Hot on his tail, sirens blared through the atmosphere. Shouts and commands over walkie talkies, static making it hard for communication.

There's about five police cars on the road, chasing after only one motorbike. Screams of frustration from the policemen only made the rider smirk bigger as he held the bars, effortlessly driving in between cars up until the highway.

The highway was quieter than usual, and that's because it was actually closed off for construction. But did he really care? No.

Because where's the fun in following the rules?

Glancing over his shoulder to see the police still after him, he only snickered a bit before opening the storage part of his bike taking out a bottle. With one hand on the handles, he used the other to open the bottle full of liquid before pouring the contents onto the road.

"What is he doing?", a policeman narrowed his eyes at the boy who rode in a zigzag pattern. His partner shrugged as he kept his hands on the steering wheel.

Zooming through the roads that had unidentified liquid poured on them, the biker eventually turned to the right, drifting until it came to a stop.

Taking off his helmet, he reached into his pockets and pulled out a metal box. A lighter.

Flicking it open, a small orange flame could be seen. The boy lazily looked at it before turning towards the police cars.

The policeman widened his eyes. "Stop the car!"

"I can't! The brakes are busted!", the partner kept stepping only on the brakes, yet it didn't work at all.

"Fuck, he planned this out too well. The other cars are busted too", he turned around to see the other policemen frantically trying to stop their cars but to no avail.

"He poured petroleum onto the road, and now he has a lighter", the driver shaked at those words. "That means-!"

The biker boy chuckled deeply. "How foolish, these fuckers can't do anything right", were his last words before he threw the lighter onto the road, and immediately the flames grew creating a whole barrier between him and the police cars.

Loud explosions filled the air, smoke raising to the sky. The fire cackled, and the sirens were no longer heard. Safe to assume, that they're all dead. All 10 of them, killed by only one boy who was still a minor.

Chenle leaned onto his bike, his head resting on his palm. "Hmm, looks like they have to try harder next time", and he started his bike again before taking off down the rest of the road, feeling the wind through his black hair.

He also ended up abandoning his black helmet that had the words 'Devil Rider' engraved in gold cursive at the side.