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I sped down country lane after country lane; every stretch of road looked the same as the last. My petrol gage slowly creeped its way down to empty and I knew I needed to find a main road soon. Eventually I heard the welcoming hum of passing cars as I broke out of a country lane onto a road leading to a small village. There was a small rather rusty looking petrol station that I slid my bike into. The place was a ghost town. I couldn’t see anyone around except for the odd car passing through. I filled my bike up and made my way into the petrol station’s small shop. The shelves were sparsely stacked with the odd cereal box, boxes of tissues and some rotting fruit in the filthy fridge. I grimaced and made my way to the counter to pay for the petrol. There was a young looking buy slumped over the counter he was snoring rather loudly. I poked him slightly hoping to wake him but there was no reaction. I poked him a little harder and still no reaction. I changed my tact and bent down to his ear.

“Oi wake up!” I shouted

His head shot up and he looked around in a panic. He wiped the line of drool off the side of his mouth and looked at me bleary eyed.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked rather angrily

“I am a paying customer do you want my money or not?” I asked menacingly

“That your bike at pump four?” he asked with a glare

“Yeah that’s mine” I replied

“That’s thirty five pounds” he said

“What? No please?” I asked with a smirk clutching the money in my hand.

“Please” he said disgusted as I handed the money over

“Pleasure doing business with you” I looked at his name badge “Will”

I waved at him and made my way to the door. I heard some movement behind me and Will’s hand shut the door just as I opened it. I looked at him surprised how tall he was. He towered over me holding the door shut with one hand. This was the first time I looked at him properly and sized him up in case of a fight. He had longish black hair sweeping over his eye; he wore an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and some baggy black jeans. The thing that now worried me the most about him was the large black knuckle duster on his hand.

“You really don’t want to do this Will” I said quietly

“No one ever comes here, let alone someone with a bike like that” he gestured outside “What is your purpose here?” he asked

“I just needed fuel” I replied

“Liar” he pushed me against the door pinning my arms “Why are you really here? I bet you’re one of” he paused “Them”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about I suggest you let go” I said still quiet

“You know exactly what I'm talking about!” he said now shouting in my face and slamming the knuckle duster into the creaky mouldy door.

“I don’t know you stupid dick!” I screamed kneeing him in the crotch.

He fell to the floor with a satisfying grunt as I wrenched the door open. I felt his hand close around my ankle and before I knew it I was on the floor with him pinning me down. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my left arm where a shard of glass from the floor had slit it open, I gasped in pain and shut my eyes tightly. He kept pushing my arm down hard on the glass not realising that the glass was the source of my pain. A small pool of blood began to form under my arm and everything started to go hazy and dark as I lost consciousness. I saw his face change from a dark glare to a softer panicked look as he noticed the blood forming. I felt him lift me off the ground before everything blacked out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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