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Biker Mice From Mars
In
Shattered Freedom
by: Whipblade
Chapter 2
Vinnie sauntered into the kitchen. Alone at the table sat Throttle stirring his soup absently.
Pulling out a chair, Vinnie spun it around. Leaning the back against the table, the white mouse sat
facing his tawny bro.
"What's up?"
"Nothing." Throttle said in a ho- hum tone.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" Vinnie asked.
A dark shadow passed over Throttle's face. "What Happened?"
"To you, on that ship.... you know. With Mace?" Vinnie casually asked.
"Vincent, you have no idea what I went through. Stop asking me about it." Throttle snapped as he
sat straight up, his bowl of soup in front of him shaking with the sudden moment.
"You keep saying I don't know a thing. But I do Bro. I know everything, I been though
everything." Vinnie stated. "I'm sick and tired of you treating me like I never been under Mace."
Vinnie thumped the table.
Throttle ignored the slopped soup. He started mute at his white bro for a moment. Shaking his
head he growled. "I never said you hadn't been."
"No, you never said anything. You don't say a fucking word about ANYTHING anymore!" Vinnie
snipped. "Hell the only reason your dressed now is because Charley threatened you. Is that what
it's gonna take bro? Me Threatening you to talk?"
"Fuck Vincent. You couldn't threaten me if you even had the gull to. All you do is spout off about
yourself." Throttle said pushing away from the table. "And I'm finished talking to you."
"I haven't once said anything about myself bro. Not one boast or brag or play for Charley. Not
even a hint of interest in Harley. Hell I never even seen her on Mars!" Vinnie snapped also
standing.
"Why not? Lost interest after Mace was in her?" Throttle sneered bitterly.
"I don't date anyone that will eat her own babies! Willingly or otherwise." Vinnie snarled
darkly.
"So Mace told you that eh?"
"Throttle STOP!" Vinnie yelled. "I NEVER HEARD IT!" Stomping Vinnie marched up to
Throttle, snouts almost touching. "I Saw The Videos, bro. I saw everything he showed you." His
voice low with a deadly pitch.
Pushing Vinnie forcibly back. Throttle huffed. "Yeah? You get the toys? You get to be played
with by every single crew member? Did you!?" His finger poking Vinnie in the chest.
"Out of the 24 I had 18 of 'em bro. 18 different ones." Ears back against his scalp, eyes
narrowed, fists balled Vinnie held back his fury. He couldn't' strike Throttle, not in this manor.
"Kept that tattooed to your ass to keep score?" Throttle's lip curls back in disgust.
"No! Yours!" Vinnie growled.
"Fuck you"
Vinnie couldn't believe his bro. "I bet you would, the way you've fucked Mace."
"I ain't never fucked Mace you gawd damn RAT!" Throttle yelled the last word with venom
dripping in his voice.
"RAT!? Looks who's talking!" Vinnie kicks his chair. It skids across the floor, bumps against the
wall where it tips over with a wooden rattle.
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING CHEESE HOLE! IF I CALL YOU A RAT, YOUR A FUCKING
RAT!" Throttle snarls slapping his cold soup bowl at Vinnie. It splashes the white mouse before
shattering on the floor.
***
Charlie's head snapped up hearing the yelling and breaking of dishes. "Hue?" Standing up, she
slowly walks around the broken Yamaha. Pressing her ear against the heavy fire door she listens
to the words both Throttle and Vinnie are shouting at each other.
**
Modo's ears perk as he sat up in the bath tub. The swearing from down stairs clearly heard
through the door.
"Oh momma." He moaned hurrying to finish cleaning himself.
****
Vinnie shoved Throttle against the kitchen counter. "Damnit! Your worthless now! You're a bag
of selfish bones content to waste away like a stupid broken skeleton!"
"I ain't worthless!" Throttle pushed the white mouse back. "I ain't even a skeleton!"
"Then fucking act like your not!" Vinnie snapped. His ears still flat against this scalp, his tail
whipping behind him in a fury of white.
