He pushed open the door to his “now getting old” Lamborghini, and stood up in the fresh noon air. He was glad to be lucky enough to show up when all the Chopper fans weren’t trying to shove themselves up James’ ass like giant dildos. He had watched all three Biker Manias on the Discovery Channel…he knew how it worked. A couple months ago he had called James and requested a custom made bike. James had no objections and informed him the day to pick it up.

Raziel couldn’t wait to take the girl for a spin. Ever since he was a college student he had wanted a custom made Chopper of his own. Now that he had the money…it had become reality. He shivered with anticipation as he tried his best to make it to the open garage doors without limping. His leather duster swept the dust from his path as it nearly touched the ground. He had the perfect boots for driving a motorcycle. His normal biker boots. Under the jacket he wore a “Most Wanted Bin Laden Dead or Deader” shirt on and black jeans.

As he entered the shop he heard his boots thud off of the concrete floor. Must be lunch time for the boys, he thought as he stopped in the middle of the car and chopper display. He looked around at the numerous vehicles built by the great Jesse James himself and wondered if he had gotten into the wrong business after all. One car definitely caught his eye. It was entirely black except for the side markings which were dark purple. In the sun it would look a lot cooler…but in the shadows…it was nothing but a plain ole’ car. He began to circle around the car checking out every inch of it.

“I see you like The Wraith…”

Raziel looked up to see James standing in front of “The Wraith” with a grin on his face. It looked like he had just come out of the shop because his face was dirty and he was drenched with sweat.

“…but what you came to get…you’ll like even more.”

Raziel smiled and walked up to him. They shook hands and exchanged greetings as they walked towards the back of the warehouse.

“I hope my bike didn’t cause any problems for you and your boys.”

Jesse laughed and opened the door leading to the back garage. Where all the custom made bikes were.

“Not at all my man, it was a great experience to make this bike…I believe it is gold!”

They made their way into the middle of the garage where a bike was covered in a blue sheet. Jesse went to the opposite side of the bike, facing Raziel, and grabbed the sheet in his right fist.

“Let me introduce you to…”

He ripped the sheet away exposing the masterpiece.

“…Lights Out!”

Raziel was nearly dumbfounded. It was more than he could ever have imagined. James really did give his all into this bike and Raziel was instantly grateful. He took a step forward with a relaxed grin on his face and lightly touched the silver handlebars.

“You gotta be shittin me…”

His eyes went down the body of the bike. The gas tank was cut in angles like a lightning bolt with “Raziel” going across the front of it in lightning font. The seat was white leather and the frame was the same as the gas tank. The fenders said “Lights Out” as well. The tires were amazing. The entire bike was just amazing.

“This bike is sick!!!”

Jesse looked down at the bike with pride.

“It sure is…”

Raziel had already paid for the bike…but he loved it so much he was willing to give Jesse more. The wheels did it for him though. The frames were shaped like lightning bolts! Three layers of them which would make it look like they were moving while the wheel spun. He pulled his wallet out of his inside pocket and pulled out nearly 600 dollars. Jesse saw this and smiled.

“Naw man…making the bike was enough pay for me…keep the money”

Raziel stopped pulling out the money and raised his eyebrow.

“You sure, Jess? I mean…it won’t be much of a set back.”

James shook his head still smiling.

“Keep it…wanna take it for a test drive? I did before…it runs like a charm.”

Raz merely chuckled and lifted his leg over the side. He rested onto the seat and felt himself sink into it.

“Damn man…my uncle once had a chopper…old-fashioned…I loved that thing as a child…this bike brings back memories my man…I applaud you…I don’t take easily to most people…but you…I can make an exception…you make damn good bikes!”

They both laugh as Raz turns the key in the ignition. The chopper comes to life with a rumble and a grumble.

“I can feel the power between my legs!”

“Don’t get too excited man…”

Jesse says this as he pushes the button for the garage door to open. As it opens Raziel steadily walks the bike in neutral towards the door. He squints as the sun shows upon his face.

“Ah man…”

He reaches inside his jacket which is beginning to get really hot, and pulls out his pair of shades, putting them on his face.

