Hey guys, this is my new fan fiction and my first Biker Mice from Mars book.
This book will be a short-ish one being two to three chapters long maybe longer and it will look at the possibility of a fight in which they lose, and one mouse may not last to live into the next week or month, whatever.
Largely based off the 2006 series I grew up with and a sprinkling of 1993-1996 series references here and there. Might be a slight AU..
The three biker mice fought against the mass numbers of cats their biggest enemy, Ronald Rump had sent to try and hopefully fail to kill the three mice. This was his third attempt this week and the mice and some of the cats were getting sick of it. "Man, I never thought I would say I am bored of fighting these guys." Vinnie said. The white furred mouse looked to his tan furred brother Throttle and grey furred brother Modo.
"Vincent, my brother I never thought I would actually agree with you on something, but this has proved otherwise." Throttle replied. "I agree with you there bros, old rumpy must really want to kill us." Modo said, as he shot down another cat. Vinnie and Throttle shot down three more cats each bring the remaining number down to thirty-two from the original forty. [40- 2 – 6= 32, Modo shot two and you know how many the others shot]
They continued to take down as many cats as they could. This time was different to the other two attempts earlier this week as more cats kept coming and fighting every time they shot one down. As a result, the mice were becoming more tired as the battle wore on. They could not keep fighting for too much longer. "Bros I don't think I can fight much longer, I'm surrounded." Vinnie said.
His bros looked towards the voice and sure enough the cats were mostly fighting him and not the other two. "Hold on bro we are coming." Modo said and the started shooting the cats around their bro. "Charley-girl we are going to need back up here, ask Stoker." Throttle said through the communicators on their helmets. "Okay, he should be there soon." Charley replied.
Meanwhile from his big building, Ronald Rump could see the fight between the cats and the mice. The only ones not joining in were Cataclysm, his brother Hairball and the mad Dr. Catorkian. Cataclysm was making sure the injured cats were getting treated and that healthier ones were being sent to battle.
"Sir, we are down to our last twenty cats and they are all medics, there is no way they can fight." an officer reported. "It will be no matter; the ones on the battle field will at least get the annoying white one for sure." Cataclysm said. "Sir, yes Sir." The cat said and left to help the medics. "Cataclysm are you sure they will get the white one and how so?" Dr. Catorkian asked.
"Well he will at least get a life-threatening injury because our men have him surrounded and the others won't get to him in time for him to escape un-harmed." Cataclysm replied. "Ah brother, vhat vill this achieve." Hairball said. "This will weaken the others as the white one is the youngest of their little group." Cataclysm said. "And therefore, they will feel the most protective over him." Catorkian added. "So, they won't fight us da?" Hairball asked. "It's not certain but hopefully yes." Cataclysm said and turned around to continue watching the battle.
Back with the bros, they were shooting as many as they could like they were doing before. Only this time Stoker and a small army had come to help them out. "Hey where is the rookie?" Stoker asked referring to Vinnie. "Right in the middle of this old timer." Vinnie called out. "Alright guys you know what to do, shoot the cats and make sure Vinnie gets out alive and don't shoot him." Stoker commanded to his small army.
He went to join Throttle and Modo as his troops started to open fire. "Thanks Stoker, Rump has been mad making these guys fight us two more times this week before now." Modo said. "No problem, say this Rump guy, he must be getting pretty desperate by now." Stoker said. "And don't we know it." Throttle agreed. "It seems this bunch seem to be focusing on rookie." Stoker observed. "Yeah, and we don't know why." Modo said.
"Have they focused on either of you two in the other battles?" Stoker asked, he had to consider any possibilities. "Nah, in the other battles they didn't focus on any of us specifically." Throttle said. Stoker frowned, the cats were being strange, and he couldn't make out why. "GUYS, quit daydreaming and help us out here." Vinnie half shouted, sure enough more cats were around the young mouse and the others were struggling to get to him.
"Hang on rookie, we are coming." Stoker called back and the rode off to join the fight. The fight was going well they were going through loads of cats and they were getting closer to the youngest mouse. They were nearly there when they heard and almighty yelp of pain, one Throttle thought he would never have to hear again. It was Vinnie's, they hurt him. That made the other mice really angry. "ATTACK." Stoker screamed.
The mice made a quick job of finishing the cats. Throttle drove to Vinnie with a good, quick speed. "Vincent, you okay." He said to the semi-conscious mouse on the ground. "No, it hurts." Vinnie whimpered. Usually he wouldn't whimper or say anything like that but he did just get shot somewhere by a cat so that means they can make an exception. "Where did they get you bro." Throttle asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice for his brother's sake.
