Just hold on
I shocked you with the last chapter didn't I. All will be explained with time. I'm sorry Reba McEntire but you're song was just too amazing to not add in this story. Guys, listen to You're gonna be by Reba McEntire, it is amazing and also listen to Consider me gone and Strange. She is an amazing singer! I claim no rights to her song, I make no money from using it, I just love it.
Instincts were blaring, Throttle immediately faked sleep as he tried to work out what had happened. Why were his instincts screaming at him to run, after all he was just… Throttle froze, now he remembered.
The bros had just returned to Charley's garage and Vinnie was preparing to wirelessly detonate the bombs he had planted in the Limburger tower. They were all laughing and joking, Stoker was sitting in front of the screens preparing for the show the other three bikers were filming. Vinnie was in the kitchen with Modo drinking Rootbeers in celebration. Throttle, well he was stood by his lady out in the front watching the skyline, his enhanced glasses easily locating and zooming in on the Limburger tower.
Because his vision was focused on the tower he barely registered the vehicles approaching, but Stoker spotted them on the screen and sounded the alert but it was too late for Throttle, he was out in the open. He gasped as something sharp hit him in the chest. It took him a few vital seconds for his glasses to zoom back out, he looked down and noticed the empty syringe hanging off his body. Growling he pulled it out and threw it to the side. He looked up in time to see an army of multicoloured soldiers charging right for him. Snarling he pulled his gun out of its holster and aimed.
"Wow! They made it hear fast!" Vinnie cried out lighting his flares and then the foolish mouse went charging into the soldiers easily taking out four in one hit. Modo hit one with his metal arm, the other mouse went flying taking out two others as he landed. Throttle quickly hit one in the face, kicking another before shooting a third in the stomach.
Stoker came running through and quickly herded Charley into an office. Throttle nodded as he disappeared behind the door. Stoker would protect their girl. Now to get rid of invited guests. Or so Throttle had hoped, he had woven in and out taking them down, Vinnie was charging in and causing them to fall, like the human game, dominoes. Modo was easily beating three others. Throttle quickly noticed the soldiers getting up and blocking the bros path to each other, gradually separating them. He instantly called out and ordered for them to rejoin. Vinnie and Modo easily reached each other, it turned out the majority of the soldiers were heading for him.
Throttle had executed a graceful back flip avoiding an attack from the only mouse behind him, but now between his bros stood a small army of mice who had every intention of catching him. Vinnie and Modo had instantly called for back up and had attacked the nearest mice and Throttle had started taking down anyone who approached.
But he had been struck by another syringe. He frowned as whatever was in the syringe started to take effect. His glasses they were flashing on and off. Whatever the drug was it was trying to force him to sleep and as a side effect, it was turning off his glasses. Luckily, his hearing was still in top form, he easily heard the approach of more soldiers and acted swiftly taking them down. He was hit again with another syringe and he could hear someone getting annoyed as he continued to stand. He felt himself sway for a second, before he shook his head and focused. Everything felt and sounded weird, the drug was overloading his system, he cried out as he was struck, the blade went deep but the mouse who had struck quickly pulled it out and went to grab him. He moved away and fought again but to Throttle it felt more like he was sluggishly moving and being struck over and over again. He shook as another syringe hit him and this time he could not fight it, he felt darkness enclose around him and try as he might he could not prevent himself from blacking out.
Now Throttle knew, his bros had not succeeded and he was in his fathers clutches. Oh damn. His body and senses were too sluggish, the dose they'd injected was too high for him to use his senses to their dullest effect.
"Damn this dye just won't come off." A voice snarled. Throttle mentally froze, the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't get his mind to work. "Whatever it is, it is either permanent or long lasting! What are you laughing at, at least your post box red, your colour suits you Axel, but I am not green." Gary, Throttle thought. That's his name.
"Quit complaining you two, our brother has returned and that is more important." Throttle mentally froze again. Who was this? He hadn't heard this voice before. 'our brother', could it be Chase? "Has he awoken yet?" The new mouse asked.
"No, the dose that we had to use is too high, even if he does awake now, I guarantee he would be very sluggish." Another voice answered. So there was someone with him, Throttle thought. He was sure he knew who it was, but he couldn't bring himself to care, this bed was just too comfy. He'd rather sleep.
"You're dismissed." Gary stated. Footsteps echoed down the hallway and disappeared and then one of his brother made a sick sound. "Why did father leave him with our baby brother? I've heard rumours of what he's done to Throttle and I don't like them."
"That is not important, Father has permitted us to move him to his old room but before we do that we have to give him a check over for any weapons or anything note worthy." Chase answered.
Throttle was bought back from he darkness and gentle fingers rubbed the sensitive nodes by his ears, wait he was missing something important. What was it? "What about those nodes by his ears?" Axel asked.
"Apparently the glasses he wore were somehow attached to the nodes, the doctor analysed his eyes and said they've been removed and then replaced with cheap metal ones. He has lost his baby blue eyes." Gary answered sadly. Throttle barely kept from frowning, he would have jumped up and demanded his glasses back, but the drugs were keeping him sedated.
"I guess it was those scientists of the Plutarkians." Chase muttered. Strong fingers carefully slid over Throttle's body checking almost every crack and crevice. If Throttle had been capable of it he would have jumped up in offence, but he was vulnerable and unable to fight back. "He's clear, father must have searched and removed them all, but wanted it double checked."
Axel snorted. "It's obvious he wants you to become just like him. I bet he plans to sell our little brother off to his most loyal soldier, no matter the age or our little brothers sexual orientation." Throttle twitched slightly as protective hands lifted him up, he was jostled until his head was laying against his brothers chest, his hands sleepily clinging to his brothers uniform, his brother held him bridal style. The three brothers were quiet. "Throttle little bro, are you awake?" So they caught his little twitch, Throttle thought, that was bad news, but why was it bad news, he frowned before remembering he would want to escape as soon as this drug wore off.
