Mange smiled, flashing his yellowed, chipped teeth. His jaundiced eyes met with Jason's. He let out a throaty chuckle, growing into a short laugh only to be interrupted with a sickening cough, hacking up saliva, phlegm, and blood. Jason stood still; he wasn't sure if one of the most dangerous bandits known would now succumb to all the disease and chemicals coursing through him, or if he just couldn't laugh all that well. Jason wasn't too skilled with a gun, even one as finely built as his, so one thing came to his mind. Run. If he could get to his bike in time, he could make it to the ruin city of Rado and lose him in the ancient streets, double back and head home. He took the chance, dashing off to his bike.
"GO ON AND RUN, YOU LITTLE SHITLICKER!" Mange shouted after him, wiping blood from his lips. He placed a paw to a device on his hip, the small box projecting a hologram interface. Running his fingers through the light, a screaming roar of a dusty whirlwind approached him from behind. The thing stopped behind him with a squeal, the screams slowing to a high-pitched whine. His vehicle, Banshee sat with its twin turbines whining in back. Mange pulled his goggles up over his eyes, the insides lighting up behind the polarized lenses, placing a red marker over Jason, receding into the distance.
"Think you're going to make it to Rado, kid? Let's find out." he chuckled to himself as he seated himself into the snug cockpit and pushed the accelerator forward. Banshee spared no moment as her rear tires bit into the old pavement, turbines rising to a scream as Mange sped up to the speck marked with a red diamond in the goggles.
Jason leaned into his bike, the light vehicle gracefully skimming over the road, rushing by under him like a torrential river of stone and dust. He didn't dare look back, he knew Mange would be catching up. Banshee was known for catching even the fastest riders while out on a flat stretch. Jason only hoped his head start would buy enough time to make it into the city where his agility would be his saving grace.
It would seem too late as the sound of screaming turbines added to the one of his own bike's; he gravely underestimated the sickly creature that piloted the machine behind him.
"Hello there, little sack of shit," Mange grinned madly, "let's see how you like this." He pushed a switch on the control panel, another whining scream adding itself to the chorus; a rusty chaingun barrel on the front of his vehicle spinning up to speed.
A fitting name, Jason thought to himself as the sound filled his ears over the rushing wind. screaming engines, screaming guns, screaming victims. Banshee was the only name it could have. Jason drew in a quivering breath, pushing his bike forward to the looming ruined skyscrapers.