Vinnie pointed to the side of his chest where you could see a lot of red blood on his white fur coat. It was around the area that unfortunately was not covered by the flare belts he had going in an X shape across his chest. [Had no idea what to call it so that will do] "It will be alright bro we are going to get you out of here." Throttle said to reassure both the younger mouse and himself. Vinnie started to close his eyes. "Vinnie, you got to stay awake for just a little longer." Throttle said urgently.
"I'll try bro." Vinnie replied weakly. Vinnie reached out weakly for his big brother's hand. Throttle gripped it tightly. A medic mouse ran over to the two brothers. He started work on Vinnie, who was only just awake at that moment. Throttle moved so he was now by his younger brother's head and he was stroking the fur on top of it to keep Vinnie calm with one hand, whilst still keeping the iron grip on his younger brother's hand with his other one.
Many people didn't know that Vinnie hated anything medical happening to him to when inevitably, he did get hurt and it needed medical attention, his brothers were always there to calm him down. At the end of the day Vinnie was scared of doctors, although he hates admitting it as it gives people a fear, a weakness to use against him. As the medic was working on him he passed out.
They took him away back to a local Martian hospital that from the outside looked like an ordinary office but if you were allowed inside it was completely different. Throttle and Modo were told to wait in the waiting room until the doctor was ready to talk to them about their little brother.
Stoker had gone to give his report to Carbine on the battle and to tell her of the youngest mouse in his team's injuries. He promised the older mice that he would come back and offer his support and help to them while they wait for Vinnie to pull through. "Maybe this was their plan all along," Modo says after they sit in silence to allow the day's events to register in their heads. Throttle turned to his slightly older brother, clearly confused.
"What makes you say that?" he asks; Charlene was on her way as they were speaking but the typical Chicago traffic was slowing her down. "The cats, they have been fighting us for so long and we always whoop their tails. Maybe they have realized that if the take down one of us it might be easier to take us all down. Vinnie is the one we are most protective over," Modo explains while they wait for the doctor to tell them if their brother is okay or not.
"Are you sure the cats are that wise big guy?" Throttle asks, trying to digest the theory Modo had just proposed to him. "I'm sure of it, they have been trying to find our weakness for months if not years. It is the only logical thing I can think off right now. They surrounded him, and they weren't so bothered about us," Modo replies, giving further evidence to his theory. "I suppose you're right. We just have to prove them wrong," Throttle says.
He wasn't really in a desperate need to show the cats right that second. He was worried about his little brother and he was going to play the game the cats were playing. They would think that the mice are out of commission while they wait for their brother to either wake up or pass away. So, they wouldn't think that their base would be attacked. Throttle planned on following that game for a little while then pouncing when the guard is down. It would give them any revenge they were seeking, and it would certainly bring the element of surprise.
They were both exhausted from that fateful battle and were in no fit shape to be taking down any cats. They would wait a couple of weeks and then strike. Best plan of action they could come up with and they knew Stoker and the rest of the freedom fighters would back them up on that one. Charlene would most likely want to stay and watch over Vinnie so that he knows he isn't on his own while he recovers. They didn't even know if he was going to recover at this point.
None of their friends had shown up before the doctor did, she looked weary and like she was about to deliver them some bad news. She walked over to them and they stood up, either way they were going to be seeing their younger brother shortly. He was hit by a Catatonian weapon and the boys weren't sure if anyone could heal from the injuries it gave. They knew Vinnie was a strong mouse, so he stood a better chance than most.
She explained to the two mice that they had taken Vinnie into surgery and that he was currently recovering in a coma, so his body had the best chance of healing and for him to make a full recovery. They had put him on a ventilator and they had taken his mask off, so his scars were now showing for anyone who entered the room he was in to see. His battle wounds from his horrific treatment under Dr. Karbunkle which were always hidden with the mask were going to be seen be Charley for the very first time.
The bros knew Vinnie hated his scars but there wasn't a whole lot they could do about it. His mask was a good cover so there wasn't much of a reason for them to buy anything to cover them up or be reduced to nothing. Throttle was the first to hold one of Vinnie's hands and to let him know that he was still there. It felt weird to them since he never squeezed back but they also expected this, he is in a coma. When he initially comes round he probably is going to be a bit drugged up at first, so they could put it back on just as he wakes up and he wouldn't know that it had been off for any length of time.
