The sound of heavy metal music screamed into the helmet, blocking out all noises around, even the occasional car honk and purr of the Suzuki GSX250R. Rain pattering agents the bikers helmet like bullets as it rolled off his leather jacket and jeans as well, his steel toes boots tapping the foot shifter to the beat of the music. Fingerless gloves gripping the hand clutch as the bike bended around the corner.

Mk was in a hurry, nothing bad was happening, other than that he would get a major schooling for being home late three days in a row for dinner. His girlfriend was a garage grease monkey, always tinkering with new shit or finding something to fix and cruise in. She also had the bad habit of singeing his tail fur if he got to close when she's mad, but he still would rip her out of the pits of hell if she died, because she was his and only his. Not even hell can have her.

Mk hummed in triumph as he rolled down the 'run down' part of town, but it was just bikers with cool ass homes and a few pot heads. Houses may look abandoned or crap, but they are actually really well kept. He saw his garage door open with his girlfriend and best friends, Mei and Redson, sitting on the brown leather sofa, hiding from the rain.