Note: I do not own the Bikermice From Mars universe nor any of the characters featuring in the original show. The characters you do not recognise from the original show were created by me. This story contains some swears and the unsettling story makes it unsuitable for persons under 16 years of age.
Madness
Written by kklo 1997/98
Charley looked very serious and so calm and her gaze was forever captured.
A man's hand touched her face and moved slowly down his hand over her throat while he whispered: "My Charley, you're my only love in this life..."
Suddenly he stabbed a sharp needle in Charley's left eye.
"Charlene... Don't do this to me, my love...or I'll hurt you...I will really hurt you..."
With a loud scream of madness stabbed he the photo badly enough to rip it into two pieces. Like in slow-motion fel the pieces to the clean floor.
"Hello Charley babe! What took you so long?" exclaimed Vinnie when Charley came back to the garage with their breakfast.
She rolled her eyes and put the food on the table.
"Thanks Charley-maam." said Modo as politely as always.
The mice started to eat and it sounded very unpleasant so Charley almost felt a relief when the phone suddenly rang and she hurried to answer.
"Hello, Charley Davidson here."
She got no answer, just heavy breaths.
"Hallo? Is there anyone there?"
The voice who answered her was a loud whisper: "Charlene, don't do it."
She wasn't afraid, just curious and asked: "What? Who is it?"
Silence, then: "You think you're so good, and I will show you your place, my love...I will..."
A cold feeling filled Charley and her voice was low and weak when she said: "Who are you?"
"Stop hanging around with that macho-mouse Charley, or I will be forced to terminate him...nothing is going to stand in the way between us, my Charley..."
Charley hung up and suddenly realized that she was shaking.
The Bikermice recognized her new mood and stopped eating.
"Charley, who was it?"
"No one Throttle... Just someone who...had dialed a wrong number."
Throttle got up went over to her.
"What was that about?"
"It was someone, he said...no, I don't want to remember it!"
Very gently laid Throttle his arm around her and said comforting: "Don't worry Charley. We're here, don't be scared."
The fear didn't leave her anyway.
"Mr. Limburger!"
Limburger turned around in his armchair and his gaze fell on the man who was standing on the other side of his desk.
"I haven't got much time, so I want to make this little meeting as fast as possible."
"Tony, dear partner," said Limburger in a sly voice, "don't worry about your time and do your work."
"If you haven't anything important to say, let me know so I can leave at once!"
A long silence followed but Limburger broke it.
"I want you to fix a better staff, but not an expensive one."
"Excuse me?"
"My goons aren't effective, I need new ones."
"Oh, impressing that you found out at least. But, better late than never Mr. Limburger. I know where I can fix a professional staff instead of the mobs you have now."
He turned around, and started to walk out.
"I hope you're not thinking about the crimes in the pit."
Tony stopped and gave Limburger a last gaze.
"I know what I am doing, trust me."
He left.
Limburger took up a little handkerchief and tried to remove the sweat in his face.
Tony Amberlay was a dangerous kind and it was more dangerous to try to fool him.
He got up slowly and hurried down to Karbunkle's lab.
Dr. Karbunkle was busy with work, he was trying to replace Fred's octopus-arm.
"Doc, doc!" Fred laughed. "No anaesthesia, no anaesthesia! HO HO HO, the pain is wonderful, ho ho ho!"
"Shut up, creep!" roared Limburger and turned to Karbunkle.
"Tony Amberlay was here a while ago."
A scared grin showed up in the doctors face. "And?"
"He will replace our old goons, with better ones. But he wants a lot of money in return and the problem is that Plutark is not willing to give me more money because Lord Camembret doesn't trust me."
"Amberlay is going to turn you into cat-food!" said Karbunkle and pulled up a sharp scalpel.
"Right, dear doctor. I thought you would do something to prevent that. Create something which takes his will away, so we can control him."
"Create something which takes his will away..." muttered Karbunkel. "It's easier said than done, IF we try and it FAILS, I will get huge troubles."
