Goddess of Thunder (Short Story in Progress) Chapter 4

Fourth chapter, hope you enjoy this one. :)

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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Goddess Of Thunder (Short Story in Progress), Chapter 2

Second chapter of this little short story of mine, hope you'll enjoy it.

II

Back where she belonged, the storm was rising again. The sound of the engine became her meditation mantra, perhaps she was ready to do it one more time. She knew which direction she had taken, moving ahead and pushing forward, she was meeting a recurring dead-end. As the mist unfolded in the horizon, there she was, the mountain, approaching at 200 miles per hour. She was ready to relive the same old story all over again, but this time, it was going to be different.

Her mantra was broken, as she started to hear other engines behind her. She took a quick look back and there was a gang of five bikers, following her. The lead biker of the gang accelerated until he was besides Ailine, he drove closer and closer to her.

"Where are you going?" He screamed. "This is no place for little bitches!"

The biker accelerated and he surpassed Ailine. Suddenly all the gang did the same, and now Ailine was the one behind them.

"Your husband is waiting for his dinner" one of them yelled while laughing.

Their bikes were far more superior in any sense, but Ailine was filled with anger, so she decided to take her bike into the maximum level, completely overcharging the capacity of the engine.

They arrived to the mountain, the mountain had a spiral path which bikers took in order to ascend it. It was a perpetual curve with and infinite amount of natural obstacles coming from everywhere: rocks appearing and falling out of nowhere, bones of both human and animals carefully placed so that they could break the tires, ivy on the floor that made you slow down and lose balance, occasional waterfalls that made slip and fall, and people also said that there were even supernatural forces ready to block your path.

It didn't matter what sort of great biker you were, you needed to slow down at the moment that you started to ascend the great mountain. All of the bikers did that, so Ailine accelerated even more to catch up with them.

Ailine started her ascendency, the last biker wasn't to far ahead of her. It was the moment to slow down, the path was starting to get dangerous but she only needed to focus, suddenly everything was slow and she could perfectly view everything up ahead. The biker in front of her made his first and last mistake, the ivy made him lose his balance and he fell. Ailine smiled but soon regain focus.

Despite having amazing bikes, the bikers couldn't handle the wrath of the mountain, one by one they fell, prey of the mountain's surprises, but Ailine remained. There was one biker left, the leader of the gang. Ailine was catching up on him, and she was ready to play dirty if he initiated.

The biker was very focus, but as Ailine began to approach, he started to realize that he wasn't alone. He took a quick look back and there he saw her. The adrenaline was starting to become greater and greater for both of them. They were reaching the peak of the mountain, it was the first time that Ailine reached this far but realizing this distracted her for a few seconds,when she regain focus, he saw the biker pointing at her with a gun.

"Don't disturb my concentration!" He said while pointing the gun and driving.

He began to shoot, Ailine tried everything to dodge the bullets but one of them hit her frontal tire. She lost all control, her bike was gonna go down. She knew the race was over for her, the last that she could do was to crash her bike with his so that he would also lose balance, after doing this, she fell.

For a second, Ailine thought that she was going to die, she had never reached so high, so the fall was going to be ten times harder, and so it was. But she didn't fell all the way, she was able to stop the fall in one of the lower levels of the mountain. She was injured but not so badly and she would had continued if the tire of her bike wasn't pumped.

She still wanted to make sure if that bastard actually fell when she crashed into him.

The answer was no, he was still up there but he was losing balance, it was only a matter of time before he suffered the same fate as hers. Ailine just wanted to see him fall. He lost all control of the bike and there was a closed curve lying ahead, it was going to be his end. He didn't manage to make that curve and his bike was suddenly in the air.

She was waiting for him to fall right away but... it didn't happen. He began to fall slowly, like if his bike was slowing down the effect of gravity for him.

"Why don't you fall?" was all that she was thinking about.