They let the boys see their brother and said that if their friend arrived then they would show her where to go. Modo and Throttle hesitated for the longest moment in their lives, did they really want to see their brother like this? Well, they didn't really have a choice because they wanted to support their brother and reassure him in his time of need. Throttle was trying to think of encouraging words to tell his brother, but, even if Vinnie could hear his older brother talking to him there wasn't much that could be said. Throttle couldn't even tell Vinnie that everything was going to be okay because the doctor warned them that the next 24 hours was critical in the chances of him being able to recover from this.
The two older mice were even overwhelmed by the number of machines and different things of medical equipment were being used just to keep their little brother alive at this point. They managed to start a small Martian mouse blood bank which was a key factor in Vinnie being able to survive. Stoker was the first of their friends to walk in and he just stood next to Throttle, never taking his eyes off the young mouse since the moment he walked in. "Charlene is going to be here soon, she is still in that traffic jam," Stoker says, breaking the silence for the first time in five minutes. He also put a supportive paw on the other two males' shoulders for a moment while they struggled to find any words to say.
"Vinnie is going to make it, right Stoker?" Modo asks, he mentally cursed himself for the doubt in his tone, but no one could blame him for feeling like that. Vinnie's life was literally hanging in the balance, anything could happen during the rest of that afternoon and the night. "If I know anything about the Rookie then he should be fine as long as we can keep him on bed rest once this part of it is over. This may seem awful now, but you do have to remember even though the memories aren't nice he was a lot worse after we rescued him from Dr. Karbunkle," Stoker says, also thinking back to that night. They didn't think Vinnie was going to make it then and they spent night after night watching over him as he was very ill from those experiments.
"I suppose your right Stoker, you just can't help the doubt though. I haven't really met anyone who has recovered from the Catatonian blaster before, this seems to be different than when he was experimented on," Throttle says, finally finding his voice. He was grateful for Stoker's advice though, that white mouse they call their brother has been through a lot in his life and somehow, he always manages to make it with a smile and some joke involving his ego. Even when he got turned into a baby after a battle where Rump was working on a "youth potion" Vinnie still kept his ego and was still himself.
"Yeah, gotta hand it to the rookie, he sure knows how to keep his ego intact no matter what bad things happen. These medics have a bit of human medical knowledge as well which is something that we don't have back on Mars which may well give Vinnie an advantage in his recovery," Stoker says, just as Throttle decides to sit on the bed right next to Vinnie's hand that he hadn't let go of. "Yeah, Vinnie's strong, he'll get through this with us," Modo says, starting to feel more confident within himself about his brother's chances now. They spent another hour just talking to each other and the patient in the room before Charlene finally managed to arrive.
Modo hugged her straight away since Throttle was not one for leaving Vinnie's side. Throttle wasn't even sure how to help Charlene through this situation emotionally, this was all weird to him. He had to be the leader like he usually does, but until Vinnie makes it through the night he couldn't find the strength within himself to be able to do it. Charlene was the only person in the room who has never seen the facial injuries Vinnie received from Dr. Karbunkle, so they knew she was going to be shocked over it. She was at first, but she said that it would never change her opinion of him.
"What's the plan for payback?" Stoker asks, knowing either way once a few days, maybe a week has passed they'd be going after the Catatonian's and make them know just how wrong they were in messing with the mice. "We're going to play their game, they went solely after Vinnie for a reason. To try and weaken us down, so we are going to make them think that they have us right where they want us and then when their guard is down, we are going to strike where it hurts," Throttle says, that authority and confidence back in his tone. He knew he could still be overruled by Stoker if the older mouse thought that Throttle's plan was too reckless and too dangerous.
Stoker had to think for a minute, he was on the battlefield, so he knew what went down between the boys and the cats. The fact that they had the brains to plan something like that was unusual, but they couldn't rule it out as a possibility. "Yeah, that was unusual that the cats would plan something like this, but they do have some smart guys a bit higher up. I do agree that the best plan of action is to wait until their guard is down, but I'd be careful in case they try and attack you while we are waiting for Vinnie to wake up and be well enough to go back to the scoreboard to continue recovering," Stoker says, knowing it would be better for the younger mouse to stay where the cats aren't likely to find him since no one would suspect they use the scoreboard anymore.
Charlene finally had the courage to go to Vinnie's side finally being able to see the white mouse's facial injuries in full. She now understood a little more about why Vincent hid behind his big ego. He literally spends his life hiding behind a mask because how his facial injuries make him feel inside. She put her hand on the little fur that forms hair on the top of his head and ran her hand through it, so she could provide some comfort even if Vinnie wasn't aware of what is going on. "I can stay in the Scoreboard when you go off on the mission. I don't mind keeping an eye on Vinnie," she tells them, and they were grateful for the help.