"You stop fucking acting like my keeper! You're not my mother! Stop treating me like a gawd
forsaken infant!" Throttle growls, fists clenches. Be fore Vinnie could answer, a tan fist strikes
out.
Reeling back, the white mouse blinked in shock. His snout stung, feeling the wet running down
his lip he slowly brought his hand up to look at it. Blood, his blood.
" I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU! I NEVER ASKED TO BE RESCUED I WAS ASKING
TO DIE!!" Throttle raged. "I JUST WANTED TO Die...... why'd you have to save me." Tears
started to drip from his eyes. "I wasn't anything to them, I wasn't anything to Mars, all...all I
wanted was to die......" his voice dropped sobbing he saw the blurred vision of disbelief on
Vinnie's face and the small cut he caused on the corner of the white lip. "The prison wasn't
important. I couldn't care about them... I, I...." Throttle sank to the floor on his knees. "I gave
up.... I stopped thinking about you.... I ....."
Vinnie pulled himself out of the daze to focus on the sobbing mouse in front of him. Face in
hands, the tawny mouse wept openly amoung the broken chairs, disarrayed table and shattered
dishes.
Not sure what to say, the white mouse did the only thing he could. No matter how much he
wanted leave the mouse there alone. He couldn't, Throttle wasn't pushing him away. Bending
down, Vinnie wrapped his arms around the tan thin mouse and let him bawl like a baby, not
making sense between his sobbing hic-cups and blabbering incoherent talk.
Modo came down the stairs.
Charley opened the garage door.
Together they watched.
Before them, both mice have changed. Almost changing roles. Vinnie now more of a leader than
he had ever been. Even with the wild streak a mile wide.
And Throttle, giving up all he ever dreamed, hoped and wished for. Shattered by the years of
torture at the claws of Mace. Giving up the fight.
******************
TBC
in the next chapter
whipblade
whipblade@yahoo.com
November 2005
Thank you to Sick-Puppy, Ylva and Dapple for their inspiration, incouragement and help on this
series (and last). BIG HUGS! you're the best!
W~B
In
Shattered Freedom
by: Whipblade
Chapter 2
Vinnie sauntered into the kitchen. Alone at the table sat Throttle stirring his soup absently.
Pulling out a chair, Vinnie spun it around. Leaning the back against the table, the white mouse sat
facing his tawny bro.
"What's up?"
"Nothing." Throttle said in a ho- hum tone.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" Vinnie asked.
A dark shadow passed over Throttle's face. "What Happened?"
"To you, on that ship.... you know. With Mace?" Vinnie casually asked.
"Vincent, you have no idea what I went through. Stop asking me about it." Throttle snapped as he
sat straight up, his bowl of soup in front of him shaking with the sudden moment.
"You keep saying I don't know a thing. But I do Bro. I know everything, I been though
everything." Vinnie stated. "I'm sick and tired of you treating me like I never been under Mace."
Vinnie thumped the table.
Throttle ignored the slopped soup. He started mute at his white bro for a moment. Shaking his
head he growled. "I never said you hadn't been."
"No, you never said anything. You don't say a fucking word about ANYTHING anymore!" Vinnie
snipped. "Hell the only reason your dressed now is because Charley threatened you. Is that what
it's gonna take bro? Me Threatening you to talk?"
"Fuck Vincent. You couldn't threaten me if you even had the gull to. All you do is spout off about
yourself." Throttle said pushing away from the table. "And I'm finished talking to you."
"I haven't once said anything about myself bro. Not one boast or brag or play for Charley. Not
even a hint of interest in Harley. Hell I never even seen her on Mars!" Vinnie snapped also
standing.
"Why not? Lost interest after Mace was in her?" Throttle sneered bitterly.
"I don't date anyone that will eat her own babies! Willingly or otherwise." Vinnie snarled
darkly.
"So Mace told you that eh?"
"Throttle STOP!" Vinnie yelled. "I NEVER HEARD IT!" Stomping Vinnie marched up to
Throttle, snouts almost touching. "I Saw The Videos, bro. I saw everything he showed you." His
voice low with a deadly pitch.
