The trip down the highway was long and boring, but the rush of wind in Matthias' face likely helped with that.  He rode for about 45 minutes until something told him he should take an exit that led directly to a well-used dirt road.  That sense of vengeance was strong... he knew that innocent blood had been spilled nearby.  It was close... very close and at the end of the long dirt road, past acres and acres of crops, he saw a farmhouse with a pickup truck parked out front.  He could smell the blood even from his bike... and as he neared the house, the spirit within him pushed to free itself.  Matthias could tell this was something out of the ordinary.  Out in a field he saw movement... a girl in nothing but an oversized shirt and panties stood amongst over a dozen dead cows.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>*****</strong></div><br/>Yuriko's musings were cut short as the loud sound of a motorcycle could be heard from down the road, heading towards the farmhouse.  She could not make out the face of the figure as he wore a helmet, but there was something unnerving about him.  Yes, it was definitely a man.  That she could tell.