The outskirts the regects of london we called it, where daylight is a rarity and police are never seen unless there coming in for the girls. As soon as I got to my little house I parked the bike and just pulled it inside leaning it up against my work bench.
My house is little but I love it, Build it myself my little kitchen against the wall to the right with my work bench on the back wall with all my computers and tools, to the left was my little bathroom and the little stairs to the uper level with my bed and a skylight. I got some tools and began wripping this bike apart for parts, I clicked the radio on listening to the reports from the tower as I worked for a good long while my hands getting tired and my face oil covered. I heard a noise outside so turned off my radio cleaning off my hands with a cloth I heard another noise again so I grabbed my gun opening the door letting the light from inside flooding the door way outside “Someone there?” I ask into the dark
I saw a pair of feet sneakers, new ones, red with black laces “whoever you are, your lost. Turn around London is about twenty mile back the way you came” I tell them
“Uhh No, I'm not lost” he answered it was that boy from earlier that contin guy he stepped forward so I could see him in the light from my door he rubbed the back of his neck looking scared
“what do you want?” I ask supried to see a london boy this far out
“You took my bike” he says “Can I have it back?” he asks
“why? You seem like a rich kid can't you just go get another one?” I ask
“I could” he nods “but... Please it's my bike I would really like it back” He says
“Anyone follow you?” I ask stepping out my door
“No, I don't think so” he says checking behind him
“Alright” I sigh “Come in” I nod putting my gun down and letting him in shutting my door behind him “Jacket off!” I order
“why?” he asked
“want your fucking bike or not?” I ask and he nods taking his jacket off putting it on the chair by my desk and shruged his clothes hung to him tightly “Undo your shirt” I tell him
“what!” he asked grabbing his shirt tightly
“Want your bike?” I ask waving the keys at him and he sighed taking a slow breath before undoing all the little buttons on his shirt letting it hang open exposing his pale skinny body, I went close to him making him look confused as I checked his back and his arms “No track, alright” I sigh giving him the keys “I've been fixing it up, taking the trackers out and such like” I explain
“Ohh, thanks I guess” he shruged doing his shirt back up and rolling up his sleaves to his elbows as I sat back at the bike he sat behind me looking at what I had done “what are you, some kinda mechanic lady?” he asked me a little puzzled
“Kinda” I sigh as I work
“what was your name again?” he asked rubbing his neck again
“Maxine” I smile
“Maxine what?” he asked fiddling with one of my tools, I wripped it out his hand and put it with my other tools
“Maxine Damma” I answer
“Damma?... maxine damma, maxine damma where have I heard that before” he says more to himself “Maxine Damma...” He says before he stook a sharp breath “Your- Your one of those” he began
“Yes, now please shut up” I sigh getting on with my work
“Your a britania federation rebal” he said very shocked slowly backing away from me till he hit my wall
“Relax, the stories aren't true london boy” I sigh
“You- You lot Kill london children” he stuttered
“That's what they say now? Fucking hell” I laugh
“You- You posion people” He stuttered sounding very scared
“How imaginative” I laugh
“You- ahhh! You made me take my clothes off! Are you going to rape me and throw me over a overpass?” he asks slightly crying
“Ohh come on!” I complain getting up “That's what londoner's think of us! When the hell has anyone every been raped and thrown over an overpass?” I ask
“I – I I don't know” he stuttered
“Arseholes” I sigh “Were rebals not the bloody boogie man, it's stupid londoners tell the kids horror stories” I sigh
“So... you don't do that?” he asked
“No” I laugh as I got back to work
“You're not as horrible as the stories” He smiled moving back to sit next to me
“Cheers” I laugh “what do they say then? What do londoners tell there little boy and girls about the BF?” I ask
“That people who live in the outlands are mutated from the great waste” he explained “and only get worse the more they inbreed with each other” he explained
“Okay now that is fucking rude” I sigh “I have been out here my whole life, never seen anyone even mildly mutated genetic or otherwise. Ohh except that one guy he had seven toes. That was strange” I explain
“Really?” He laughs and I nod
“I wont be done for a little while, want something to eat?” I offer
“Uhh no thanks” he answered looking worried
“Relax, I'm not trying to poisen you” I laugh getting two sugar pops and offering one to him “look still sealed” I laugh and he happily took it giving it a try
“Ummmm! What is this?” he asks
“A sugar pop” I laugh opening my own and starting to suck on it as I work
“It's Amazing” he smirked “what is sugar?” he asked
“You don't know what sugar is?” I ask “Ohh right, sugar gt outlawed in london” I laugh “you properbly shouldn't have this” I tell him trying to take it away but he moved away keeping it close to him “Alright fine” I laugh working on the bike “what else do they say in london?” I ask
“That BF men brake into houses and steal babies” he explained
“No, we do not do that” I laugh
“That BF men take young girls for uses” he explained
“Well, we do not do that either” I smile
“My mum always said outlanders girls where horrible, that they where the most ugly women in the whole world” he laughed and I glared at him “But... you don't seem it. Your very beautiful actully Maxine” He smiles at me “what do you guys to... when you come to london?” he asks
“Wreck buildings, cause horrible havok in order to make our point” I tell him
“What about when your out here?” He asks
“Live” I answer “what do you do?” I ask him “In london?”
