Sure, illegal street racing wasn't the safest way to make money, but it definitely got you the big bucks.

You were clasping the velcro on your leather gloves, adjusting and tightening them—making sure they were on nice and tight.

The moonlight shone gently on your helmet's tinted visor along with your motorcycle. People crowd onto the abandoned highway, ready to watch another epic race with the Orion—literally the best underground racer in the state.

Speaking of the devil: your eyes scan the area around you, looking out for the racers you would be competing with, that's when your eyes lock on to a deathly glare.

Orion, his dark brown eyes which we basically black during the night, not breaking away from yours. Was it an intimidation tactic? He was leaned cooly on his pitch black motorcycle, his arms loosely crossed. His black helmet was rested on top of his motorcycle, his black hair a bit messy, his features sharp, his eyes like death itself.

Did it scare you? Maybe. Were you going to look away? Probaly not.

The race was 30 minutes away from starting so perhaps you had some time to meet your competition.