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Not long after Throttle got to Chicago, he saw Modo riding down the street on Vinnie's bike. "He looks weird on Vinnie's bike."

Throttle honked the horn and Modo looked to see who it was. When he saw that it was Throttle, he stopped and he pulled up next to Modo.

"You look real funny riding Vinnie's bike."

"You would too if you were my height, bro. What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were taking care of Tyrone at the hospital?"

"My mom told me I should be looking for Michelle. She's right. I should be looking for her. I don't want my boys growing up without her."

"I don't want that for your boys, either, bro."

"Let's stop my old place and get my bike."

"I did swing by there and your bike isn't there. I think she's at the garage."

"Michelle would have taken her there."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Let's go."

They both headed for the garage so Throttle can get on his bike and leave the Lambo there.
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They arrived at the garage and noticed that Throttle's bike was there. She beeped excitedly when she saw Throttle. She rolled up to him. Throttle had been standing by the car when his bike rolled up to him.

"Hey girl. Been a long time. How about another ride? We have to go find Michelle. She's missing."

His bike revved her engine and started burning rubber. Throttle lightly patted the tank, then got on.

"Easy girl. I know you've taken a liking to her." Then he put his helmet on.

"Sounds like your bike is a bit upset about Michelle missing."

"Sure does. Let's ride." Then they left the garage and went out looking for Michelle.
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Somewhere in Detroit. I had started coming around several hours later. I noticed that my shoulders were sore as hell. I looked up and noticed that my arms have been chained above my head. I also noticed I was sore between my legs. I didn't want to think of what happened to me while I was out cold.

I heard someone coming in, so I played like I was still out cold. Whoever it was that was coming in, had company with him. I could smell that rankness of Plutarkian.

The one talking sounded like a woman with a wheezing problem. The other one that started talking sounded like a crazy nut case. The third voice I heard sounded like Throttle, but more deranged. He started to run his hand all over me until he put his hand between my legs. He started undoing my pants and put his hand down them. He saw that I was twitching a bit.

"Hey doc, you better sedate her again. I'm not done with her yet."

"Doc" came over with a syringe and injected something into my neck. I struggled to stay awake and get the weirdo away from me. "You….deranged….psycho…." Then I was out like a light again.

The guy that was slipping his hand down my pants decided to finish undressing me and do what he wanted with me since I was out cold and couldn't fight back. I was powerless to stop my sexual assault.

Several hours later, my rapist was done with me. He went to go about his day and I was still out cold and had been raped by some Plutarkian lackey. I felt so dirty.
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I had been dropped off somewhere between Detroit and Chicago. I was left half naked, sore and out cold. Someone had noticed me and picked me up. They put me in their vehicle and took me somewhere.

Apparently, I had been taking to the hospital in Chicago, cause I felt the stick of a needle and people yelling around me. As everyone was getting me comfortable in a hospital bed, the head doctor came over to see who was brought in. He recognized me immediately.

"Mrs. Thornboy?"

One of the nurses looked at the doctor. "You know her, Dr.?"

"Yes, I do. I delivered her twins at her home nearly 4 yrs. ago."

"She didn't come in with any ID. She has bruising and redness down below and bruising starting to show through her fur. We were about to do a rape kit on her right now."

"Let me know what you find. I will try to find her husband's number and give him a call."
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While Throttle and Modo were out looking for Michelle, Throttle felt his phone vibrate. "Hey, hold up bro. It might be my mom calling." Then he answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Thornboy? This is Dr. Sloane."

"What can I do for you, Dr.?"

"We have your wife here at the hospital. Someone brought her in. She's in bad shape, too."

"How bad?"

"Its better that I tell you in person. If you have anyone that can come with you, best to bring them."

"I understand. I'll be there soon. Thank you, Dr." Then he hung up.

After he put his phone away, He looked at Modo with sad eyes.

"What's wrong, bro?"

"Someone brought Michelle into the hospital. She's in bad shape. We need to get over there right now."

"Then let's go."

Both mice headed for the hospital to see Michelle. Throttle was so glad that his wife was safe, but he was worried about how bad in shape she was in.
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Both mice arrived at the hospital. They parked their bikes, took their helmets off and ran into the hospital.

"Where's the Dr.?"

"I'm right here, Throttle."

Throttle turned around and saw the Dr. standing in front of him.

"Tell me straight, Dr. How is she?"

"She had been raped repeatedly. There's vaginal tearing, bruising around that area and she took a beating. We did a blood draw and she was injected with some kind of paralytic mixed with some kind of serum that knocks her out. We did a rape kit on her. Her rapist got her pregnant, Throttle."

Throttle growled low in his throat. It was a feral growl, too. He was seething with anger. Modo put his hand on Throttle's shoulder to calm him down. Throttle looked at his friend.

"Don't bro. Just be here for her right now. She needs your strength."

Throttle sighed a bit. "You're right, Modo. Here's my cell. Call my mom and Charley. Tell them that Michelle has been found and in the hospital." Then he handed Modo his phone.

He turned to the Dr. again. "Can I sit with her, Dr.?"

"Of course. Come on."
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The Dr. and Throttle walked down 2 or 3 different hallways and to Michelle's room. Throttle noticed that I had been sedated.

