closed the door.
"Listen to me Ailine, you're not the first person with a wish, everybody has at least twenty, sometimes they come true, sometimes they don't. But a wish meant for the Gods, it's a dangerous wish. The Gods control everything, you don't have any idea of the consequences it could bring to this world if one imbecile knocks on their door an asks for a wish, that's why is so some damn hard to reach the top of that mountain".
"But, if it's so dangerous, why do the gods even grant an opportunity?" she asked.
"Because they always like to challenge us, they always want to know how far are we willing to go to get something." - He responded with a voice full of anger- "They're cruel scientist and you will be a lab rat if you continue to climb that mountain as all of the other idiots do. A wish meant for the Gods is never a good wish."
Once again, Da Speller opened the door.
"My wish is not evil, I don't wish to harm nobody, I don't wish to destroy anything. My wish is the exact opposite of that." said Ailine with a firm voice still, but she was actually begging deep inside.
"I don't care, pretty. It's a bad idea. Now please, get out of my property"
Both of them were facing each other, none of them were moving. The tension was building more and more and the situation was getting more complicated by the second. Da Speller had no idea what to do, he had never had this problem before so he didn't know how to react, Oly was also feeling the pressure and he was ready to intervene to protect his master, but Da Speller didn't want him to and Ailine was in no position of leaving.
Suddenly, this intense and silent confrontation came to an abrupt end. Oly sensed something wrong and he quickly went to the window. Ailine and Da Speller heard the sound of a group of motorbikes parking just outside the workshop.
Ailine took a look at them and she instantly recognize them, it was the same gang that attacked her in the mountain.
"Sorry guys, but you didn't make a late appointment and I'm about to close!" shouted Da Speller as they were getting off their bikes.
"Holy crap, they are the guys I saw back at the mountain, they're the guys who stole your bike!" screamed Ailine.
"What?! you're kidding me?" said Da Speller as he jumped scared.
"I'm not kidding!, they really are."
Da Speller shot the door and he went for his revolver. Oly barked at them with all the energy that a dog could have. The gang was standing outside the workshop like wolves surrounding their prey. Da Speller went to the shotted door and began to shout through it.
"There are no more bikes for you scumbags! You already killed my baby, now get the hell out before I kill you!" said Da Speller with the voice of an infernal demon.
"Your piece of shit bike exploded in the middle of the air while our friend was about to reach the top of the mountain, our friend is dead because of that bike, our friend is dead because of you, now is time for you to pay us back."
'Piece of shit bike', that was the only thing that Da Speller had actually paid attention to. The echo of that phrase was the only thing that occupied his mind at that moment.
"Piece of shit bike?, piece of shit bike?!" he was murmuring to himself while looking at the ground. Oly barked more and more as the bikers approached.
"Our leader is dead because of you..." said the biker, but his voice was being played down by Oly's incredible barks.
"...your bikes are a danger to humanity... we're gonna... we're gonna get rid of them... FUCKING DOG, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
The biker took out his gun and pulled the trigger, the bullet passed through the window into Oly's eyeball, the dog instantly fell down.
Da Speller face was white as a bone, his jaw was completely open, and his body was totally frozen. Ailine was covering her mouth with her hands, petrified as well.
After staring at his fallen friend for five seconds, Da Speller began to approach the body of his pet slowly. Every small step that he took was just another strong affirmation of the nightmare that was actually unfolding. Just in the glimpse of an eye, his best friend and his only family was dead. It was only a few minutes ago, when he was patting him, exactly in the same place where he lied now, except that this time his body was there but his friend was long gone.
Without saying anything, without even dropping a tear, Da Speller's head began to turn red, his eyes turned white. He looked like a possessed and merciless alien invader. He broke the glass of the window with his elbow and he rapidly began to fire the full round of bullets back to the riders.
Two of the gang members were injured by Da Speller bullets, they quickly fired back and the scene became a big shoot out. Ailine took cover, there were bullets flying everywhere and everything indicated that Da Speller was going to die soon. Four gunmen against one, it was only a matter of time.
Da Speller was already out of bullets, he quickly started to reload while taking cover besides the window.
"Speller! I know how you feel, but they are to many, they're going to kill you, we need to get out of here!" Ailine screamed but Da Speller completely ignored her.
Once his gun was loaded, he fire another quick round of bullets.
"Is there a way out of here?" screamed Ailine once again.
Da Speller pointed to a big gray metal door at the back of the workshop, it looked as if it hadn't been used in many years. She ran towards it and, exactly as she expected, it was lock.
"Where are the keys?"
Da Speller threw a bunch of keys that he had in his pocket at her.
"Which one is it?" she asked again.
"I don't know, I never use that door, try one by one." he said as he returned shooting.
Everytime that she tried one key, she sensed a bullet being shot closer and closer to her head. Da Speller turned out to be a pretty good shooter, the bikers were getting tired of not hitting him, so, they decided to put an end to this once and for all.
A molotov cocktail passed through the window and burned everything around it, Da Speller jump aside, he didn't get burned by a miracle, however, the whole place was starting to get on fire. The bikers threw more and more cocktails until the workshop was completed surrounded by flames.
"YOU BASTARDS!" screamed Da Speller, as his workshop was falling into pieces.
Finally, Ailine was able to find the right key, but the door wasn't opening yet, the metal was melting because of the fire and the door became extremely hot.
She kicked the door with all of her strength and the door opened.
"Quick, Da Speller, let's get out of here!"
The mechanic was on his knees, watching how everything in his life was fading away. He had an emotionless face, it was like he was trying to accept the event in his mind, trying to capture the final time that he was going to see his home.
"We need to get out, now!" she screamed and after she did this, Da Speller woke up from his melancholic trance.
He quickly stood up, took the body of Oly and the remaining pieces of the flying bike and he got out. Both of them ran as hell, away from the scramble of the workshop before the bikers realized there was a back door. Ailine had no time to get her bike because it was where the bikers where so they had no option but to run to escape. Da Speller seemed to be on an adrenaline rush, he was running even faster than her.
Running on the streets, they were starting to hear a group of bikes patrolling the streets, they knew that they weren't safe on the roads so they quickly got lost in the woods. They stayed behind the bushes and trees for a while, waiting for them to give up. But they, could clearly listened that they were still on pursue.
"They are going to be looking for us for the entire night, we better stay in the woods." said Ailine with a quiet voice.
Da Speller seemed to be still on an adrenaline rush, but the effects were starting to wear off. He was hiding behind a tree, silent and on the edge, looking carefully at the street with his eyes wide open. His head was no longer red, his anger was replaced with pain and sorrow. He had the body of his dog in the right hand and the remaining pieces of the flying bike on his left hand, the only two things that he was left with.
Ailine couldn't resist looking at him, she felt an incredible connection with him now, she knew exactly what he was going through. She had been in that place and she knew that there was nothing in the world that she could do or say to make the pain go away.
Da Speller remained in the same exact position, holding his two treasures and looking at the streets. Ailine sat under a tree, her legs were killing her. The hours passed and there was nothing but silence in the air. Ailine's eyelids grew heavier, there was no energy left in her, she began closing her eyes, the last thing that she saw before closing them was Da Speller and by doing this she could see herself.
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