“I’ll be back…when I get back.”

He nods to Jesse as he drives out onto the street…

Ten minutes later he is already on a straight desolate road. The sun is high in the sky as he speeds on both sides. He laughs and spits to the side as the wind rips away at him like a piece of cloth. He could feel his jacket flapping behind him like a cape. He loved it. He was having the time of his life…until some asshole decided to get him angry!

The sports car came out of nowhere behind him, horn blazing. Raziel slowed down and looked over his shoulder to see a tough looking jock behind the wheel of the Tiburon. He had a smile on his face as he looked at his hot girlfriend next to him and then back at Raziel. Before Raziel turned his head he saw the fool throw him the finger…this pissed him off.

He decided to speed ahead towards the end of the rode before turning so his bike stood in the middle of the road as a roadblock. He got off the bike and pulled out a cigarette. He pulled out his silver lighter and lit the cig as the Tiburon came to a halt in front of him. The jock was already out of the car.

“You wanna die, crazy man?”

Raziel smirked and took a drag out of his cigarette. He remained silent as the jock that was overdosed with cologne stood nose to nose with him.

“Move your stupid little bike before I hurt you!”

Raziel looked down at his feet as he held the cigarette between his fingers.

“Look at me you son of a…ahhhhhhh!”

The man fell to his knees holding his face from the burn just caused by Raziel’s cigarette. Raziel laughed and took another drag from the cigarette and turned the engine on. He set the wheels for burn out and they began to spin nonstop without moving the bike.

He dropped to his knees next to the man and growled.

“Shouldn’t of thrown me the middle finger you little bitch! Now your not getting it back!”

Raziel laughed as he pulled the jock’s middle finger out of its socket and rammed it into the wheel. Blood splattered everywhere as the man screamed in pain. The girl in the car screamed as well and pulled out her cell phone. Raziel stood up and kicked the man in the gut as he held his bloody hand.

“Where did it go..hmm?”

He crouched down and pulled the finger out from underneath the man. He looked at it for a short moment before throwing it out into the desert.

“Fetch boy!”

He laughed as he got back onto the bike.

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Twenty minutes after the highway incident, Raziel pulled back into the West Coat Chopper garage. Jesse stood inside waiting for him. Raziel turned the engine off and stepped off the bike.

“How did it go?”

Raziel smirked.

“Better than I ever dreamed!”

He leaned against the wall as Jesse began to inspect it for damages. When he got to the back tire he looked up at Raz.

“You hit a possum or something? Because there is blood on the tire.”

Raziel laughed and looked at the tire.

“Guess I did!”

The scene ends.

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The new scene opens up in front of Raziel’s home. The sun is nearly gone as he leans against his new Chopper and looks straight at the camera.

“Well today has been action packed! I never thought that the same day I got my dream bike that I would be able to sever a guy’s finger with it as well! I love it! There has been more violence this past week than any other in my career! I can tell this is it! I am back for good this time!”

Heather Halliwell makes her way from the inside of the house in a white tube top and blue hip hugger jeans on. She examines the bike and then puts her arms around Raziel’s neck and leans her head on his shoulder.

“Hey babe…cutting a promo right now…be with you in a sec. Well…right…where was I? Oh yes! The violence! It is great! I have bludgeoned Dynamite yet again and ripped open his chest like a Thanksgiving turkey! What is that? The second? Third time I did that? Can’t help it…I dunno why though…”

He looks down for a few moments before looking back up.

“All I got to say to you is…I am not done with you yet…could happen Thursday…could happen two weeks from now! Who knows! But another beating will happen! And of course…you will be the victim again! Like always! People ask me why I turn on everyone…why I am always a loner in the end! It is because I trust no one! And I have told people time and again that I myself can’t be trusted either…so stop crying about me breaking our trust! I didn’t lie last night Dynamic Dick! I will be there wherever you turn! And every time I will lay a beating on you! Now if you guys excuse me…I have matters to attend to!”

The scene fades as Raziel and Heather begin to make out at sunset.

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