Chapter 1
As the hurricane like winds slammed the Pacific coastline Jesse leaned the old shovel head into another curve at breakneck speed. He was completely soaked through and through and had been riding in the beginning edges of this huge storm for the better part of an hour trying to beat it to his bar. He could hear the ocean roaring as it pounded into the cliffs below the highway. He laughed insanely to himself as he revelled in his total discomfort of being soaking wet and completely miserable. He knew he would get the enjoyment of punishing someone for his own discomfort and he could hardly wait to begin the torture on some unsuspecting soul.
Jesse leaned the Harley right and left as he straightened the curves out of the highway. He thought back to when he was a child and killed his first animal. He'd always been sadistic and he could remember holding his grandmother's kittens heads under water in the wash tub she kept on the front porch to catch rainwater in. He felt so powerful as they squirmed in his hands and scratched him as each one died and he had managed to kill the whole litter of kittens by the time grandma found out what he was doing.
He shivered, relishing the memory. The thought of torturing another helpless creature relevant to push the motorcycle even faster around the curves. He is close now, so close.
