Not Like You
I'm not going to give anything away, I'm just going to re-warn you all that this is about racism, abuse and killing. Sensitive viewers may dislike this, but I guess you guys knew that from the beginning, I doubt a new reader is going to read this chapter first without reading the rest of the story.
Please Enjoy.
Throttle held back a smile, his strength was returning, in a few moments he would be able to stand on his own. His glasses had been returned earlier as they'd passed his fathers office, allowing him to see where they were going. The mountain, his old haven. He had demanded to be let down, back onto his feet a while back, but Axel would not let him go until he could stand without his knees shaking. Chase had received a call and he was now leading them up the mountain that used to be Throttle's haven. He could see a legionary of multi-coloured mice with some tanned. They were all gathered around a larger silhouette of a mouse. With a sigh Throttle pushed at his brothers arms, Axel let him down but held onto him firmly until he was sure Throttle could stand.
Throttle smirked as Chase slid on an unstable rock. "Amateurs." He muttered, having scaled the mountain for almost all his childhood, he easily scaled the wall leaving his brothers to scrabble up the mountain after him.
As they reached the top, everyone turned to observe the newcomers, but mostly him. Many looked at him in awe, after all he had held off the drugs until the fourth syringe. Some were looking annoyed, they had covered as much fur as possible to hide the colours. The ones who had remained on Mars and therefore dye free were torn between amusement, amazement and annoyance. The good doctor and his father were glaring at his brothers, obviously they were expecting a drugged Throttle, only for him to walk into their midst as if nothing had happened.
"Throttle." His father greeted.
"Old man." Throttle answered, his father growled in warning, Throttle just smirked.
"We've been discussing your punishment." His father continued on with a sneer.
"Punishment?" Throttle butted in with a smile as his father growled again. "Punishment for what?"
"You defied our ways, helped unworthy prisoners, disobeyed a direct order, undermined myself and the tanned mice in front of the peasants, ran away to join the 'Freedom Fighters', have been living with coloured mice since you've left and associated with scum even worse then coloured mice, humans." Jack snarled. "I wish we could, but we can not insure your loyalty, but we can insure that you remain in this compound for the rest of you life."
"Oh." Throttle added, interested in what crap his father would spew next.
"I can marry you off to a loyal soldier and…" Jack growled as Throttle's laughter interrupted him. The lithe mouse chuckled for a good five minutes before finally stopping to breathe. "What do you find so funny, son." Jack asked, emphasising 'son'.
"Everything." Throttle answered. "First off, 'your' ways suck," Throttle started, emphasising 'your'. "Secondly one of the prisoners was a small girl, a child, she had done no harm. Being the murderer you are, you allowed an innocent child to die because of your racist opinions." Jack opened his mouth to stop Throttle, but the commander didn't give him a chance to speak. " Thirdly, I joined the Freedom Fighters to stop this planet being destroyed, which is a better occupation then killing for the sake of killing and I'll have you know that humans can be the most amazing, loyal and greatest allies and friends a mouse can have." Throttle argued. "As for marrying me, not going to happen."
"Why not?" Jack growled.
"Because your too much of a coward." Throttle answered. "Are you going to delegate the job to one of your goons. How about you face me like a man for once, instead of hiding behind your titles, laws and goons. Huh?" Throttle challenged.
"What would I get for fighting you?" Jack asked.
Throttle smirked. "I'm the commander of the Freedom Fighters." Throttle explained chuckling at their gasps. "What you didn't know? Surely you've heard of the Biker mice."
"Yes we've heard of them, bane of the enemies of the Freedom Fighters. They always stop the enemies, no matter if their outnumbered or an inch away from death." Chase muttered from behind him.
"I am the leader of the biker mice." Throttle answered with a smirk. "The bane of every enemy in existence." He added. "If you win, I'll let you have my skills as the best rider and bike mechanic of our kind. Only one person can care for bikes better than me and that's my human friend." Throttle explained.
"And if you win." Jack asked.
