Kindled Fires Chapter 4, a biker mice from mars fanfic

I think that was enough of an intro.

Don't you?

Okay here is where the real story begins. five years after the first three chapters.

The guys have been on earth for several months.

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Charlie sat outside the school in her uniform waiting for her little cousin Shara to show up. It was summer, and though they had no school for the next month or so she hadn't been able to resist putting on her uniform for this little endeavor since it was easier to move around in for her.

Besides it wasn't like she would be actively participating in the fight tonight. No. She was there to attend the wounded with her nifty first aid kid and limited medical knowledge.

Hopefully no one would bring a gun this time. But even if someone did out of pure meanness and stupidity she wasn't worried. Shara wouldn't let anything happen to her or the others. She heard the rumbling purr of a motorcycle and glanced to her left at the sleek silvery white bike that pulled up, and smiled at it's rider as she reached up and pulled off her helmet revealing the angelic/fairy princess features of her younger cousin Shara.

"Yo." Shara said in her usual fashion as she pushed some of her silvery blond mid back length hair back away from her face and gave Charlie a once over with her peculiar neon pink/lavender colored eyes.

"Whoa, Charlie my love you look hot." Shara said in a teasing tone. Charlie rolled her eyes and smiled at her cousin.

"If the next few words out of your mouth are, Take your clothes off and cool down; the gang will be without a leader." Charlie cautioned Shara. The blond gave her an amused look.

"I wouldn't say that-" Even if it sounded like something she would usually say to Charlie. She still wouldn't say it because her older cousin just might kill her. "I am wondering if your wearing panties though-Ow!" Shara yelped as Charlie's fist connected with her upper arm.

"Dammit that hurt." Shara growled as Charlie folded her arms over her chest and stared down at her.

"No it didn't."

"Oh? And I suppose you would know this because your phychic or something?"

"No. I just know it would take a lot more than that to really hurt you-" Charlie said as she unfolded her arms and brushed Shara's bangs back from her forehead so that she could trace the lavender purple nine point star shaped scar on her cousin's forehead from where she had been shot in the head at point blank range, by her own father a year after her mother's death. "Sort of like it will take more than a bullet to splatter your brains across the pavement."

Shara lightly smacked her hand away from her forehead. All good humor suddenly gone from her expression as she recalled the night her father had gone crazy and walked up to her and shot her in the head thinking that it would kill her.

It hadn't. It had only stunned her enough to make her go totally limp and look dead. Which was probably why she had woken up in a dumpster wrapped in a bloody tarp with a headache from hell before she managed to untangle herself from the tarp and climbed out of the dumpster and had walked five miles to Charlie's house wondering how she was going to explain her sudden need to spend the next few years in her uncle and aunt's home.

Luckily they hadn't heard about what her father had done until her father had called them to tell them that someone had broken into the house and killed her. Trapping himself in his own lie since she was alive and well and pissed off enough to finger him for what he had done.

"I'm sorry Shara, that was insensitive of me." Charlie said as she studied Shara's blank apathetic expression as she looked at her.

"No big Charlie." Shara said, knowing that her cousin hadn't said what she had said to be cruel. She had merely been pointing out a fact that Shara herself sometimes forgot. Or maybe it was simply that she didn't like being reminded of it.

It was hard to say.

"How much longer until the others get here?"

Charile looked at the watch on her right wrist. Noting that it was just before sun down. "Not long. Another ten minutes maybe." Shara made a humming sound.

"Awesome. I'll start doing a weapon's check."

Charlie ducked down behind a metal barrel as gun shots were fired in all directions. She screamed as the bullet ricocheted dangerously close to her, hitting the wall just above her hiding place before bouncing off of a metal beam and thudding into the soft tissues in Blane's leg.

He screamed in pain and fell just shy of the place where three of the others were hiding. "Blane!" Tina cried as Mark swore violently then pushed her back and shrugged off his jacket and thrust it into her arms and hissed.

"Stay here." As he moved out from behind the safety of the wood pile and ran over to Blane and grabbed his arm and dragged him to safety as more shots were fired.

"Countdown!" Shara yelled, reminding them that she was still there and she needed to know that all of them were alright. The countdown system told her who was there and who wasn't. They did a head check every time they all went out together and did another every time someone got hurt.

"One."

"Two."

"Three-" Blane gasped as Tina and Mark tried to stop the bleeding.

"Four!" Christophe called from the far side of the building, making all of them wonder what the hell he was doing way over there while they were way, over here getting shot at.

"F-Five..." Drea called weakly, her voice shaking.

"Si-" Charlie started to call out when she felt something cold and metal press against the nape of her neck and heard a low gravely voice say.

"Not for long." There was an audible click, and her breath came out in a low frightened, keening sound an instant before she heard Shara calling her name.

Charlie woke up screaming as something loud made a banging sound from just down the hall from her room. An instant later the sound of three sets of heavy feet pounding against the tile floor of her hall way, heading towards her room echoed in her ears. And still she couldn't stop screaming.

Even when her bedroom door was kicked open and her three friends rushed into the room and tried to calm her down, she couldn't stop screaming.