07-31-2014, 08:30 PM
The feeling of wind whipping against his clothes and a mystery at the end of the journey meant that riding the Mysterycycle (as Alex so aptly named it) never got old. He loved taking people on rides and using any excuse that he could to take the motorbike versus driving or walking. Walking to the grocery store? No need! Library? He'll take you there. Paramedics are on their way? Just put your arm in a sling, he can bike you to the hospital no problem. As was the case, Ella seemed to enjoy the thrill just as much what with her squeal and tight squeeze on Alex's waist. He didn't think much of it other than maybe Ella being scared of falling off, but he took the precaution of not overstepping his bounds when riding. If Sheriff Dodson ticketed him it would only give the Windsors another reason to leer.
Where is it? Alex asked himself as he slowed down.
The haze had rolled in rather quickly, less like a river and more like a flood as his helmet fogged up. Even though he turned on the headlights he wasn't able to see through the thick cloud.
"I guess we're going to have to stop here," he muttered as he braked his bike off the road.
Though they had tried an alternate path toward the villa, it was a dead end, almost taunting them with how close they were to the building. Luckily for them, there was space off the side of the road for him to lock his motorcycle and throw a heavy tarp in case of rain...or thieves. It wasn't fancy or anything, a lightweight, but dark sheet of plastic, but it blended against most backgrounds and protected against the weather. He took off his helmet in time to hear and smell the strangeness that his redheaded friend asked about and shrugged.
"Dry ice?" he offered, "or maybe some of that stuff they use in theater class."
He had used dry ice to mimic the look of fog in one of his traps, but it smelled wholly like water and the amount it took work made the room colder than Alaska. Glancing back at Ella, he noticed her look down at what appeared to be track marks along the muddy pathway.
"Looks like they left a trail for us," he announced, "c'mon we should see how much this fog stretches."
In truth, he didn't know if they actually were tractor wheel marks (since many types of vehicles had huge wheels), but what else would be driving up this far at night?
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