Demon Driver E-Book

Adrian Cole

• Herausgeber: Black Cat Weekly
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 25

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

A catastrophic crash leaves Alan haunted not only by the loss of his friends but also by the elusive motorcyclist responsible. Then his normally everyday life spirals into a dark, vengeful fantasy as a mysterious stranger offers a chilling proposal: revenge. As Alan is pulled deeper into a dark world of guilt and retribution, he must confront the true cost of his desires.

This gripping fantasy explores the blurred lines between justice and vengeance in a haunting narrative of loss and redemption. One of Cole's best.

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DEMON DRIVER, by Adrian Cole

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Copyright © 2015 by Adrian Cole.

Originally published in First published in Demonology.

Published by Wildside Press, LLC.

wildsidepress.com | bcmystery.com

DEMON DRIVER,by Adrian Cole

Yes, I was driving too fast. Yes, I wasn’t concentrating properly, talking to the others in the car. And yes, I skidded, turned the fucking car over and couldn’t stop it smacking into the motorway bridge. My passengers, my three best friends, were all killed, pasted across concrete and tarmac. I was lucky to get out alive, if you can call surviving that horror lucky.

In the aftermath, no one said anything about the motorbike. The bastard riding it must have taken one look at what he had caused—oh yeah, it was his damn fault—and accelerated right out of there. It was close on midnight, the road wasn’t that well lit and there didn’t seem to be any witnesses. I was tossed away from the wreck and knocked senseless when I hit the hard shoulder, or so they told me later when they came to scrape us all up from the scene.

My dreams in hospital were all of that biker. I’d been driving along that section of motorway, a short cut between the country health club we’d been to—playing squash—and home. Ironic. Health club. I’d even stuck to orange juice in the bar afterwards, me being the designated driver for the night. Then along comes this wanker on his super-charged 750 cc Kawasaki rocket launcher, or whatever, and starts playing silly buggers. If he’d just shot by and waved two fingers, I wouldn’t have given a flying fuck, but no, he had to play some sort of dodge and weave game.

He was wearing black leather gear, with a red stripe down one side of it, armpit to ankle and a crash helmet to match. Jet black, with some kind of red and yellow flames motif around it. When he turned his visor towards me it looked like part of a knight’s war helm, or something an astronaut might have worn. More like a machine than a human being. I stared at him briefly and in the back of the car I could hear Ron and Mel shouting abuse at him, laughing and making obscene gestures. Dan, next to me, was half asleep.

When the biker nudged closer to my right hand front wheel, I was certain we’d collide. I braked and let him zoom ahead, but minutes later the biker had dropped back to my pace and started his idiot game again. In the end I took one evasive move too many. We crashed and the biker disappeared. Since then he reappears in my nightmares and I curse the fucker impotently.