Pillion

Motorbikes are, like, the absolute worst for getting rid of dead bodies. If you find yourself with a corpse on your hands you need to get rid of, you better hope you have a car or something.

Heart pounding, I wiped my blood-streaked hands on my jeans, and pushed my hair back out of my face.

I grabbed the keys off the counter and headed to the garage, hoping to find a van, or at least something with a lot of space in the back. Tinted windows and tarp would be a bonus. Instead, a motorcycle stood, laughing at me with its sleek lines. I dragged the body over. Damn, he was heavy!

The leather jacket he wore hid most of the blood, but I could still smell the metallic tang. Nobody else will notice, I told myself. I just needed a helmet to hide the mess that was his face. One for me would be good, too. His eyes glared. Harsh. Accusing.

It took some doing, but I managed to get on the bloody thing, with the guy flopping about behind me. Not the first time I've said that, FTR.

I couldn't get it to stay on at first. A bit of rummaging unearthed some bungee cord and I tried again. I wrapped the arms around my waist, securing them with the cord. Gross... but at least his hands don't wander anymore.

I kicked the stand up and eased the bike forward, tires crunching over the gravel driveway. This is stupid! I gritted my teeth. Could've been worse. Could be a pushbike.

The bike roared my guilt into the night. Hey! it seemed to say, Something sus going on over here, come check it out! Nobody did.

I used back-alleys and obscure shortcuts until I reached the abandoned quarry, and brought the bike right to the edge. Moonlight glinted off the water below. The cadaver sagged against me, a constant reminder of what I'd done, and what I still had to do.

I shoved it over the edge, listening for the splash. Then I heaved the bike over as well. Maybe it'll look like an accident.

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