“She shone like the Shell of a Jeweled Beetle. Her Tires fat and round like a Bar wench. An engine so loud you could awaken a slumbering old god. And Chrome so shiny you could catch sight of your demise in her gleam…Abigail…”
Once upon a time, At an Impound warehouse, Owned by the Stormwind Guard. centered in a secure spot of the Stormwind Harbors many Piers. A lone guard investigated a sudden and Alarmingly unpleasant noise. Emitting deep within the many tall shelved aisles of the Lot itself. A beastly growling that rattled the air still night air.
VROOOOOOOM “Mahahahaha!”
*VoooooooooM!!!“Mahahahaah, MY mind is on FIRE!” A woman’s brusque accented voice called out from the darkness. *
*Like a Death metal Siren, it rumbled out a Call, Longing for freedom. *
VROOOOOOM-CLINK- The sound of shattering, alarmed the lone guard from his post. Investigating hastily as he entered with the keys to the warehouse of the ‘Evidence warehouse’ of the Guards.
The guard drew his sword, was that a chain breaking???
*He came to find the source of the noise. In the Section where they cordoned off Vehicles. Engineered technologies, the Confiscated belongings of criminals chained to the stockades. A lone shadow appeared, a Dwarf by the shape of it; it was seated atop the ragged leather of a Dusty old Mekgineer’s chopper. *
*“Halt, by order of the guard you are under arrest for trespass dwarf…D-dwarf??” She was a dwarf but he could only see her head and neck, she was bald, stark white skin with black tattoos replacing her shaved eyebrows. *
He gazed upon the tiny Svelte frame of the woman coming fully into view from the shadows, from smoke. Smoke emitting not from her…But the trail of smog the now revving engine produced.
“Now now, don’t be scared. Take a seat, grab my throttle…Be my little Meat Bicycle.”
“No, come here with your hands up and-” The guard couldn’t help but notice he was sweating. When did it get so hot?
Her eyes flared, her bald pale scalp suddenly glowed Alight with Ghostly flaming Red Hair!. The guard feels heat from this flame intensify rapidly, she was resplendent with the Flames of a being beyond the basic dark iron dwarf, as if she brought the molten core to the city!
“THE FIRE BEAST IS HERE FOR BIRTHING! HE BROUGHT ME INTO THE METAL FUN PALACE SO WE COULD START THE PARTY!” She kicked her feet Stepping away as if presenting the bike to him, his eyes stare down at the seat she was offering. It was a G6-cylinder engine, with high end gnomish suspension, chrome piping and titansteel framing rendering it endlessly mobile over all terrain. This vehicle was used to race TITAN CONSTRUCTS in Ulduar. It was the fastest piece of gnomish engineering since the invention of Turbo-charged flying machines. *
“Nnnnnyooo- Oough, is that seat- Actual Borean leather-” The guards eyes flutter, his mind racing with thoughts, not his own, as if crawling into his ears he was hearing voices beam praise and images of him being the first MOTOR-GUARD in the city…
VROOOOOOOOOOM! The BIKE beckoned him closer. His next step, he found himself not concerned with the Dwarf… He found his steps towards the BIKE purposeful, an Urge overtaking. A need…A need for speed. For the Roar of Metal between his legs. His resistance futile as his nostrils filled with the smell of Fuel. He grabbed a hold of the handlebars of the bike, his sword discarded on the floor. His enchantment was complete as the little Dwarf woman hugged around his waist and rested her fiery head on his back. Closing her eyes, smiling serenely as if embracing a loved one…
“Once around the city, love. I want to feel the wind in my hair…”
*The next day, guards investigate the Re-appearance of their missing Impound guard. Having initially assumed he slacked off to steal an Impounded bike for a Joy ride… They instead made a grisly discovery dropped off at their front door. *
*Finding him laid out on the floor. Seconds from death. His entire body scorched up and down his front. Like a Burger cooked too long on one side. His armor dented from Impact, from friction burns that some how managed to heat his armor back to temperature for smelting. His face was sooted black, his eyes now two black pits of coal black skin and fried jelly. *
"T-too fast, Too fast- I can’t stop- Stop- Stop-The pain, it’s Too fast- Too fast- Stop- " He mumbled again and again as a pained death rattle escaped his lips. Arms stuck reaching forward. His hands twitch, but now…They were bereft of fingers. Scorched clean off as burned wholly and completely away from flames. The back of his armor was clean, save for the melted Indent of small arms around his waist, hugging against his back…
*The Mystery of his killer, unsolved. The murderer is at large with only a single clue of the killer’s means of escape. *
“A classic War-model Mekgineers chopper, Is missing. And the only suspect is the Dark iron Grouch Bloodwind. But files say he’s out on Parole. Find him, and we find the bike.” Said one Unnamed guard to another. As the Mystery of the Possessed Motorcycle has just begun.
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