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Chapter 6

Day 1:  Eastbell, Icewynne, That other random street downtown, still running for their lives, Dark Hour

"Holy shit this is awesome!" Arsen shouted over the engine as the motorcycle zoomed off to god knows where. He fired off another round, two of the bullets hit the car's engine, the car burst into what looked like flames. No. These were not flames, they looked like an assortment of letters and numbers; the car had dispersed into letters and numbers.

"What is all that?"

"Data."

"Data? Like computer stuff data?"

"Yeah... Like computer stuff..."

Arsen stared at the car, no longer moving in the middle of the street, other cars and cycles seemed to be hovering around them on it's own a few honked for them to get out of the way. Soon the car was out of sight as their motorcycle zipped off further down the street. "How is that even possible?"

"How am I supposed to know? What am I, the supreme overlord of technologic acid trips?"

"I don't know. maybe? You're at least some kind of genius of something."

He recalled how she was able to start the complex motorcycle that seemed float in mid-air with a few swipes of her finger.

"I'm not a genius, I'm just not an noob like you."

He grinned.

"Yeah I am pretty stupid...but hey you gotta admit this is pretty fun"

It was true, in less than an hour, Arsen had woken up at a bar, tried some kind of strange rainbow drink and was now involved in a high-speed motorcycle chase with six guys who all wanted him dead. And of course, he met a cute British drinking buddy.

"Hey you, British girl, what's your name?"

"Well it's definitely not 'British girl'"

"Then what is it? What do they call you?"

She paused for a second.

"Sister Snow."

"Huh?"

"That's what they call me, Sister Snow. What about you, what do they call you Mexican Boy?

"Uh...Foreshadow"

"Foreshadow?"

"Yeah but with a one...a-and an underscore too. Foreshadow Underscore One"

"...That's a really stupid name"

"Yeah, stupid names are all the rage where I'm from."

"Oh yeah? Tell me another stupid name ."

"Trump."

Nova snorted, "How about I just call you Shadow?"

"Right, and I'll call ya Snow"

She nodded. "Fine with me."

Their conversation was interrupted by the noise or rather the lack of noise from their cycle. The engine, once roaring loudly, had gone mute. And the once vibrant colors pulsing through the machine were now dull and lifeless. Arsen noticed the cycle seemed to be slowing down as well.

"Erm, I'm pretty sure this thing is out of juice."

As if on cue, the motorcycle, once floating, suddenly crashed to the ground. There was a loud BOOM! as the heavyweight machine plummeted and made contact with the floor, it barrel rolled sending both Arson and Snow flying. 

"Aw bloody hell!"

 Arson could hear Snow cussing in the distance as she got up, and began to dust herself off.  

He cringed as he stood up.

"You say that a lot."

"That's because I told you already, all of this is a pile of bloody period hell. I've gone from one period to another, except this one threw me in an alternate dimension that looks like Star Wars and My Little Pony quit their jobs to become alcoholics and have a love child at Coachella!"

Arsen moved his mouth to laugh but their conversation was interrupted. It seemed that the six men had caught up with them. They seemed to have finally caught up with them, and they did not look happy.

"Well well well"  it was the smallest of the six. Arsen decided to nickname him "Small Fry" despite how much larger he was than him in comparison. "If it isn't José and his amigo. You know any English now Padre?"

Arsen cocked his head to the side "Ah yes! It's a miracle! Through the power of google translate, and your incredible intimidating figures, I have been healed!"

One of the men, who had horrible yellow teeth grinned wickedly.

"Ah, we're happy to help."

"Yeah," said one with a mockingbird tattoo on his upper neck. "We'd especially be happy to help by snapping your limbs one at a time and throwing ya body parts off a cliff"

The six men chorused in a fit of snickers, a sneer plastered on each of their faces. 

Arsen and Snow backed up as the six closed in, only to find their backs against a wall. They were trapped.