Payback! Ah ha ha, I love payback! Karma's a BITCH! LOL, here's yet another chapter!
ENJOY!
Throttle's ears pricked up. His bike had rolled to the door of the living room and was rumbling softly. He nodded and stood, quietly making his way to the bike. She beeped gently, drawing a smile to Throttles face.
He patted her handlebars.
"Where at?" he whispered, crouching beside the bike to peer at her screen. His face darkened immediately. "That's my girl. Keep it up." He stood. "Modo."
The grey furred Martian glanced up from polishing Lil' Hoss and winced. He still hurt a good deal from his run in with Karbunkle's hot iron. "What's up?"
Throttle signed, asking Modo to follow him and remain quiet. Modo raised his eyebrows in surprise but nodded and immediately obeyed.
Throttle checked the screen once more, then silently led the way to the back door, signing for silence and caution the whole way. Modo frowned as he followed his tan furred bro outside.
What was going on?
The wind washed a familiar leathery scent across his nose, making his frown deepen. Where had he smelled that scent before?
Throttle was leading the way around toward the front of the building, only confusing Modo more. What was Throttle up to? A whispery rustle reached his ears and everything clicked into place. Rage suffused the gentle giant, and it took everything the trembling mouse had to remain silent.
He didn't want to scare their quarry off!
Throttle stopped, motioning for Modo to follow suit, and pointed ahead.
The dark, mottled shape of the serpent was coiled a little way ahead of them, peering in the window. After a moment, the snake turned and quietly slithered toward the garage bay doors.
Throttle lashed his tail, baring his teeth.
He quietly passed his hand over his nuke knucks. They came to life with a soft crackle. The snake froze. Throttle gathered himself and leapt forward with a roar of pure rage, tackling the snake and beating at him for all he was worth!
Askook cried out in surprise, his fangs immediately dropping down into place. His green gold eyes flashed and he squirmed around in Throttle's hold, prepared to deliver his deadly bite.
Throttle yelped as he felt a coil loop around his hips and tighten, threatening to crush his very bones to dust! The serpent quickly lifted Throttle off the ground, robbing him of his footing and making him more vulnerable to attack.
With a roar, Modo leapt into the fray. Askook lifted Throttle higher, his coils tightening around the tan leader as he focused on fending off the larger mouse.
"Ahh! Modo, he meets or exceeds your strength bro, use your tail! Supply and demand!" Throttle shouted, doing his best to ignore the pain and hitting the coil around his hips for all he was worth, trying to get the snake to loosen his grip.
He couldn't help but marvel at the snake. Blows with his nuke knucks that would have shattered stone only made the snake flinch and grimace. Askook was taking the best Throttle had, and he was weathering it very well!
Modo growled.
He suddenly lunged at Askook's face, yelling at the top of his lungs. Askook jerked back and brought his hands up to fend Modo off. Modo abruptly changed direction, darting behind the snake. He grabbed the snake's arm with a snarl and twisted it viciously up behind his back.
Askook screamed. Modo had put enough force behind it, if he'd done that to a human, he would have definitely dislocated the humans shoulder. Maybe even torn it off!
Modo now began bringing his weight into play.
Despite Askook's apparent strength and durability, the human part of him was still that of a teen. His torso was lithe, wiry. Modo outweighed the snakes upper body easily, and the long lower body was busy with Throttle. It wasn't too hard to force the snake to the ground.
Askook hissed.
He wasn't going to go down without a fight! If Modo pinned him to the ground he was finished, and they both knew it. He brought his free arm forward, pressing his hand against the concrete and keeping his body suspended about a foot off the concrete.
Remembering what Throttle said, Modo whipped his tail forward, looping it twice around Askook's slender neck. Memories of Vinnie and Buckshot foremost in his mind, the grey mouse drew his tail tight.
Askook gasped, trying to find air.
Nothing.
He could feel his eyes growing wider and wider as the horror of the situation filled him. Modo had caught him while he was breathing out, leaving him with little to no air in his lungs!
He abruptly released Throttle, his body thrashing violently as he tried to wiggle loose. But his struggles were already weak, and growing weaker.
He felt light headed, his lungs were on fire, and black spots were dancing before his eyes.
"STOP!"
DUN! Dun! dun! What's going to happen next? Take a wild guess!
Until next time...