Darcy Hugh
By now, the priest had completely started breathing. His eyes were solely focused on the road, looking down. He only had a few seconds left, he did not waste them thinking of any silly triviality. Each second was a precious moment that could very well spell the difference between life and death. The momentum, the speed was enough. If he didn't brace himself, if his hand steered the vehicle inadequately for even a millimeter, he would die.
The madman grinned at the thought, and closed his eyes. While he was still far from the stag, it was getting closer and closer, reaching the asphalt ground. About five meters separated the two, but that distance would grow once he returned to the ground, each avoided vehicle would split them apart further and further, assuring his loss. She was nothing but a blue blur, but he could still make out its shape, for now. At least that was how things were meant to be.
And yet it was simply too fast. His motorcycle might be able to keep up, but his eyes could not. He wasn't able to do anything but land, for he long since lost track of its movements, unable to see anything but a blur. And so his motorcycle hit the ground violently.
"SHIT!" The priest cried out with clenched teeth, a sharp pain piercing his rear. One couldn't tell if his gritting teeth were smiling or showing anger. The motorcycle avoided more vehicles for a while, timing its turns to manage for what his sight could not accomplish, but soon enough he was overwhelmed by it all. If this was a race track, things might have been different. But here, on the streets, he couldn't go any faster. This was his limit. Panting, he decelerated his vehicle and looked forward at the running beast, as if slapped in the face. The girl and its beast were nothing but a point at this point.
And then he grinned.
Damn...
