Gaikan expressway

[White Tiger]

After a while of riding where they both somehow had already gained their full racing mindset, which didn’t take long with their competitive nature, Paul stopped to some traffic light on a road beside the expressway.


“Alright! We’ll start the race when the light turns to green! Then we roll until we reach the end of the Gaikan highway!”


It didn’t take long for the light to turn to green and both of them could really start the race. Focused on being the fastest rider in the universe, Paul pressed the gas and didn’t look at Hwoarang since he only concentrated on the road. He really hoped his new bike was as fast as he thought it was, even if he had to push it to its limits, he would win.

So reaching the Gaikan highway that was surrounded by high walls, he quickly reached the first tunnel where he could hear even more loudly Hwoarang’s bike engine. The kid was near… but Paul didn’t want to see where he was exactly since he knew it would distract him from keeping his eyes on the road, mostly when he realized that the end of the tunnel was half destroyed and half of the road was covered in debris. Quickly avoiding the danger, Paul got out of the tunnel and kept rolling before he got to another tunnel area, this time far longer. Avoiding the rubbles again, Paul hoped the highway wasn’t fully covered in tunnel since he wanted to ride under the sky, to get that feeling of freedom he loved so much. But after a while, Paul had to slow down since the place really was full of junk… It still seemed possible to go through but it would be crazy to go at full speed…

[Hwoarang]

“Alright! We’ll start the race when the light turns to green! Then we roll until we reach the end of the Gaikan highway!”

Hwoarang's smirk grew as the two motorcyclist waited for the traffic like to give them the singal to go. The Blood Talon was determined to try and not fall behind like earlier. His competitive spirit almost got the better of him but luckly it didn't. The fiery Korean youth chalked it up as a bit of pre-race practice.

"All right!"

The light turned green and the two were off. Keeping his eyes sharp for any debrie, Hwoarang tried to stay focused on his driving and gaining a lead on The American a head of him. Paul had a slight lead but The Blood Talon felt as though he could close in on him.

화랑

[White Tiger]

While swearing a bit, Paul kept zigzagging along the rubbles to get out of the tunnel. The good side of this was that unless there was another small path alongside the rubble that he didn't notice, Hwoarang wouldn't be able to overtake him since the way was very thin. Yet it really didn't feel like a speed race right now... Paul knew he would go full tilt once out of this mess...

[Hwoarang]

Hwoarang's focus became razor sharp trying to keep up with Paul and the many obstacles they both had to zip through. Trying his best to find a alternative path to pass the American, The Blood Talon tried looking for options using his perficial vision but to no avail.

"씨-발!" The fiery youth muttered under the raging wind. He realized then that if he were to gain a lead on Paul he'd have to wait for a straight shot and hope his bike could gain enough spead to pass the American. If not the youth would owe the man a beer which honestly Hworang didn't mind paying for - this was the most fun The Blood Talon has had in quite a long while.








*씨-발 (Shibal) = Korean swear word equal to fuck.

화랑

[White Tiger]

After a while of going through the destroyed part of the tunnel, Paul finally got out of it and could begin riding under the sky. So he didn't lose any time and pushed on the gas to go full tilt.

"Yeah! I'm the fastest rider in the universe! See ya later, kid!"

It felt really good to roll freely on the expressway part that was still intact. Well, mostly intact since Paul suddenly had to avoid some street lamp that had fallen on the road by bending over on his bike since the long post was going from one side of the road to the other. If he had not seen it on time he may have been decapitated... That road had some dangers... 

Honestly, after passing the post, he thought it was fun but just to make sure, he quickly turned around for a slight second and shouted to the attention of the young man:



"Post on the road!"

Paul quickly turned his attention back to the road in front of him, he had the feeling he noticed Hwoarang much closer than he thought...

[Hwoarang]

"Post on the road!"


By the time Hwoarang heard the American shouted the warning, The Blood Talon had already ducked and was creeping up behind the other man. Ever slightly catching up to Paul as the fiery Korean went full throttle leaning forward and concerntrating on his driving.

"Almost. You're getting closer." The Blood Talon muttered to himself.

화랑

[White Tiger]

Since he noticed Hwoarang not far, Paul didn't dare look behind him anymore. Beside the expressway now seemed to be a long uneventful road, aside from some occasional cars that were taking the road where it was still intact, but those were very few so it was the time to go full tilt. Accelerating to the max, Paul told his brand new motorcycle: 

"Go, baby, go!"

[White Tiger]

Noticing how he and Hwoarang were always so close all through the race and now noticing the winning line among some rubbles, Paul got nervous; he pushed on the pedal even more, despite already pushing it as much as it could be and yelled:

“I gotta win! I gotta win! I GOTTA WIN!!!!”

And pushing the pedal as far as he could while bending down for the aerodynamics, Paul reached a destroyed wall he could use to make a jump over the somehow encumbered way and win over the young Korean. He swiftly took the ramp and the bike flew into the air for a long distance before it violently went crashing down on the road. Losing control after the landing, Paul crashed his motorcycle into some concrete wall and got ejected from his bike. His body fell on the road and Paul rolled many feet away before he stopped. Unconscious. After some time, the American regained consciousness and asked himself out loud while slowly sitting up and rubbing his neck:


"Unghh… Did I win? "

His body ached from everywhere, his motorcycle must not look too good but if he had won, it was worth it…  Winning was everything…