"You stop killing the coloured mice, instead separate yourself from them." Throttle answered quickly. "That means you also release the prisoners, free them and take them back to their homes."
"How does that guarantee our safety as a society, boy?" Jack asked.
"I'll speak on your behalf." Throttle answered.
Jack seemed to think about it. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"What do you want?"
Throttle sighed. "I joined the Freedom Fighters to protect this world and the Martian Mice that lived on it, that's my job, once those prisoners and the mice you keep murdering are safe, my duty is then to protect…" Throttle paused. "You. The Freedom Fighter laws are that all mice are equal and all mice should be safe. It would be my duty to protect even you." He explained.
"So if you lose, we get your technological and riding skills. If I lose, we release all coloured mice and never hunt for coloured mice again, we get protected by you from the coloured mice and their laws." Jack asked, defining their agreement.
"Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying." Throttle answered.
"With weapons or without?" Jack asked.
"Without." Throttle answered. He noticed Jack smirking. His father underestimated him because he was so small compared to the tank. But in this instance his fathers size might just be his downfall."
Jack glanced at his soldiers, Throttle was surprised everyone had nodded. Perhaps they were looking forward to watching him getting beat up by his father. Wait, they had already started betting. They were divided by size and skill. His brothers had chosen to bet upon him, they apparently had faith in his flexibility, no surprise if the story about him climbing the kitchen and washing line were true.
The soldiers stepped back until the Cliffside was clear, they leant against the walls of the mountain eagerly anticipating the fight.
Jack smiled. "Are you sure you want to do this boy?" He asked, Throttle stifled a chuckle. The man was already over confident.
"I'm sure." Throttle answered with a smile.
Jack chuckled as they slowly circled each other. Throttle hid the smirk and began to act. He moved his tail, ears and antenna, replicating the twitch of nervousness. He mentally chuckled as his fathers tail swished eagerly falling for Throttle's act. Jack decided to end the fight quickly, he charged up to Throttle prepared to punch his son across the platform. Throttle stayed slow, pretending that he was unsure until the last second, he gripped his fathers forearms, flipping over the top of his fathers head to land back to back with the mouse. He forward rolled out of range of his fathers tail.
Stretching up to his full height, Throttle chuckled. "You'll have to try harder then that." He stated, his glasses flashing as he tilted his head.
Jack smiled. "I should have known better, after all not just anyone makes commander." He answered in humour, Throttle blinked, was that pride as well. No, it must be his mistake, emotions were incredibly hard to see. "I won't under-estimate you this time, son."
Throttle smiled. He moved forward to hit his father, but the man anticipated the move and retaliated, Throttle ducked and rolled to the side, avoiding the swipe. His tail wrapped around his dad's knee. With a strong tug, his father fell onto his back.
Jack got up and chuckled, Throttle smirked. His father knew his moves were acrobatic, the man figured he could anticipate his sons moves. But Throttle had a few more 'tricks up his sleeve', he smirked as he thought of the human phrase. He allowed his father to get close enough to punch him, but as his father went to do just that, he leant back into another back flip, this time however his foot struck his father in the chin, he wrapped his tail around the mans wrist. As his father fell, he groaned as Throttle slammed his full weight into the mans chest before cart-wheeling over the mans head and a good metre of two away.
His father quickly jumped up and moved to punch Throttle, this time the strike was sure to hit, his fist was moving in a downward motion, meaning Throttle would not be able to dodge. But Throttle easily gripped his fathers wrist, holding a pressure point. Jack gasped as used his other hand to try to remove his son's grip but Throttle anticipated that, he swiftly moved so that he held his fathers arm behind his back. Jack moved to twirl around and strike, but Throttle quickly and with more power then his size suggested kicked the larger man in the back, the man stumbled forward. He turned to deliver a kick to throttle but his son was faster. Jack groaned as he fell, He cried out as the cliff floor disappeared, he grabbed desperately at the edge of the cliff-side.
Throttle stepped forward looking down at his father and abuser, frowning.
