Page 63 of Clash
We could hear sirens in the distance, alerting us that someone called the cops.
“Let’s roll out, boys! Prospect, light this motherfucker up!”
Pussycat grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”
When we were all a good distance away. Pussycat pulled back his arm, holding a bottle filled with gasoline he had stuffed with a towel and soaked in the flammable liquid, lit that shit on fire, and let it fly.
The inferno that followed was fucking mind-blowing. The bottle impacted the back of one of the cars, igniting it almost instantly.
BOOM!
The first car exploded like a goddamn bomb. Rocking us all to the core. Glass shattered around us, littering the ground in ash, shards of glass, and pieces of burnt metal. The stench of gasoline filled the air, mixing with the stench of burning flesh that wafted out of one car in particular.Those poor motherfuckers. They should’ve picked a better club.
At first, it was only the one car that was on fire, but then like a line of dominoes or a synchronized fireworks display, the seven other cars followed.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
It was fucking amazing.
“FUCK YEAH!” I shouted, pumping my arm in the air. “BURN BABY BURN!”
The rest of my brothers started hollering as well, none of us too concerned about the cops who were on their way. Austin cops take forever. The firetruck probably would be here first.
“Come on, let’s g—” Snyder’s voice was cut off by a massive explosion. We all hit the ground as the warehouse’s roof went flying into the air, hitting the ground a few feet away from us.
That wasn’t supposed to happen…
“Fuck, we better get out of here,” Snyder shouted over the noise of metal cracking and hitting the ground, the fragments being thrown at us like tiny atom bombs. “Get back to the clubhouse, all of you!”
We scattered, some of us hopping on our bikes, others jumping into cages. Skid, Pussycat, Poison, and I, all hopped inthe vehicle we rode in here on, speeding down the road away from the crime scene. We didn’t see a single fucking cop on the ride. We could hear them, but none of them were close enough to arrive on the scene. Figures. Austin is the last place I’d want an emergency to happen. They’d rather let you die, than show up to save you.
Once back at the clubhouse, my fellow brothers filed inside, all of them chattering about how fucking awesome it was when the roof of that building blew off, shocking us all.
Snyder stopped a few feet away from the door, staring at me like I was fucking crazy.
“Clash, aren’t you coming inside?”
For a few seconds, I just stood there, contemplating what my next move should be. A part of me wanted to walk inside with everyone else and figure out what we should do next, but the other part of me had somewhere else I needed to be.
“Clash?” Snyder shouted across the parking lot, just as Shasta came racing out to embrace him in a hug, the fear evident in her eyes, and the needy kiss she laid on him.
Yuck. I’m not staying here to watch this shit.
Shaking my head, I threw on my lid, mounted my bike, and revved the fucking engine.
“CLASH!” he shouted again. “Get the fuck back here!”
