Fiction: Group 4
‘Damn, that car is quick. Easy now, don’t want to- And they are already after us. Man, do the
police ever give us a break?’ You sighed as you watched the rear view mirror for a short while.
Your head quickly whipped around as they started screaming the sirens as well, as if the lights
weren’t enough, we already know you’re chasing us damn it, that’s not going to stop us! Woah, weaving
our way through, never thought you were going to rev it up that much, eh?
You held onto the petite woman driving the motorcycle, catching up to the car that held your
goal. Sugar was the nickname you had given said woman. She works at this mechanics place, but owns a
pretty sweet motorbike. You used to own it a few years back. One day you needed it fixed, but you had no
money, so you gave it to her and in return, you could call her up anytime and get a ride. It worked for both
parties, she got to get out of work and you were able to commit to…other things.
Today was one of those days when you needed her to drive you around, but as usual, you were a
suspect and the police were on your tail 24/7, but to your amusement, have never actually caught you. Just
like some Tom-and-Jerry cartoon, or something.
As the chase continued, you got bored, deciding to just hurry things up.
“See those lights up there? At that crossroads? Well they’re about to change to red, just keep going,
we might loose them if other traffic comes from another direction.” You called out over the rushing wind.
Sugar sped up, racing through the amber light, barely missing an oncoming taxi and making safely
across. Now all you have to do is get the bag from that van and-
“Cecilia? Yeah? We have it, on our way back now, see you in ten minutes or so. Yeah, alright,
bye. …Oh and one more thing, would you mind making me a cup of tea? Thanks.”
6:30PM
Reality One:
‘Go on, just walk up to her, you can do this. Negotiate. Yeah, just talking usually does the trick…
No violence necessary. I mean, what’s suspicious about an early paycheck? Just keep things as simple as
possible.’
You hesitated before walking through the doorway, the door sliding closed behind you. You
fidgeted and straightened your suit, doubt building up in your mind.
Nearly there, just step, one, two, one two. There she is. She looks busy. Alright. Calm down. Just
wait. I think she’s finished.
You cleared your throat, her head turning to see you, eyes narrowed like a predator on it’s prey,
tight lips hanging naturally in a frown.
“Yes? Hurry up, don’t keep be waiting.”
“A-Ah yes, well, you see, I’ve been having some, er, difficulties lately, yes, and I was wondering if
you would uh, let me have my paycheck early…? Maybe…? Please…?” You wanted to face-palm so hard
at your appalling performance, your voice was clearly shaking and unsure.
“…” Her eyes stared sharply, burning into yours. “No.” She motioned to the bag at her heels. “I
need this money for my own issues thank you very much, now get back to work before I deduct this weeks
payment.”
Her long, elaborate fingernails reached down to the bag, but you knew you were quicker. You
knew you could get there before her. You knew you would get fired. But, you knew it was better than
facing Cecilia. You knew you could do it.
So you did.
Reality Two:
As you saw Sugar approach, you grinned and gave her a wave. She slowed down and let you on
before speeding off, the roar of the engine breaking the evening, subtle glow. You adjusted your helmet as
she drove, telling her directions every now and then. You kept to the far side of Guang Zhou, riding
through the alleys on the outskirts. The quiet chill sent shivers down your spine, but you shrugged it off,
keeping a sharp eye out.
Then you saw it. The green bag, just how Cecilia had described it, in what you thought must the
guy’s hands, and now he’s…passing it to someone else? No that’s not right. Sugar glanced to them,
understanding and took an exit off the alley and pulled up next to them, a quiet service road on your right
hand side.
