This story is in no way made for money, and is created in the interest of Biker Mice fans all over the world. The Biker Mice from Mars original characters are copyright Tom Tataronowicz, and any other fanfic characters in this story are copyright Blaze Van Wham 1999- 2003.
Twins Reunited Part 1
Written by Blaze Van Wham, November 18, 2000
Revised by Blaze Van Wham, July, 2003
Copyright Blaze Van Wham, all rights reserved
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A figure dressed in black sped through the streets of Chicago, past lights that gave but little help to late night drivers. The black-clad figure made dangerous turns, cutting through cramped alleys. Its tail was curled tightly around its waist. It panted in exasperation, and looked behind for any omen of it's pursuer. A light shimmered from around a corner, and both the rider and bike took off again. This time, the figure started to ride up stairways attached to the side of an apartment building. The bike landed on the roof, jets flaring up on the back. The motorcycle flew up high, until it was soaring above skyscrapers and various buildings. The rider hovered for a few seconds, looking below, and around. Are they gone? The biker thought and soared off again.
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"Hey bro! Catch!" Vinnie yelled to Throttle, as he prepared
to throw a root beer at him. Charley was gone for the evening, and had
just enough time to warm up some hotdogs for the mice before rushing out
of the garage.
"Vinnie!" Throttle yelled back, but was interrupted as
a motorcycle came crashing through the roof, its rider flung across the
room and into a wall, leaving a mess all over the floor of the Last Chance
Garage. A figure lay smashed into a wall, slumped against it, obviously
injured.
Vinnie dropped the can of root beer that had been in his hand
from the surge of surprise, and walked to where the injured biker slumped.
He knelt in front of the injured biker.
"Charley ma'am isn't gonna be too happy when she comes
home and finds this." Modo said, looking at the hole in the roof. He looked
at the silver and purple motorcycle with a distinct thunderbolt painted
on, which had crashed into the wall opposite biker. Contents from shelves
were spilled all over the floor. Wood lay strewn across the cement in the
garage, as well as concrete from the roof.
"Bros...isn't that Jax's bike?" Modo asked, turning his
attention back to the leather-clad biker. Both Throttle and VInnie snapped
their heads up.
"No way...it can't be..." Vinnie said, under his breath.
His eyes bore the look of surprise.
"Let's find out." Throttle said, crouching down beside
Vinnie. Slowly, he slid the helmet off the figure.
Long, black dreds tumbled out from the helmet, where they
had obviously been tucked into. Both eyes were shut, but a scar covered
the right one, starting from eyebrow and reaching to just underneath cheekbone.
No fur grew there, just pink skin. The fur was white, and red antennae
shimmered boldly from beneath the dreds.
"Get me some warm water and a damp cloth." Throttle instructed
Modo, as the large mouse ran off. He returned minutes later and handed
the cloth and cup of water to his bro. Vinnie and Modo watched in awe as
Throttle dipped the cloth in, wet it, rung it and brought it to the mouse's
forehead. He massaged her head with it, and repeated this. Moments later,
the female's eyes fluttered open. A few seconds...then, "Modo? Throttle?
Vincent? Bros!" She exclaimed. She reached out for a hug weakly, and Vinnie
replied by giving her a gentle one.
"I thought I'd never see you guys again..." A tear slipped
out from her eye, and she looked at her bros.
A laser shot interrupted what Jax was about to say next,
aimed for her. She jumped out of the way as fast as she could, whistling
for her bike. Vinnie, Modo and Throttle seemed to take a second before
realizing something wasn't right and whistled for their own bikes. Jax
pointed to the garage doors, leading the way out for her bros, leaving
the Garage behind in disarray.
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Marvel's wheels screeched to a halt underneath Jax's feet
in a deserted alley.
"Jax, what just happened there?" Throttle, the evident
leader demanded of Jax, as he stopped his Harley.
"They're mercenaries. And they want me dead." She curtly
said.
"Dead?" Modo repeated. "Why?"
"Bad situation...Plutarkians involved..." Jax trailed
off, not wanting to give a full explanation.
Throttle raised an eyebrow at this. "Plutarkians from
outside of Earth?" He questioned.
Jax nodded. "Listen, we gotta keep moving bros...If they
track me down again, things aren't gonna look good."
Their conversation, or lack thereof, was cut short by
a missile whistling into the atmosphere where the four mice were. It slammed
into the gravel with such an impact, the entire alley shook. Jax screamed,
as she and her bike were lit on fire and tossed into a building.
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Morning came.
Vinnie tried to keep himself composed. His sister had
disappeared. He was sure those mercenaries had her. And if they did, what
would they do to his twin?
"Rah!!!" He screamed, as he grabbed anything he could
and threw it across the room. He picked up a desk and threw it. It hit
a wall and split into chunks of wood. For minutes on end, Vinnie repeated
this, with different objects, throwing them, punching them, kicking them.
Finally, he stopped midroom, curled his knees to his chin, and began to
cry.
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Throttle sat inside the Forever Night bar and nursed a
beer. How long he'd been here, he didn't know....he had no recollection
of time right now...that, and the alcohol was beginning to go to his head.
How many hours had it been since Jax's arrival and disapppearance? After
that missile had blown her into a wall...what had happened to her? Where
was she?
He took another sip of his beer and passed out.
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Modo leaned his chin against L'il Hoss. He stared up into the black
sky, dotted with stars. The sky, the open fields were his only escape from
the reality that faced him.
Jax was gone. Why hadn't he done anything to help her
after or during that explosion? He had tried in truth, but by the time
had found Marvel, Jax was nowhere to be found. Not even her helmet remained
or a scrap of clothing. Her bike had been lit on fire...
Modo's mind wouldn't let him think that. It was a possibility
though...that in the explosion, Jax had started on fire and...
Modo shook his head. That wasn't it. It couldn't be...
Could it?
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"She'll fetch a pretty penny when we hand her over to the
Plutarkians." A rat smiled, cupping Jax's chin in his hand.
"She's not bad looking. She's got quite the che--" Another
began but the rat interrupted, "She's mine first."
"That is, if the Plutarkians don't hound us." The other
replied, reminding his friend of the owns who were paying them for this
capture.
"That's taken care of. Now, what kind of fun can we stir
up with this mouse?"
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End of part 1