"Sorry doctor, but you have no choice. What are you going to do if I disappear? Would you have a lab, or a place to live?"
Karbunkle gave up.
"All right, I will try to make something!"
"Good, but you'd better hurry up."
"What?"
"He wants his payment tomorrow!" Limburger said when he left the lab.
Karbunkle growled and stabbed the scalpel in Fred's arm.
"AOUHHH...PAIN PAIN! HA HA HA!"
"QUIET!"
In The Last Chance Garage had Charley almost forgotten the uncomfortable phone-call.
Suddenly Vinnie said: "Hey bros, I'm really bored! Shouldn't we check out what Limburger is doing?"
Throttle shrugged his shoulders.
It had been very quiet the last week, maybe something was going on?
"Okay bros. Let's see if they're working with something."
Charley put her helmet on but Vinnie said: "Sorry sweetheart. This is Bikermice-work."
She groaned and took her helmet off when she saw them leave.
The phone rang again and she answered.
"Hello?"
"Charley..."
She felt her body freeze, and she tried to speak: "St-stop this! I have powerful f-friends here..."
"Yes, I know. But they're not there, you're alone. It's just you and me Charlene..."
She smashed the reciever down and breathed auickly. Her heart pounded fast, very fast.
The phone rang again, and again, and again.
Charley unplugged it and the silence laid over the garage.
Quickly she ran over to the door and locked it. She did the same with the garage-port.
She felt safer when it was done and went upstairs.
A good book should help her to forget the calls until the guys come back.
The minutes started to pass and she felt more and more safe for every minute.
After twenty minutes had she forgotten everything again,but suddenly could she hear something.
Sounds from the door.
Fear grabbed her and held her in a firm grip.
"The lock is safe, no one can come in, no one..."
It was silent, then she heard a 'click!' and the sound when someone opened the door, then shut it.
Charley moved fast now.
Ran into the bathroom, locked the door and then listened but didn't hear anything.
But suddenly she heard how someone started to vissle. A strange melody. Then started a voice to sing, lowly.
"Charlene, my little girl. I will find you and I know you're in there. You can run and you can hide. But you can never escape from me. I will get you little girl and I will get you soon!"
The voice was soft and deep. It came closer.
Charley jerked away when the man tested to open the door.
"Little girl, little girl, let me in. You are captured...open for me, Charlene Davidson..."
Then the song faded out into a cold laugh and a band came when the door slammed open.
Silent echoes from shoes were heard in the dark building.
They were the footsteps from a woman in the age of 28. She was slim and dressed in red clothes.
Her name was Amanda Shannon and she was a skilled computer programmer.
It had not been easy to go through all the classes, especilly since she was female and men didn't expect women to develope computer sences.
There were a lot of white papers laying on the table. She took them in her left hand and walked back to her workroom.
Her room was a real mess and she sighed when she understood that she had to clean it up soon.
A single computer was staying there and worked with endless lines of letters. Around it were tons of papers spread everywhere.
"This is going to be a lo-oong day." she said to herself.
Amberlay wanted her to finish the work until next day.
She sighed, when she thought of him. He was no man she dared to play with, it was only to do as he told if she wanted to stay healthy.
Her thoughts flew away and she wished she could just leave everything and re-start her life, try to find someone who really loved her. But it was too late for that now.
"But when I get a chance, I will leave everything here." she promissed herself.
The Bikermice watched Greasepit and the other goons confused and amused.
Some goons were playing like small kids when they tried to play baseball.
It was clear that they hadn't anything to do and Limburger wasn't working with anything bad for the moment.
The bros sighed disappointed, because they had expected some action this day.
So they left and rode back to the Garage.
When they arrived did they realize that something was wrong. The front-door was wide-open and that strange.
Throttle used the remote-control to open the port and they got off the bikes.
Charley wasn't in the garage.
"Charley babe, we're hoo-oomee!" yelled Vinnie.
No answer.
"Maybe she is upstairs and sleeping?" suggested Modo. "So let's be quiet and check it out."
