Shadow Of The Day

by Vlaatjee

Forced to flee Mars because of a threat that cannot be defeated, the mice crashland on Earth. Unfortunately, it appears that Mars isn't the only planet invaded with Plutarkians. They meet Charley, the leader of a small community and resistance, who not only tries to survive but also to fight back. To stand up for humanity. For freedom.

1. Chapter 1

Hey you guys...

Yup, another story.
My brain just practically forced it up to me.
I tried, I really did everything within my power to finish up Lost In The Echo and Roads Untraveled first, but damn you writer blocks.

Once again, I promise I will update them and not leave them unfinished, a thing I hate for myself too.
I just don't know when...
It's not always easy to have a creative brain.
But I'm sure things will be okay in the end.
There's gonna be one day that all of a sudden, a light goes on and I'll be like; Oooohhh, okay, took ya long enough, but hey, I like the idea, let's do this shit.
But perfection takes time.
Apparently, hehe.
I don't wanna take the easy way out, ya know.
That's just not who I am.

Anyway.
New story.
That comes with the usual disclaimers.
1. I do not own the Biker Mice From Mars.
2. English ain't my first language. I reread my chapters like a hundred times or so and I use two different spellcheckers.
But still, I'm sure there will be mistakes.
Sorry in advance.
3. Constructive criticism is welcome, burning me down to the ground, however, is not.

Well, that leaves me with only one thing to say;
Enjoy and feel free to leave a review.
As you probably all know by now; it's very much appreciated.

Later guys!

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Prologue
(chapter 1)

The heat was immense.
The sun burned merciless on his head,
The hot air he breathed almost burned the inside of his nose.
Sweat streamed down his back.
It made his skin itchy.
Turned his tan fur a few tints darker.
The penetrating smell of death was hanging in the air.
He was tired.
So tired.

With his eyes narrowed, an attempt to protect them against the warm wind, he looked at the battlefield in front of him.
His hands tightened around the handlebars of his precious bike.
His partner in crime.
His comrade.
Without his bike, he probably wasn't the man, or mouse in his case, he was nowadays.
A leader.
One where people could rely on.
Calm.
Wise.
He'd come a long way.

But all of that didn't matter anymore.
Because they were right all along.
Victory had never been this far away.
And nothing, absolutely nothing, could draw it closer.
Could lure it out to make it theirs.
Mars was lost.
And everyone who was still fighting for freedom was marked by death.

It was time.
Their fight was about to come to an end.
One once told him that death was peaceful.
That only death knew the peace where he was so desperately fighting for.
The peace that the living would never find.
He forced himself to believe it.
To keep away the fear.
He wasn't scared of dying.
But watching everybody around him die…
...that's what terrified him.

His gaze landed on a white-furred mouse.
Then on a grey-furred mouse.
His bro's.
His family.
Both fighting for their lives.
Fighting for freedom.
For Mars.
Both knowing that it was a losing battle.
But determined to fight till the bitter end.

His tan-furred tail lashed through the air.
He couldn't watch them die.
The thought alone was enough to make him feel sick to the stomach.
To make him feel anxious like never before.
But he was a leader.
A captain.
And a captain always goes down with the ship.
A captain never leaves the ship before his crew, his family, was being safe.
Or dead.

All of a sudden, a glimmer on his right caught his attention.
Broke him out of his thoughts.
He turned his head to look at what it was.
A shiver went down his spine.
Were his eyes deceiving him?
No.

Perhaps there was still a chance.
Not at victory, though.
That was one that got away.
But he might be able to save what was left to be saved.
To take care of the ones he loved.

There's only one god and his name is Death.
And there's only one thing we say to Death…

"Not today."
A shaking, with red dust stained hand reached to his helmet and closed his visor.
With the warm wind now locked out, he activated the radio.
"Pull back. I repeat, pull back."
His usual already husky voice was even raspier now.
His mouth and throat as dry as the Martian desert he was now standing in.
The things he would do for water…

But there was no time.
Time was never on their side.
Certainly not now.
The warm wind was death himself breathing down their neck.
He was a leader where people could rely on.
Time to live it up, once again.
He took a deep breath.
"We are not gonna die today."