“Ohh I work at London print, I'm an editor” he sighs “Thats all, nothing important” He shruged
“Really?” I ask him quickly
“Yeah, Why?” he asked licking the sugar pop
“How do you feel about the BF? Without the horror stories?” I ask
“I- I guess I never really thought about it to be honest” he answered rubbing the back of his neck “I mean you guys can't be all bad. But there- sorry you're always on the news not doing the best of things for londoners” he says
“Great” I sigh “That's the problem with londoners you only think about how this shit effect you, your all selfish you couldn't give to shades of shit what happens to the rest of us out here!” I yell “You all just think what you're told to think by your percious master player” I sigh
“Hold on Hold on!” he says putting his hand on my arm “I never said I didn't agree with you, I don't on a lot of things but... I don't agree with london on everything either” He says and I pushed his arm away
“like what?” I ask
“The whole..scanning you in and out of everywhere I always feel like someones following me” he answered seeming nervous and scared to say it almost checking over his shoulder
“Contin” I laugh making him look back to me “Your safe, your outside of london you can say what you like” I laugh
“I don't like how we get forced into marriage, when I get married I wanna mary her for love not because we have like six weeke left before they patner us up” He sighed “maybe I don't wanna get married yet and setal down, maybe I wanna find a nice girl rather then get one thrown at me who's about as excited to marry me as I am to marry her, and the fact I have to be married I have two more birthdays before I am forced to, and Maybe I don't want a kid!” He yelled before I grabbed his hands
“Whoa... okay I get it contin” I laugh “You have a lot of repressed anger don't you” I laugh
“well where not allowed to complain about this stuff in london, so I never have before” he shruged
“aww, thats cute, come on say one of the big nine” I giggle
“The- really! I couldn't!” he says nervously
“your outside of london contin knowone will arrest you” I smile he looked nervous but a little excited
“You promise you wont tell on me?” he asked
“Contin I'm a BF rebel you can say them all you like” I laugh and he giggled
“B- B- Bugger!” he yelled before covering his mouth
“There you go” I laugh “You can say all of them if you want” I laugh
“all of them?” he asks and I nod he took a deap breath before yelling quiet loudly “fuck! Shit! Bloody hell! Arse! Dam! Tit! Wank! freanking! Bugger!” he yelled before giggling like a little kid
“you alright?” I laugh
“Yeah” he smiles “I- I don't think I've ever said them outloud before” he blushed “I like it here” He smiles
“I do to, part of why left really” I smile “I don agree with you the assinged marrage is kinda shit” I laugh “Hasn't been a wedding in the outlands for years” I laugh
“Really? One almost a day in london, esspecaily given the fourty second generation are all coming to marry age” He sighed
“Yeah because If they don't they'll get thrown together with someone else on the same street” I laugh
“True, what did make you leave maxine?” He asks
“All done” I smile finishing his bike “No trackers, no limiter, you can run off the tracks, go over thirty and pop from london to the outlands with no issues” I explain
“Oh thank you so much” He smiled “I don't know how I could possibly repay you maxine” He cheered
“Save your londoner money contin, no use to me here” I sigh going and laying on my bed
“Would you uhh... mind if I came back? To like visit? It gets really boring in london days I'm not working. I'd love to come and swear with you again” he blushed
“Do what you want” I shrug
“Okay, well It was nice meeting you maxine” he smiled taking his bike out and I heard him reving it and going off back to london, so I locked my door and got ready for a cold night.
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