Motorcycle Murderer

It was a rainy night in November, the streets were cold and drenched with overflowing sewer water. The city of London stank that night, like death itself had arisen from deep below the gutters of England. Although London is typically a city that never sleeps, upon a lonely stretch of road at 3AM, a tired young man named Harry Owen was walking home from work. He had been tirelessly slaving away all night long, but was known to be short tempered at the warehouse he worked in. There were a lot of staff that Harry had bullied or screamed at, some he even got a little physical with, although these aggressions were more often than not, looked over or ignored entirely. It is a stressful job warehousing and you wouldn't believe the horrors that take place in these work environments. Harry was unfortunately one of many strict, stern and scary managers who screamed until their throats were sore. Harry hated himself a whole lot, but it was a job he had to do and was so well accustomed to this toxic work environment he saw no errors in the way he behaved. However, there were people who hated Harry, more than he ever knew. As one of these ex-employees, that was let go for not living up to Harry's unreasonable expectations; he was a man that loathed him so much, he planned his murder! So, as Harry walked home down that cold, London street, the roar of a motorcycle echoed violently down the road ahead of him. Harry paid the bike rider no mind, as the bike neared him. By the time Harry saw the motorcyclist's hand reach out to grab hold of his collar, it was already too late! He screamed as the motorcyclist pulled Harry alongside his motorbike at full speed, dropping Harry before his weight could crash the bike. Harry crash rolled onto the road, every thud against the ground hurt his bones and broke his skin, ripping his clothes, making him bleed! Yet, the mysterious motorcyclist wasn't finished. To Harry's horror, the bike spun round, raced towards him and flattened poor Harry's head before he could even react, his life had ended. The motorcyclist left the scene before anyone found Harry's dead, beaten body, smeared across the road like paste.

Police cars and ambulances raced to the scene an hour later, as a dog walker discovered the bloody remains of Harry's body. Obviously no paramedic on earth could revive him, as his skull had been crushed under the weight of two motorbike tyres. Police soon pieced the crime scene together, it was evident that this was a purposeful hit and run incident. The brutality of Harry's murder was clearly intentional. So they looked into Harry and his past, it didn't take long for them to discover that he wasn't the most liked member of staff at the warehouse he worked at. So they began looking into all the different employees who had worked under Harry's orders, most of them were still furious about how tyrannical he could be. It didn't take them long to find that only one of these ex-employees owned a motorbike, a black one with plastic framing, just like the bike spotted on CCTV leaving the scene of Harry's murder. This idiot named Ryan Carr, didn't even cover his registration plate, so police came to visit his house with a warrant for his arrest on the morning of Monday 24th of November, 2023; Ryan saw a single police car enter his neighbourhood. He knew exactly why they were here, so he ran to his bike and ignited the engine, racing away without a helmet on, or any protective gear whatsoever. The officer on duty, Blake and his Partner Susan, chased the motorcyclist, sounding their police siren as they raced their cruiser behind him.

"Pull over!" Blake cried into the police speakerphone, but Ryan shook his head and geared up instead, speeding up to forty miles per hour, this was getting dangerous! As they were in a crowded area of London, where whole families were crossing the road. So Blake slammed down the pedal and went to fifty miles an hour, catching up with Ryan who then revved to sixty and then seventy miles an hour down Piccadilly Circus! The city was full of traffic and Ryan crashed right into the back of a taxi, his bike crumbled under the impact like tinfoil, but he went flying over the bike's handlebars like a speeding bullet. Without a helmet on, the impact upon the solid tarmac; smashed his face into a bloody mess! Blake and Susan pulled over immediately and came to Ryan's aid, but the Motorcycle Murderer wasn't breathing, he had died on the scene, looking exactly how he had left Harry Owen. An ironic end to such a brutal murder case.