"Thank you Charlene, we appreciate you being here at this difficult time," Modo says, always the gentleman of the group. They knew Charlene is still learning the things that the guys have been through over the years and through the battles that they have faced. She can teach them coping methods that they might not have considered when they lived on Mars. "It's okay guys, you help me out in the garage so when you need help it's only fair that I am here for you," she tells them and then gives Throttle a hug. It was plain to see that the leader of the trio was struggling with his emotions.
Stoker managed to get Throttle to leave the room for a moment, so he could have a little bit of privacy to deal with his emotions. "Poor Throttle, this is hitting him hard. I don't think I have seen him like this," Charlene says, looking to the door where the eldest two had just left. Modo put his robotic arm on Charlene's shoulder and his other hand was replacing Throttle's when he was holding Vinnie's. "It's hard for us, but I've always said that behind the scenes Throttle has always been protective of Vinnie, he's like a younger brother to the two of us and they are quite close," Modo says, he couldn't find a good quote from his old mama, but she would be watching over them all.
"I bet, Vinnie is one of the strongest mice I know so he will pull through this," Charlene says, and she ever so gently starts to trace the scars on Vinnie's face. It felt weird to see him without his mask on and the mess that was left behind, but it didn't make Charlene think any less of Vinnie. It just proved to her that he was one of the bravest mice that she knew. "That he is Charley ma'am. I think we all will be fine soon enough, it's just that wait and the fear of the unknown," Modo says, it felt weird that he was talking about his fears so openly, but he was comfortable around Charlene. Vinnie couldn't hear them as far as they knew.
"I know Modo, as long as Vinnie knows that you're here for him and we help him get better each day then everything is going to be alright. It is scary at first and he has been hurt quite badly but he is going to pull through this," Charlene tells him, placing one of her hands on Modo's arm. Throttle walked back in with Stoker a few minutes later and Modo stopped what he was doing to pull his brother into a tight hug since he knew he needed one and Stoker and Charley could let Vinnie know that they were there for him. Throttle hugged Modo back and they stood there for a moment just feeling calmer because they know that their brother is going to be just fine.
Even Carbine decided to visit late in the evening, Stoker was trying to encourage the two mice to go with Charley back to the garage and get some sleep and that he would stay with the Rookie and update them if his condition changed. They needed to rest, and they needed to make sure that they were going to be alright when Vinnie needs more than moral support in a few days' time. The doctor told them if Vinnie made it through the night then they would attempt to bring him round for the first time in a weeks' time and see how he does. "How's he doing Throttle?" Carbine asks, and the tan furred mouse felt grateful for her being here.
Hopefully she would convince the boys that it would be best for them to go home for the night. "He's stable for now, but they aren't really confident that he is going to make it through the night," Throttle says, and his girlfriend put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. Even Carbine has never seen the horrific scars on Vinnie's face and it took her a moment to take it all in. "Maybe you four should go home tonight, I can stay with the rookie and I promise to update you if anything changes with him," Stoker says, and Carbine was quick to agree with the eldest mouse. "Yeah, we can come back in the morning and visit Vinnie," Carbine says.
Throttle yawned and Modo was quick to follow because the events of the day have left them feeling worn out. It was like a battle neither of them have faced in a while. This made them more likely to agree and when the two ladies got up to get home to make sure they eat something, and they had some decent sleep the two other males got up as well. "Don't worry bros, the rookie is going to be fine," Stoker says as they take one last look at their brother for the night. It was going to be a long night for all involved. This was going to be the longest time the brothers have been apart from each other because they have become inseparable over the years.
Stoker hoped for everyone's sake that the white furred mouse pulls through the night and continues to improve so he can make a full recovery that would help him get back into the battles against the ever so crafty cats soon enough. Stoker never told the bros that he was worried about the youngest mouse, but he was worried. He took the white furred mouse on as one of his own like he was Stoker's child, so he was going to be protective over the rookie. Vinnie was showing no change over the course of the afternoon and the evening which was a double-edged sword. Stoker was glad that Vinnie wasn't deteriorating, but he wasn't exactly improving either. So, it was just a case of wait and see during the night.
I hope you enjoyed this first part. This story will probably be three parts like I said in the beginning. This is my first fan fiction for this series so please try and be nice.
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