Mike's Story Start

The headlights were coming straight towards me and I couldn't move. Why the interstate, why now? And I'm pretty sure that this guy is speeding like nobody's business. Closer and closer. I shut my eyes tightly and whimpered a bit, but I could still tell the lights were coming through my lids. I didn't want to die.
Woooosh!
All went silent, dark.
I opened one eye, the darkness was everywhere. I was in one piece, one single piece! My breath came out sputtered and exhausted. Tires squealed behind me and I looked back, two motorcycles could be seen on either side of the lane. Suddenly I was so lucky all I could do was smile and laugh. Motorcycles, how perfect!
"Holy shit, what was that," a man's gruff voice asked.
"I thought it looked like a . . . I dunno."
"Help me," I yelped.
"Jesus, it was a person!"
They came running back to me, "What in the hell?"
"Kid, what's going here?"
"I-I I don't know. Please help me," I begged.
"Yeah sure, Louie, got your knife on you?"
"Duh," the younger one mutter and went to cutting the rope wrapped all around me.
The other man, one with a burly beard and a bandana wrapped around his head, kneeled next to me and looked me up and down. "How did you end up here?"
"Um, I couldn't honestly tell you. I don't remember much," I responded oddly. It was the truth, everything seemed fuzzy and I was so dizzy . . .
"Woah now," he said catching me before I fell over. "Got your self a nasty little bump on your head and some serious bleeding."
"That explains a lot," I whispered. The man from behind finally got through the rope and helped me out of them.
"Somebody really didn't want you to out of this stuff," he said moving on to my wrists. "All around you and on your ankles and wrists. You sure you don't remember all this?" He looked at me with a slightly teasing grin.
I forwned. "No."
The older one smacked his friend. "Don't be rude. Or stupid."
"M-yeah, yeah," said sawing atmy bonds.
"My name's Sting," he said, "and the idiot's name is Blade, for obvious reasons."
"For a guy named Blade he evidently doesn't know how to use one."
He gave me a blank look. "You see how thick these are, all I got is this puny pocket knife because SOMEBODY thought I should put the rest of 'em away so I don't do anything overly stupid in my next fight. Not such a good move now, huh Sting?"
"You'll thank me someday," he repiled simply.
I sighed as my arms went free, though my wrists were red and scraped with rope burns. My ankles slipped free next and I realized that I had been taken movement for grated for years.
"So what's your name," Blade asked flipping his knife away.
"It's May," I siad trying to get up and failing. My head was in massive pain while the rest of me felt woozy.
"Easy there." Sting held my arm.
"Is there somewhere we could take you? Home?"
I frowned at the ground. Nothing came to mind. Did I have a home? Family, I had to have a family. Didn't I? No one came to mind.
"May? Hello?" Sting looked at me worried.
"I-I-" Suddenly I felt shy and scared. Was I alone in the world? Why was there no one I could remember? No place I wanted to be, other than off this road.
"Have no where to go," Blade asked softer now.
"Well, I can't think of anything.
Sting snorted. "Sounds familiar," he said glancing at Blade. "Come on, you can hitch a ride with us. There's not a police station for a while though."
"Thank you," I said softly. They walked me to their cycles as my nerves escalated.
"Ever ridden on one of these before," Sting asked.
"Don't think so."
"Just hold on then," Blade said starting his and watching me awkwardly put my arms around the stranger I was sharing a two wheeled vehicle with. We sped off towards nothing but more black, it was beginning to feel like I was going to forever be in the dark. Who was I?