It was a chilly, misty winter's night and the storm was howling across the sky. Jeff was riding as fast as he could as his body was racing with adrenaline trying to get away from the gang. He pedalled incessantly as his life depended on it despite the constant pain that was shooting up his legs. Jeff thought in his subconsciousness that if the gang captured and got hold of him he was going to be punched to death with one hell of a streak. He soldiered on bravely inhaling heavily. His mind was rapidly racing with horror - struck thoughts. Suddenly, the chain came loose and he fled away to safety. The bike was tied to branch...