He walked up to me, sat down in the chair, then grabbed a hold of my hand in both of his. Modo came in shortly after and stood next to my bed on the opposite side. He grabbed a hold of my other hand in one of his and lightly squeezed it. Throttle had done the same with his 2 hands. He stood up and touched his antenna to mine. He wanted to let me know that he was here.

I started opening my eyes after he sat back down. I slowly looked his way. I couldn't even smile at him. I felt disgusting.

He stood up and hugged me. I felt tears landing on my head. He was crying.

"Michelle, baby. I'm so glad you're safe now. I was so worried about you. I thought I would never see you again."

I looked to the other side of my bed and noticed Modo holding my hand.

"Hey big fella."

"How you feeling?"

"I hurt all over. I wanna go home."

Throttle looked at me. "You can't go home just yet, babe. The Dr. wants to keep you here for a couple of days."

I looked at him. "Then it would be best that you not be here."

"But….."

"I'm damaged goods, Throttle. I'm no good to you anymore. Or to the boys."

Before Throttle said anything, Modo excused himself. "I'll call Rimfire and let him know that Michelle has been found."

"Ok, Modo. Thanks."

After Modo left, Throttle went to the door and shut it. He didn't want anyone else hearing their conversation.

He sat back down next to me and grabbed my hand. I yanked it from him and looked the other way.

"How can you say that you're no good to me or the boys? Its not your fault you were raped or assaulted."

I looked back at him. "I'm a former Marine and cage fighter and I couldn't fight off my attacker. That makes me weak. If I can't even protect myself, how can I protect my boys? You 3 don't deserve me. Just please leave. Tell the boys I'll always love them." Then I did the unexpected. I took my wedding ring off and handed it to Throttle. He reluctantly took it from me.

"Are you sure you wanna do this, babe?"

"No, but what good am I to you now?"

"You're my wife and mother to 2 wonderful twin boys. That's what good you are to me."

"I don't know if I can do this anymore. Maybe that foul smelling psycho was right. Who's gonna want me?"

"Wait a min. Foul smelling? Pyscho? Sounds like Napoleon Brie."

"He also had some weirdo that sounded like a woman wheezing and another guy that sounded like you with him."

"Sounds like Karbunkle and Brie's right-hand man. Tell you what. I'm gonna leave your ring here on the rolling tray. If its back on your hand when I come back, then we'll work on our marriage. If its not back on your hand when I get back, then I'll take it with me and I won't bother you anymore, but I would expect you to come see the boys. I want them to stay in your life."

"I don't want you coming back, Throttle. I appreciate everything you've done for me these past 4 yrs., but I can't do this anymore. Just take the ring and leave."

Throttle grabbed the ring from the tray, got up and walked towards the door. He looked back once more, then turned to leave.

"Leave my cell phone, please." Throttle nodded and went to tell Modo to leave my cell phone.

Modo came in and handed me my cell phone. He didn't ask any questions. He figured he would ask Throttle.

"Take care, Michelle."

"You too, Modo." Then I watched Modo walk out of my hospital room. The Dr. came in 5 mins. later to see how I was doing.

"Hey doc."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm very sore and my heart is broken, but in time, both will heal."

"I noticed Throttle looked heart broken."

"He'll get over it and me then move on."

"You think he's going to get over you that quick?"

"Yeah, I do."
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Throttle and Modo got back to California in peace. An eerie peace. Modo didn't like it. He could tell that something was wrong with Throttle. He told Throttle to pull into the next rest stop.

After they pulled into the rest stop, they turned off the bikes, took their helmets off and got off the bikes.

"You know I don't swear, but I'm making an exception just this once. What the hell is wrong with you, Throttle? You've been quiet the whole ride here. What happened between you and Michelle?"

Throttle pulled out the wedding ring from his vest pocket. He held it up between his thumb and index finger.

"I'm sorry, bro."

"Thanks. I tried to get her to reconsider, but she was adamant about calling it quits. Thanks for helping me deal with Brie and Karbunkle."

"No problem, bro."

"Now, how do I tell the boys that their mother isn't coming back?"

"She's just leaving them with you? She doesn't plan to come see them at all?"

"Doesn't look like it, Modo. She believes what Brie told her after she had been sexually assaulted."

"But its not her fault."

"I know that. You know that. She knows that. She thinks that no one will want her since her assault."

"But that's not how you feel?"

"No, its not. I'm missing her bad, Modo. She's the reason why I stayed here. I may just take the boys to Mars and raise them there and cut all her parental rights."

"But, can you really do that and live with yourself?"

"No. Modo, I'm a lost mouse. I never thought she'd do this to me and the boys. They're going to be so heart broken. I also know my mom will be too. She loves Michelle like a daughter."

"Everyone is going to be heart broken when they hear the news. I love Michelle like a sister. It hurts me, too."

"She knows what's gonna happen since she severed the connection. Its gonna kill both of us."

"Then you need to re-establish the connection before that happens. You're my best friend, Throttle. I don't wanna bury you next to Vinnie and Harley. We need to go back."

"She doesn't want me to come back, Modo. I have to respect her wishes, even if I don't like it."

"Damn it, Throttle! Think with your head, not your heart for once."