There wasn't anyone on the second floor and Charley wasn't laying on the bed.
But when they looked at the bathroom did they almost get a shock.
The door was completely destroyed and pieces of it were laying around it.
Bikermice just stared at the sight, when they heard a sound from the bathroom.
Throttle pulled out his gun and walked towards it and then looked in.
Charley sat in the shower and stared at the wall, shaking.
"Oh mama! What has happened!?" Modo gasped.
He walked in, and sat down beside Charley.
"Charley, are you allright?"
She didn't answer him, her gaze was fixed on the wall. He eyes were still panicked
Modo shoke her a little and she woke up from her trance, turned her head around and stared at them.
"Calm down Charley-girl." Throttle said slowly and held her. "Whatever it was which happened, it is over now."
He heard her whisper an answer: "It's not over..it's not over..."
"Amanda!" roared Tony.
She jumped up from the chair and hissed: "Don't you EVER scare me like that again!"
"Shut up! You are just a fucking bitch! As all the other women! Whores, all of them!"
"DON'T YOU CALL ME WHO...Ouch!"
It took Amanda a couple of seconds to understand that he had hit her, hard.
Her nose bled and she just stared at Tony's cold face.
"Be quiet when I am talking! Don't you ever try to argue with me!"
She just stared, but understood that something hadn't went as he had thought.
Her hatred for him blew up and he norrowed his eyes when he understood what she was thinking.
"You listen very carefully! Contact Don Carramazza at once! Tell him to send us his five best men."
"Y-yes, s-sir." she answered and tried to stop her nose-bleeding.
Tony gave her a sick and scary gace before he left.
Amanda shook and suddenly she fell to the floor and bursted into tears by fear, pain and despair.
Another woman was crying at the same time in another part of Chicago.
It took Charley a couple of hours to collect herself tell the mice what had happened.
"...he sang...about that he would get me and started breoke up the door...I just sat there, shut my eyes...when I heard how he came in, and...and...and..."
"Take it easy, Charley...we're here now, tell us slowly if you want to." Throttle said.
Charley nodded, and wiped away some of her tears.
"He entered the bathroom, and said: 'Now it's only you and me Charlene...and no one can save you...I will teach you to love me...' But suddenly he stopped and just disappeared...and a few minutes after you came up...and found me..."
"Did you see him?" Vinnie asked and Charley shook her head.
"No, I just shut my eyes. I have never heard his voice before..."
"If I find out who that man is, I will BREAK his bones."
Charley looked at him, smiling weakly.
Even if she could handle most things in her life by herself, she was very glad to have these three macho mice around. Especially in a situation like this one.
Tony Amberlay walked into the night-club.
It was evening and it would open soon.
He used his keys to open the door, and walked inside.
In his left hand had he a little submachine-gun, an Ingram M11.
The silencer was on it's right place and he was ready to do what he had to.
In the office sat a man about 40 years old and he looked up when he saw Tony Amberlay.
"What are YOU doing here?"
Amberlay raised his weapon and pointed it at the man.
"I am her to give you your last ride."
He pulled the trigger and some short sounds could be heard and the man fell backwards.
He had died immediately and red blood was covering the whole wall behind the desk.
Tony smiled to himself and walked towards to the desk, grabbed some papers, looked at them and nodded slowly.
The murder made him feel more content than before.
Amelio Deranio wasn't an important man, but he had information which was important for Tony's business.
It was better to not have him alive.
When Tony walked out of the nighclub wandered his thoughts back to Charlene Davidson, her brown hair, her beautiful body.
How he loved her, every part of her body...loved her. She would be the perfect woman for him, but he had to teach her first. Pain was the best teacher and Tony knew how to make pain.
But he had to remove those Bikermice and ESPECIALLY that Vinnie-guy who tried to win her first.
"Don't dare to choose him before me..." said Tony lowly, when he walked through the street. "I will kill you if I have to...If I can't get you, no one else will either."
(©º°¨¨º°©|§To be continued...§|©º°¨¨º°©)