Jack smiled the smile of someone who was looking at his murderer or about to meet his death. "Going to let me fall, boy." He asked, the silence was eerie. The soldiers behind them were obviously too shocked to help or were waiting for the drama to play out.
Throttle sighed. "I don't want to save your life." He muttered.
Jack gasped as his large weight made his grip weak, he slipped and cried out expecting to die, but a tight band wrapped around his wrist. He looked up, Throttle, his son had wrapped his tail around his fathers wrist. It was clear the boy was in agony, his father was massive. A Martian tail could hold at least two grown human men, but Jack knew he was at least the size of three full grown men, his stronger Martian bones and muscles outweighing a human. Yet here he was, his little boy, holding his massive father with his own tail. How could Throttle do this after all he'd done to the boy?
Throttle gasped in pain. "If I let you fall, I'll be just like you, a murderer. I won't turn out like you, I won't be a murderer." Throttle explained vehemently.
"If you let me fall, you won't be responsible, I'm too heavy." Jack explained, feeling centuries older as he contemplated forcing Throttle to let go, then to drag his youngest son down with him. "Why endanger your life with mine?"
Throttle's tail tightened. "Because you may be a murderer." Jack frowned sadly, hating how his youngest son was calling him a murderer, was that all he was to the boy? Is that how he made his son see him? Throttle interrupted his self-pity. "But your, your also my father." Throttle added. Jack looked up into his boys face in shock. "Admittedly not much of a father. But your still my old man." Throttle explained, he was looking at his father with a divided expression, he hated his father but he couldn't kill his old man for love of his family, no matter how messed up they were. Jack didn't care less. Maybe, just maybe he had a second chance to be the good father, perhaps Jack was wrong all along. Perhaps having a son with the coloured mice as an ally was beneficial and perhaps having his son happy was more important.
Jack frowned in determination, he had to get his weight off his sons tail before he did anymore damage. "I'm going to swing Throttle and try to grab the wall, I'll try to be quick." Jack explained, knowing it would be painful for his son. Jack swung and gripped a crevice tight. Throttle had cried out as he'd swung and it helped shake the mice out of their shock. Axel, Gary and Chase immediately raced forward. Gary leant over and gripped his fathers other hand, whilst Axel gripped the forearm of the arm gripping the wall. Chase wrapped around Throttled lowering his tail down to wrap around Throttle's tail and his fathers wrist.
"Get over here and help!" Chase ordered. The soldiers raced forward and immediately gripped a brother each and pulled. Even with ten mice pulling, it took twenty minutes to safely pull up the big man. Throttle lay exhausted in his older brothers arms panting. The soldiers, Gary and Axel were sat or bent over panting at the exertion. Jack he lay on his back, panting and looking slightly bewildered.
"Throttle?" Jack called. Throttle stood on shaky legs, his tail was sore and stiff, his waist was sore from the strong grip his older brother had on him, Jack had almost pulled them all down at one point. Once Throttle was in his vision, Jack smiled. "Can you get in contact with Stoker?" He asked.
Throttle smiled. "My communicator was on my tool belt, take me to that and I can call them."
Jack nodded. "First, we need to talk."
Throttle nodded. "Yes, we do."
"Once I catch my breath, we'll go back to my office." Jack answered. His son just nodded once more and moved to lean against the mountain wall. His son had already calmed himself from the previous exertion. Axel, Gary and Chase were looking at Throttle and himself with a smile and a lot of pride.
Chase moved forward to sit by his father. "Throttle was an incredible person dad, not many would do what Throttle has done. What you did all those years ago was wrong father and you have a chance to make it right." He explained quietly, out of earshot of everyone else. "Fix this family, father." He demanded before he moved away.
Jack frowned, his son had no right to order him about, he was his prodigy, one day he'd be his successor but that was not for a long time. But his son was right, he had to fix this mess.
A/N:- Okay guys what do you think… you might recognise part of the scene XD I was watching the Thunderbirds movie earlier. *grins* I hope you enjoyed this chapter! This is not the end, I have quite a few more chapters to go through yet.
