The Carrier

Chapter 1 - The Accident

So after his shift he would always go to them. He loved his family and he was content with his life, but it was nice to go there and forget about all his responsibilities for a while, for a couple of hours. After all, he was just a twenty-two-year-old bloke; he was still so young. And the adrenaline of riding at night, when everyone was in their houses didn’t have equal.

Once he got to the warehouse where the gang met, he got off of his bike and walked towards the others. The fifteen members of the gang greeted him with smiles and nods of their heads and he only stopped next to Scott, the one who was almost like a father to Louis. He also believed he was like a son to Scott.

“How was your day, son?” Scott asked wrapping his arm around Louis in one tight and rough hug before letting him go.

“Long,” the blue-eyed boy replied with a shrug. “Rich kids get on my nerves.”

“On everyone’s nerves, Louis. They are like a plague,” Scott commented with a deep laugh. “Anyways, we have good news. There’s a race tonight and you can get a good amount of money. I’m sure your mother will make good use of it.”

“Emily needs new shoes. Hers have holes now,” Louis confessed. Out of the gang, only Scott new about Louis monetary issues at home.

“Then you’ll buy those new shoes tomorrow, son.”

After a while there, before checking all their bikes were at their finest, they left in group to the intersection where the race was going to take place. Louis was confident; he was a good biker. He learnt everything from Scott and he was the best.

Once they found the street they met with all the other gangs. They were loud, drinking, even fighting. Typical of riders at that time at night. Louis was used to it, he didn’t even flinch when two blokes jumped in front of him, fighting among themselves. Louis just drove past them and followed his own gang.

Twenty minutes later, he was ready to run. He was sure he was going to win, plus, the other biker had had a few beers already —he was quite drunk—, so he wasn’t at his fullest. Louis had heard of him, he was called Chains and he was a strong built man, all his head shaved and he had many tattoos. Emily would be so scared of him.

“Ready to lose, pretty boy?” Chains mocked him and Louis ignored him, didn’t even blink. “What? Your mummy ain’t let you talk to strangers?” The man insisted and Louis rolled his eyes.

“No, but I don’t allow myself to waste my time with brainless dicks.” He turned right just to give him a cocky smirk before focusing on the girl who was going to give the sign to start.

“I’m gonna finish ya tonight,” Chains promised and Louis only rolled his eyes. He had met so many like him before.

All the bikers were around, the excitement was in the sky, everyone shouting and trying to get even closer to see the race. The engines were roaring already and Louis was ready to win. The adrenaline tensed all his muscles and he knew that getting the victory that night would mean new shoes for Emily, a better life for her so no one would mess with her at school anymore. He would protect his little sister, he would look after her.

The bandana went down and Louis sprinted in one fluid movement, leaving Chains behind immediately. That was Louis speciality, a quick and unexpected start. But Chains was good, as well, he had a big and fast bike and although Louis was great, he didn’t have the money to enhance his bike all the time and that always played against him. Still, he did his best to keep the advantage he had won already.

He could see Chains getting closer and closer and he was riding at top speed, his bike couldn’t go faster. But it had to be enough, for Emily, it had to be enough.

But it wasn’t. Chains caught with him and not only that, he attacked Louis. Chains’ bike was larger than Louis' and he threw that at Louis, over and over again, to scare him. The blue-eyed boy tried to keep his balance, he fought to keep in track, but the moment Chains actually hit him with his leg, both lost it.

In a matter of seconds, Louis’ bike was on top of him, dragging him across the pavement, rolling over him, breaking all his bones, losing parts along the way. It seemed endless, like it was never going to stop, but it did, it finally did and Louis was still alive… barely. He didn’t even feel his body anymore, but he was conscious, he could see Chains with his bike on top of him as well a few metres away, still, not even screaming. Louis wasn’t screaming anymore, he didn’t feel anything.

He moved, or he tried to move and it was only then that he felt something, a pain so brutal that he screamed like he had never screamed. In agony, he looked at his body and saw something that froze his blood. A part of his bike was inside his body, passing through his torso, with blood bubbling like in a fountain.

But that wasn’t the worst part. That wasn’t all.

He also saw how the petrol tank was perforated and the petrol was dripping all over his body. That wasn't good, that was dangerous and if he didn’t move quickly, he was going to die, right there. But how could he move if he had a massive iron bar crossing his body and pinning him against the pavement?

He started to grow anxious, trying to move but it only hurt more and more and he started to actually feel how all his bones were broken, his legs in the most unnatural angle, his arms didn’t move. Not a single part of his body replied to his mental orders. He was trapped and no one was on their way. Chains and him were trapped there.

But then the worst happened: Chains’ bike exploded, a big and loud boom that probably everyone heard. That would bring the others, that would alert them of the accident… but it would be too late because by the time they would make it to where they were, Louis was going to be dead. He knew it. He had accepted it.

“Emily,” he whispered, thinking that he wasn’t going to buy her new shoes, that he wasn’t going to protect her from the evil kids at school. “Mum,” he called next. Who was going to help her at home? Who was going to bring money at home now? They needed him. They couldn’t be left alone. “I’m sorry,” he whined and the moment those words left his lips, his bike exploded too, taking his life with it, but not his love, not his responsibility, not his determination.

The explosion took the body, not the soul.

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So that's how Louis died... now you need to wait to see how the became a carrier. I'll probably update next chapter on Sunday. Tomorrow I update The Comeback!

At the sidebar, a picture of Emily.

Dedication to @BabyBrit17. I hope you like this story.

Bel, xx