"How are you feeling?" Sleepy. Throttle childishly thought. He was struggling to keep two thoughts together. "What did they give you?"
"Are you sure that this sedative is alright? It should have worn off ages ago."
"Throttle did have four doses."
"Well that might explain it but I'm worried, what if it causes permanent damage. Throttle doesn't deserve this, he was a proud warrior he shouldn't be turned into a sleepy babe."
"Give me a moment to check his medical records." Throttle eagerly excepted the silence hoping to slip back into sleep but Chase quickly interrupted. "The stupid moronic doctor has decided to let the overdose work itself out of its system rather then injecting the antidote. It says here, he is hoping the side effects make the stubborn mouse more agreeable." Chase growled.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Father is planning something that he needs Throttle weak minded and willed for. I'll get the antidote." Chase responded.
Throttle mentally sighed in sleepy annoyance as Gary and Axel started talking to him as Chase searched for the antidote. They were talking about. Wait, he did not have a teddy bear, he never had one. What on Mars were they talking about. Goddesses they were making this crap up! Throttle's ear twitched as Chase went quiet. Where was he? Gary chuckled at something bringing Throttle's attention back to him. "Axel quickly picked you up as Chase went sliding down the floor, you were giggling whilst you nibbled on your teddy bears ear, it has lost its fur as you'd had it since you were a babe. You always sucked then nibbled on the particular ear, we had no idea why." Throttle flinched at a sharp pain in his arm, it disappeared as quickly as it came. But then they were moving. Axel was chuckling, his chest rumbling against Throttles body. Gary just continued. "I remember this one time that Chase took your toy to wash it, you had sat in front to the cleaner with big watery eyes until your mouse came out, but the chase pegged it up to dry. Somehow you'd climbed the cupboards and shelves, pulling down the washing line to get your bear. Luckily the washing soap Chase had used wasn't dangerous as its ear was back in your mouth before any of us could blink." The three brothers chuckled.
"I remember your first bath." Axel said after a while. "Well not your first bath but the first one you were old enough to leave sitting independently whilst I collected the cleaners. I'd filled you a small tub full of bubbles, and you were really excited gurgling happily with a pacifier in you mouth. Your mouse bear was sitting on the shelf nearby and you were laughing as you threw bubbles and water at the mouse. Unfortunately you decided to wet everything in sight including me, but splashing your arms up and down excitedly. I had to clean the whole room." Throttle flushed, divided with embarrassment and amusement.
"I remember your first birthday. Everyone was gathered around. You'd been working out how to crawl for quite a bit of time earlier, but your first birthday was special. We all noticed you'd gone missing and were calling out to you when you appeared. You had your pacifier in you mouth, giggling happily and you were standing on your own two feet for the first time, your legs were wobbling a bit and your were holding onto the side of the chair. We were all absolutely amazed. Then father bent down cooing at you the whole time and you walked into his arms. Father was so proud he was crying." Chase added his own memories.
"I remember when you were a little child, you were allowed outside the house for the first time, he's put some fences up to prevent you walking out into the open and endanger yourself. But when did that stop you. You'd slipped past the fences and were attacked by a sabre tooth squid. Father was so worried, when he found you and saw you alive he broke down and cried. He killed all the sabre tooth squid nearby to protect you from them." Gary added.
"Now look at him." Axel muttered.
"Axel!"
"What, we all know the truth, I don't know what happened but he ahs changed. Even to us." Axel stated.
Throttle frowned, the sedative was beginning to wear off. He managed to open his eyes a little, but everything was blurry. So their father wasn't so bad? He found that hard to believe. They were taking him to his father and he had no doubt that father had several hundred things to say to Throttle about leaving and everything else.
"I remember a song father used to sing." Chase muttered and he started humming, then singing softly.
"6lbs and 9oz.
lookin' up at me
Like I have all the answers
I hope I have the ones you need
I've never really done this,
now I know what scared is
Sometimes I'll protect you from everything that's wrong
Other times I'll let you just find out on your own
But that's when you'll be growin',
And the whole time I'll be knowin
CHORUS:
You're gonna fly with every dream you chase
You're gonna cry, but know that that's okay
Sometimes life's not fair, but if you hang in there
You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good
We just have to believe things work out like they should
Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me
You're gonna be I'm afraid you'll have to suffer throughsome of my mistakes
Lord knows I'll be trying to give you what it takes
What it takes to know the difference
Between getting by and livin'
'Cause anything worth doing is worth doing all the way
Just know you'll have to live with all the choices that you make
So make sure you're always givin' waymore than you're takin' CHORUS
You're gonna fly with every dream you chase
You're gonna cry, but know that that's okay
Sometimes life's not fair, but if you hang in there
You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good
We just have to believe things work out like they should
Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me
You're gonna be Someone's everything
You're gonna seeJust what you are to me
You're gonna fly with every dream you chase
We just have to believe things work out like they should
Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me
You're gonna beAlways loved by me." Chase finished the song.
"Father must have forgotten the song." Axel muttered. Throttle frowned, he'd heard that song before but he didn't remember anyone singing it. "But we used to sing it to you during the night when you could not sleep." He held Throttle tighter. Throttle blinked sleepily as Axel's voice reached his ear. "Just hold on Throttle. Trust us." And Throttle did.
A/N:- Got an idea where this is going yet XD. Hmmm…. I'll try not to add anymore twists…
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Don't believe me do you XD.