Pushing Vinnie forcibly back. Throttle huffed. "Yeah? You get the toys? You get to be played
with by every single crew member? Did you!?" His finger poking Vinnie in the chest.
"Out of the 24 I had 18 of 'em bro. 18 different ones." Ears back against his scalp, eyes
narrowed, fists balled Vinnie held back his fury. He couldn't' strike Throttle, not in this manor.
"Kept that tattooed to your ass to keep score?" Throttle's lip curls back in disgust.
"No! Yours!" Vinnie growled.
"Fuck you"
Vinnie couldn't believe his bro. "I bet you would, the way you've fucked Mace."
"I ain't never fucked Mace you gawd damn RAT!" Throttle yelled the last word with venom
dripping in his voice.
"RAT!? Looks who's talking!" Vinnie kicks his chair. It skids across the floor, bumps against the
wall where it tips over with a wooden rattle.
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING CHEESE HOLE! IF I CALL YOU A RAT, YOUR A FUCKING
RAT!" Throttle snarls slapping his cold soup bowl at Vinnie. It splashes the white mouse before
shattering on the floor.
***
Charlie's head snapped up hearing the yelling and breaking of dishes. "Hue?" Standing up, she
slowly walks around the broken Yamaha. Pressing her ear against the heavy fire door she listens
to the words both Throttle and Vinnie are shouting at each other.
**
Modo's ears perk as he sat up in the bath tub. The swearing from down stairs clearly heard
through the door.
"Oh momma." He moaned hurrying to finish cleaning himself.
****
Vinnie shoved Throttle against the kitchen counter. "Damnit! Your worthless now! You're a bag
of selfish bones content to waste away like a stupid broken skeleton!"
"I ain't worthless!" Throttle pushed the white mouse back. "I ain't even a skeleton!"
"Then fucking act like your not!" Vinnie snapped. His ears still flat against this scalp, his tail
whipping behind him in a fury of white.
"You stop fucking acting like my keeper! You're not my mother! Stop treating me like a gawd
forsaken infant!" Throttle growls, fists clenches. Be fore Vinnie could answer, a tan fist strikes
out.
Reeling back, the white mouse blinked in shock. His snout stung, feeling the wet running down
his lip he slowly brought his hand up to look at it. Blood, his blood.
" I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU! I NEVER ASKED TO BE RESCUED I WAS ASKING
TO DIE!!" Throttle raged. "I JUST WANTED TO Die...... why'd you have to save me." Tears
started to drip from his eyes. "I wasn't anything to them, I wasn't anything to Mars, all...all I
wanted was to die......" his voice dropped sobbing he saw the blurred vision of disbelief on
Vinnie's face and the small cut he caused on the corner of the white lip. "The prison wasn't
important. I couldn't care about them... I, I...." Throttle sank to the floor on his knees. "I gave
up.... I stopped thinking about you.... I ....."
Vinnie pulled himself out of the daze to focus on the sobbing mouse in front of him. Face in
hands, the tawny mouse wept openly amoung the broken chairs, disarrayed table and shattered
dishes.
Not sure what to say, the white mouse did the only thing he could. No matter how much he
wanted leave the mouse there alone. He couldn't, Throttle wasn't pushing him away. Bending
down, Vinnie wrapped his arms around the tan thin mouse and let him bawl like a baby, not
making sense between his sobbing hic-cups and blabbering incoherent talk.
Modo came down the stairs.
Charley opened the garage door.
Together they watched.
Before them, both mice have changed. Almost changing roles. Vinnie now more of a leader than
he had ever been. Even with the wild streak a mile wide.
And Throttle, giving up all he ever dreamed, hoped and wished for. Shattered by the years of
torture at the claws of Mace. Giving up the fight.
******************
TBC
in the next chapter
whipblade
whipblade@yahoo.com
November 2005
Thank you to Sick-Puppy, Ylva and Dapple for their inspiration, incouragement and help on this
series (and last). BIG HUGS! you're the best!
W~B
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