Inertia

The people in her hometown were always scared of her.  Everywhere she went, there was destruction.  From the moment she was born, or so the rumors go, she would cause mayhem.

Now that she was older, she embraced this view.  She became what most people would call a delinquent.  Knocking over anyone who got in her way and riding her motorcycle like a badass out of hell.

On this particular night she had heard of a new race on the outskirts of town.  The Dragons had set it up.  They were the most notorious gang in town, so the race had to be good.  There was a 1,000 dollar reward for winning too.  Just the thing she needed to get out of town for good.  No more of the onlookers who trembled at the sight of her.  No more townspeople who knew her when she was six.  This was going to be a fresh start.

She was driving down the highway, zooming in and out of traffic. Driving in the shoulder if need be, her taillights flashing a brilliant red streak behind her. She took the 135 exit and was heading down the ramp at lightning speed when all of a sudden, a giant black van appeared and cut her off.

She turned to the right sharply, but not enough to avoid the collision. Her left shoulder put a dent in the door of the van and her leg was pinned between it and her bike. 

“Damn.” She said as a woman from the passenger side climbed out of the car.

“You must be the hell-raiser we have heard so much about.  Come with us, and we can give you more than this crumby way of life could ever promise you.”

The woman was wearing all black and had a look in her eye that said, “I dare you to try and mess with me. I haven’t had fun all day.”  She knew that look. She saw it every day in the mirror.

She didn’t say anything to the woman as she sized her up.  The woman looked strong and confident.  She wanted to kick that confidence right out of her.  But then again, what other plans did she really have.  Get money and leave.  Then what?  And if what the woman was so vaguely promising was bust, she could just rip her way out and move on.

“What the hell, I haven’t got anything better to do.” She said

“What’s your name?” The woman asked as she moved to open the back door of the van that she was leaning on.

“The people in town call me Domino.”

“Hey Domino.  You have no idea what you just got yourself into.”