Execution_Style
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- Oct 26, 2011
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They call it "The Hunt''. Once a year, all the members of Cyclops motorbike gang come together for their annual initiation. Each new member is required to bring tribute, and tribute can only be one thing: an unsuspecting female.
It all started with the damn bike. One day she was leading a fairly normal life, and the next it was like some B grade movie... only she couldn't change the channel. Her husband of 6 years had come home sporting a 2015 Harley CVO Road Glide Ultra and talking about them going on a retreat with some new buddies of his. Technically he had dipped into his own account for the bike, but he had promised that his first bike would last until the tyres were square... so it had come as quite the shock when he came roaring up the street on it.
Then came the business of the retreat. He made it sound like some command performance that he couldn't get out of, and worse... It was expected that he bring her along. As an account manager for an up-and-coming advertising agency, she didn't get a lot of long weekends, and so she normally crammed as much as she could during the few times she got them... And Adam wanted her to cancel all her plans and hang out with people she didn't even know?
This was a very important trip for Adam. He had been planning all year and when he was told he had to bring a woman with him as tribute, he couldn't think of anyone he would rather bring. He smiled as he looked in the mirror, as his imagination over what was to come in the next few days took over his mind yet again. His steely blue grey eyes seemed to gleam back at him. He wasn’t a bad looking bloke, 6’0" with a rather solid build and short crew cut brown hair with a big snake tattoo running up his sleeve, the snake had only one eye and was the Cyclops gangs insignia. He just told everyone he got it because he thought it looked cool.
“Hurry up babe, its time to go!” he called out as he slinked away from his ensuite mirror. The last thing he grabbed before heading to his bike was his 45 colt that he kept in his bedside drawer. Better to be prepared than dead, he thought.
It all started with the damn bike. One day she was leading a fairly normal life, and the next it was like some B grade movie... only she couldn't change the channel. Her husband of 6 years had come home sporting a 2015 Harley CVO Road Glide Ultra and talking about them going on a retreat with some new buddies of his. Technically he had dipped into his own account for the bike, but he had promised that his first bike would last until the tyres were square... so it had come as quite the shock when he came roaring up the street on it.
Then came the business of the retreat. He made it sound like some command performance that he couldn't get out of, and worse... It was expected that he bring her along. As an account manager for an up-and-coming advertising agency, she didn't get a lot of long weekends, and so she normally crammed as much as she could during the few times she got them... And Adam wanted her to cancel all her plans and hang out with people she didn't even know?
This was a very important trip for Adam. He had been planning all year and when he was told he had to bring a woman with him as tribute, he couldn't think of anyone he would rather bring. He smiled as he looked in the mirror, as his imagination over what was to come in the next few days took over his mind yet again. His steely blue grey eyes seemed to gleam back at him. He wasn’t a bad looking bloke, 6’0" with a rather solid build and short crew cut brown hair with a big snake tattoo running up his sleeve, the snake had only one eye and was the Cyclops gangs insignia. He just told everyone he got it because he thought it looked cool.
“Hurry up babe, its time to go!” he called out as he slinked away from his ensuite mirror. The last thing he grabbed before heading to his bike was his 45 colt that he kept in his bedside drawer. Better to be prepared than dead, he thought.