The Race

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I took a deep breath as I shifted gears on my bike, slowing down as my ten followers sped up until they were a good twenty feet behind me. 

I slammed on my breaks so hard that I had to clutch the handles and lean back so that the bike didn’t flip forward.  The ten bikes behind me missed me by just inches, turning around simultaneously and facing me when they realized what I’d done. 

I planted my feet on the ground and pulled out both of my guns in their holsters on my thighs.  Aiming for the two on the outer edge of their formation, I shot at them.

And when the bullets went through them, they flickered and disappeared, bike and all.

Holograms. 

This Race was getting more technological then they’d ever had before. 

I put my guns back in there holsters and revved my engine.  I didn’t want to waste any more bullets on the stupid holograms if they weren’t going to bleed.

I shot forward, aiming to the point of the remaining formation.  And when I got close enough, I swerved to the right and kicked out with my left foot.  I felt it connect with something, which shouldn’t have happened since all of them weren’t real.  But when I looked in my side mirror, I saw the bike tip over with the ‘person’ on it and flicker, finally disappearing.

Three down, seven to go. 

They didn’t take their time turning back around and shooting off after me.  The one that had been on the right of the point took center and the others created a new formation around him. 

He caught up with me when I reached seventy miles an hour.  I quickly glanced at him and then aimed a kick at his bike, not him.  When his lost control, I saw him wobble and crash to the ground, vanishing. 

The five others were quick to put down, too.  They basically did what the others did as a way of trying to get me.  They were easy far easier than I thought they were going to be. 

Hold on.  I’d only gotten nine of the holograms and there were ten before.

I looked around me but couldn’t see the last bike anywhere.  But when I faced forward to see if it was anywhere in front of me, the sound of an engine came up beside me. 

When I saw the holograms arm shoot out at me, I put on my breaks and it continued forward.  It slammed on its breaks and turned around toward me.  I quickly jumped off my bike, getting ready for it since I knew that it was going to come back for me. 

And I was right. 

The hologram shot toward me at maybe forty miles an hour.  I stood strong, ready to stop him.  I crouched down, narrowing my eyes as it got closer. 

I jumped to the side and my arm shot out just as he was about to collide with me.  The hologram was more solid than I thought it would be.  When the bike sped forward, skidding on its side and crashing into a tree, it didn’t disappear like all of the others.  The holographic person slammed into the ground and I heard the breath rush out of it even through its helmet. 

But holographs didn’t breathe, so this one was…an actual person. 

He jumped up then and started toward me.  Aiming a punch at my head, I caught his arm and threw him over my shoulder.  He landed on his back, but was quickly standing again. 

Coming at me again, I blocked each punch with my arms, aiming a few of my own punches at him.  When one of mine caught him in the stomach, he doubled over.  I was ready to thrust my knee up when he put his hands up in surrender.  I stopped warily, stepped away from him.