The Final Countdown

Goth waited patiently without allowing any emotion to change his stance. As the light flickered behind him, emboldened by the shimmering reflections from passing insects, no sign of emotion appeared to traverse his countenance. He knew that the time had come - a time for heroes, a moment to stand up and be counted.

It did not seem so long ago that he had stood in that very position, but with a very dismissive attitude. As an immortal, worldly things had not really been a major concern but now, even he, was worried. 'How easily things change' - he thought.

With the sun behind him, Goth watched as his shadow was distorted by the light and his trepidation mounted. The doors opened with a creak that spoke of pleasures past and maybe pleasures to come but, hidden behind the pleasure was pain, lots of pain.

A wind of change caught in Goth's mouth, eneveloping his very being. He knew that the time was now, that the audience was watching his very breathing - looking for a sign of weakness. But, Goth stood strong. He knew that by facing the demon that had tried to take his life was the only way forward - the only way to survive.

The light ricocheted off the dust and through the haze, Goth could see his nemesis. Standing, like nothing had ever transpired, waiting, wanting, expectant.

Goth braced himself and stood tall - with the sun behind his back. The scars were still raw and painful but, Goth wanted to exorcise the demons - to become whole again.

Slowly, as time itself seemed to slow down - Goth started to walk forward. Step by step, he advanced, as the watching women held their breath in awe.

Turning slowly, he acknowledged the women that had come to see his final act of piety. The ultimate sacrifice was within his grasp.

Goth tilted his head to one side, briefly acknowledging the women who had come to support him and then looked toward his tormentor before saying in a very strong voice....

"Alright, you bastard bike - do that shit again and you're a biscuit tin !!!!!"

With an elf-like motion, Goth mounted the twatty bike and rode away into the sunset.