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[INDENT][I][B][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 2016 - The Night Of The Explosion[/COLOR][/sup][/B][/I]
[INDENT]Kalvin was riding his motorcycle down the highway on the outskirts of Larissa, weaving in and out of traffic, speeding up on the side of a car, a Yellow Porsche Carrera S4, a car more expensive than the entire block that Kalvin lived in. Inside was an older man in a ill fitting two piece suit, a tacky tie around his neck, and on his side was his presumed trophy wife, a hot blonde thing less than half his age. Kal grinned under his visor, breaking slightly, he pulled up next to the passenger door, lifted his visor and waved, flashing a smile at the two. The woman giggled and the man grunted as he revved the engine of his car, pushing the very expensive car far past the speed limit. The biker smiled, pulling down the visor and chasing after, the sports car was no match for the trimmed bike one tenth of it's price, as Kalvin blew past the Porsche and into the distance, vanishing from sight when he went past a Blue van.

He continued down the road at break neck speeds, focusing on each car he passed, leaning to the right, leaning to the left, pushing the machine he was sitting on to it's very limits, but at the same time, pushing his mind in the very same way. That was the way it used to be, anyway, now, he had gotten used to the speed, the engine could not go faster than he pushed it, he needed a new thrill.

Taking a left on the next exit, he headed towards the center of the Somerset district, past the overpass, he was going to meet up with a girl who worked at the local plant, she was a.. Honestly, Kalvin didn't know, her name was.. Cindy? Yeah, Cindy sounded about right to him.

As the engine roared it was overshadowed by the loud explosion, sounding like a very pissed off thunderclap. Coming from the direction the young biker was heading in, in front of him, a blue Honda Civic skidded to a halt, turning sideways on the freeway, getting hit by a car from the back, forcing Kalvin to steer to the right, his bike slipping from under him and he was sent over the railing. Plummeting to his death, all he could feel was nothing. Followed by a warm energy, like rays of sun, or warm water, and in the next his eyes shot open with a surge of adrenaline. Falling head-first, he held his arms in front of his face, in the next moment he landed on the ground, it hurt, sure, but no worse than when he fell of his bicycle, a few bruises and scratches on his forearms that had parried his fall. He looked up, to a city in chaos, people screaming all around.

[COLOR=SILVER]”What the hell happened?”[/COLOR]
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