But the biker and his bike refused to fall quickly. While falling, the biker was trying everything the restart the engine with his pedal, but the engine was already on. It was in that moment were Ailine realized the he was trying to activate another pedal, his bike had a secondary pedal but she didn't know why it was there for.

The biker finally managed to activate the pedal and suddenly a small and thin platform made out of light appeared beneath his tires, it was literally as if he was riding a lightning, that lightning platform stopped the fall completely. The bike was standing on top of that luminous platform and it was no longer falling, it was as if the biker was suspended in the air, with nothing pulling him down.

Ailine knew in that moment that he was possibly an ordinary biker but that was no ordinary bike. Once that he realized that his situation was under control, the biker started his main engine and he began to ride was again, but this time, in the middle of the air and that luminous platform followed his bike through the air while leaving a path of light behind it.

Ailine couldn't believe what was going on, she had never seen anything like it, and she had seen a lot of other extraordinary events, but this one seemed like a miracle to her.

The biker was riding the sky, he was flying around the mountain, he was quickly ascending, flying in a circular manner. He was going to do it, he was going to reach the summit of the mountain and Ailine couldn't do anything but to stand there and witness.

The mountain was suddenly surrounded by a path of lightning, a spiral of light that was about to conquer the summit of the mountain. The biker was riding through clouds and dust. Ailine was still looking far away, she knew that he was going to be the one destined to complete this millennial challenge, but soon, she realized that she was wrong. He was a few meters away of reaching the final destination, but his triumphant march was going to last no longer.

Ailine, watching the epic scene, saw the biker being stroke by a real and powerful lightning that descended from the heavens. The strike was harsh and brutal, the bike exploded in the middle of the air and the biker was blown away. The smoke remained there, as a sign of a great failure, the biker and the remaining pieces of the bike were slowly falling away, the distance was too high and the biker was completely unconscious.

He fell close to a river near the mountain, she wanted to see who he was, although he was probably dead by now. She descended the mountain on foot and she realize there was nobody else, all of the other bikers were gone. Ailine began to run to the site of the fall. There were pieces of the bike still falling from the sky. As she was running, she didn't even know what had happened yet, she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.

Before reaching the place of the fall, Ailine stumble upon the frontal half of the bike, she tried to touch it but it was burning. She rolled it over with her feet to examine it more carefully, it was almost impossible to distinguish anything special about it because it was almost completely burned down. However, she was able to distinguish a peculiar insignia at the front of the bike. It was a strange logo that she wasn't able to figure out, but around this strange logo it read "Da Speller Original".

She arrived at the river, and there he was. Lying on the ground, facing up and gazing to the sky, his clothes were completely burned out, his helmet was melting but his eyes were wide open, as if he was seeing the answer of all of his questions written down in the surface of those gray clouds. Ailine stood beside him, she thought that he was dead until she looked at him blink. Somehow, he was still alive. His eyes moved, and now he was looking at Ailine, she took her glasses off, and for the first time, the real world was as dark and cloudy as the way that the glasses represented it.

"Did... did you see her?" The biker asked Ailine.

She was shocked to see him still alive.

"Wh... what?" The rhythm of her heart began to increase.

"Did you... see her?" The biker asked once again.

"Who?" she asked back.

The biker began to look at the sky once again.

"The Goddess" he responded.

She had never believed those stories, but concerning the events that she witnessed that day, everything changed for her. The biker began to laugh with his final breath. When he reached the final second of his life, he just inhale and with that air he whispered:

"If I'm not worthy then no one is"

His eyes closed and his life was no more. Ailine looked at the mountain behind her and then she looked at the sky above her, realizing that the legend was true.

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Goddess of Thunder (Short Story in Progress), Chapter 1

This is the short story that I've been working on for almost a month, I wanted to posted as a single post but it got to long that I think I'm going to divide it in chapters. The story is not over yet but I hope to finish it soon.This story is about bikers and its a little bit surreal, hope you enjoy the first chapter.

I

The smell of the highway was starting to become the personal aura that followed Ailine everywhere she went. Rolling and rolling, there was no ending to her race. The mountain defeated her, but she was willing to come back, but now it was not the time.

