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I pull a hard right barely missing a blue car screaming past me,I look back in the review mirror and see purple eyes looking back at me. I tighten my gloved hands around the steering wheel my knuckles bare white as I race around the next corner, I can see my opponent up ahead and to the left, riding in the incoming lane staring down a semi, he wavers for an instant and pulls away, I see him drop back behind me, I take the lead and a smirk rises to my rouged lips, I preen my new haircut a blonde backwards mullett as I swerve recklessly though evening traffic in a tunnel I have never seen.
SHIT.
He's up ahead again , must have slipped past me while I was daydreaming, he turns left up ahead turning into into a tunnel with a low overhang. Time slows down, almost stops. theres's a bright flash. An explosion with no sound. I'm worried. Time goes back to normal and I turn around the corner to see what has happened, the car is gone, nothing left but burning bits and pieces, the train hit him dead on. He lies on the ground like a broken toy backlit by the flames of his opulence. Blood and brain matter dripping into a dark crack in the floor.
Dark shadows cloud my mind, and I remember 6 months ago in a sunny cafe,
we told ourselves it didn't mean anything.
I hadn't seen him in two months.

He was a wolf.

Description
I pull a hard right barely missing a blue car screaming past me,I look back in the review mirror and see purple eyes looking back at me. I tighten my gloved hands around the steering wheel my knuckles bare white as I race around the next corner, I can see my opponent up ahead and to the left, riding in the incoming lane staring down a semi, he wavers for an instant and pulls away, I see him drop back behind me, I take the lead and a smirk rises to my rouged lips, I preen my new haircut a blonde backwards mullett as I swerve recklessly though evening traffic in a tunnel I have never seen.
SHIT.
He's up ahead again , must have slipped past me while I was daydreaming, he turns left up ahead turning into into a tunnel with a low overhang. Time slows down, almost stops. theres's a bright flash. An explosion with no sound. I'm worried. Time goes back to normal and I turn around the corner to see what has happened, the car is gone, nothing left but burning bits and pieces, the train hit him dead on. He lies on the ground like a broken toy backlit by the flames of his opulence. Blood and brain matter dripping into a dark crack in the floor.
Dark shadows cloud my mind, and I remember 6 months ago in a sunny cafe,
we told ourselves it didn't mean anything.
I hadn't seen him in two months.

He was a wolf.