The days were always dominated by white and enormous clouds in the skies, but for her, it was always stormy because she never took those sun glasses off. A permanent storm with only one way out: The road. She only had to focus in going forward; otherwise the storm would sweep her away.

Fuel was running low, the journey had to stop for a few minutes, there was always a gas station/restaurant at her disposition, and she only had to take her glasses off.

“That’s a fine bike” said the waiter as he delivered her cup of coffee.

“It is” she replied, blowing the hot smoke of the cup.

“I used to have one of them until some god-damned bastards stole it from me when I wasn’t looking at my backyard…”

The man expected some kind of signal of sympathy or even a “That sucks” but nothing came from the girl.

“… Those are great for recovering long distance; may I ask where are you going?”

Ailine drank a little bit of coffee and replied.

“Going north for the moment, it doesn’t seem that my destination is changing any time soon.”

The man just began to look at her with eyes of speculation.

“North? ...are you heading to the mountain?”

She nodded while watching the wooden table.

The man laughed a little bit.

“Are you one of those bikers who are trying to reach the top of the mountain?”

“Take a guess” she said.

The waiter had a wide open smile.

“Oh man, I knew there was something special about you.”

The other customers were starting to yell at the waiter, impatiens for their lack of customer attention. The waiter went away for a few minutes, and then he returned back.

“Let me tell you something, beautiful. Your bike is fine, I mean is goddamn fine, no question about it. But you will never reach the top of that mountain with it, I’m sorry but it can’t be done. You know how to ride, but there’s only one way for reaching that summit, baby, and that’s flying.”

Smiling she responded.

“I know that well old fella, I’ve fallen many times and I’ve seen many more fall, but thanks for reminding me.”

“Then why the hell are you going back there, are you waiting a miracle or something?”

Ailine heard that word and something awoke inside her. The mountain was the only thing that she lived for, if something like that ever happened she would have no idea of how to react. That would defeat the entire meaning of riding and she knew that at the moment that she stopped riding, the storm would sweep her away into oblivion. Perhaps a miracle was the last thing that she wanted.

“I just like to try and fail.” she answered.

“God, you DO need a miracle” said the waiter as he went to recover some plates of other customers.

Ailine’s cup was empty and there was nothing for her left to do there, so, it was moment to return to the road.

“But maybe, I’ll be your miracle man today” said the waiter when Ailine was just about to ask for the bill.

“What do you mean?” she asked, just as a reflex.

The waiter’s face started to evoke a great mystery.

“Do you know who Teller da Speller is?”

Ailine had heard the myth before and she didn’t want to lose any more time talking about it.

“Yes, the mechanic from another planet, I’ve heard about it, could you please bring me the bill?”

“You said it as if it were some kind of folk story” The waiter said.

“I don’t know a lot of people from other planets, but the ones I do know, are not mechanics.”

“Well, this one is, I know that I’m demanding skepticism here but he’s the greatest and most legendary mechanic of this generation, he could take whatever piece of shit and transform it into a magical and unstoppable rocket that could travel galaxies!” the waiter didn’t regulate his volume and the entire restaurant was looking at him.

“You talk about him as if he was real.”

The waiter began to laugh.

“Oh, my young lady, he IS real. I know him personally, in fact…” he came closer to the girl as if he was about to whisper a big secret “he’s the step brother of the owner of this chain of restaurants”.

Ailine had lost enough time chatting, the road was waiting for her.

“I can contact him if you want, you would be amazed of what he can do. Lokie Santana… I mean, he was an excellent rider but he would have gotten nowhere if it wasn’t for the bike that Mr. da Speller prepared for him. Oh man, with a bike like that, the summit of that mountain would kiss your tires.”

Ailine didn’t know how much she owned and she wasn’t going to wait for the bill, so she just left 10 bucks on the table and she stood up.

“Not interested right now but thanks for the offer.” she said while leaving.

Thanks for reading :)

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