Bat Out of Hell; Chapter 2
A/N: You wanted a continuation -- here you go!
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Reggie was glad Lars had been kicked out of the dance for fist-fighting. She hadn't been entirely sure she could've taken the death glare Otto was dishing out much longer.
Soon after they'd left, she thought she saw Twister peeling home on his bike.
"I'm sorry I ruined the night, Reggie."
"You didn't, Lars... Don't worry about it." Her voice was trembling.
He gently draped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her close. "I'm not worried about that... I'm worried about you."
She looked up, staring deep into his eyes. She found the confirmation she saught, then forced all the smile she coulc muster.
VRRRRRRRRROOOOOMMMMMmmmm...
The young man on the motorbike spared Reggie and Lars a glance, then roared off down the street. He was easily breaking the speed limit of 45 mph.
"Hey... that looked like my motorcycle..." Lars' eyes widened. He grabbed Reggie's hand and sprinted down the road.
"Wh-What's going on?!" Reggie demanded fearfully.
"Twister took my motorcycle! I don't know what he's planning!"
They arrived at Reggie's house. Lars went to the driveway and started putting on the helmet that rested on Otto's motorcycle.
"What are you doing?!" She paused in midstride.
"I'm going after Twister! You go get the parents and the police -- got it?" He jumped on the bike and kicked it on.
Reggie nodded and ran inside.
-I can see myself tearing up the road
Faster than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe-
Twister felt the cold wind taking chunks of heat away. He felt the suit tearing, whipping about his slender form. He felt the wind beating at his helmet, veering past the bike at a break-neck speed.
But the worst was his broken heart.
-No one's gonna stop me now
I gotta make my escape
But I can't stop thinking of you-
[How could you, Reggie?! How could you?!]
A second motorbike pulled up along side him. He glanced over, eyeing the familiar form.
"Damn you, Lars!" But his voice was lost to the wind.
Taking one hand off the handles, Lars gestured to him. His mouth moved, but Twister couldn't make it out. Finally, Lars' eyes narrowed and skid his bike to a halt.
"Why did you stop?!"
He looked forward.
The edge of the road rushed at him as he broke through the barrier, and plummetted over the edge.
-And I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late-
Lars stared in disbelief. He dropped the bike, flinging his helmet off.
"Twister!" He ran to the edge, staring down.
20 or 30 feet on the beach below, lay Twister. Blank eyes stared up at him, drilling hard into his mind.
"Hang on, Twister!" Lars allowed his feet to slide him down the slope. As soon as he was close enough to jump, he did, and landed beside his little brother.
-...And I never see the sudden curve till it's way too late-
"Twister!" He went to the bike, trying to push it off. Twister cried, weakly, out in pain.
"Oh shit, oh shit..." He knelt by Twister and took his hand. "Hang on, little brother... Help is coming... Please hang on..."
-Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart-
Twister slowly opened his eyes. He decided quickly that he hurt too much to hurt at all, but even thinking that made him hurt.
His eyes focused on a purple-haired girl beside him. She held his hand, stroking it softly.
"R-Reggie?"
Reggie looked up, locking teary eyes with him. Her mouth moved into a silent 'O' as she took in a breath to say something.
"I don't ... I don't have long, do I?"
She bit her lip and shook her head.
Twister moaned. "I'm sorry..."
Lars moved up behind Reggie, laying a hand on her shoulder. He peered down affectionately at Twister.
Did his eyes decieve him? Twister stared up at his brother. He was crying; Lars was crying.
"Hey there, little bro." His voice shook.
"Lars..." Twister coughed. As he did, he tasted blood. "This is it..."
"Yes... I'm really sorry, Twister."
Twister grinned painfully, "Don't be. I was stupid..."
Lars wiped at his eyes.
Twister squeezed Reggie's hand, looking at Lars, "You take good care of her."
"You don't have to worry about that."
Then Twister dropped his eyes to Reggie. "I... I love you..."
She gasped, covering her mouth with her other hand, sobbing now. She stood up, leaning over Twister, and kissed him softly, briefly, on the lips.
"I love you too." She pulled away, standing by Lars.
Twister smiled, then closed his eyes.
-Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of hell-
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A/N: *wipes away tears from eyes* ... well, okay, maybe not for you guys, but I'm crying.
I'm really sorry it took so long, but, I finished it. I don't know if I'll write another Rocket Power fic yet, it depends on when inspiration cries. Other than that, go read my other stories, please?
A/N: You wanted a continuation -- here you go!
***
Reggie was glad Lars had been kicked out of the dance for fist-fighting. She hadn't been entirely sure she could've taken the death glare Otto was dishing out much longer.
Soon after they'd left, she thought she saw Twister peeling home on his bike.
"I'm sorry I ruined the night, Reggie."
"You didn't, Lars... Don't worry about it." Her voice was trembling.
He gently draped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her close. "I'm not worried about that... I'm worried about you."
She looked up, staring deep into his eyes. She found the confirmation she saught, then forced all the smile she coulc muster.
VRRRRRRRRROOOOOMMMMMmmmm...
The young man on the motorbike spared Reggie and Lars a glance, then roared off down the street. He was easily breaking the speed limit of 45 mph.
"Hey... that looked like my motorcycle..." Lars' eyes widened. He grabbed Reggie's hand and sprinted down the road.
"Wh-What's going on?!" Reggie demanded fearfully.
"Twister took my motorcycle! I don't know what he's planning!"
They arrived at Reggie's house. Lars went to the driveway and started putting on the helmet that rested on Otto's motorcycle.
"What are you doing?!" She paused in midstride.
"I'm going after Twister! You go get the parents and the police -- got it?" He jumped on the bike and kicked it on.
Reggie nodded and ran inside.
-I can see myself tearing up the road
Faster than any other boy has ever gone
And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe-
Twister felt the cold wind taking chunks of heat away. He felt the suit tearing, whipping about his slender form. He felt the wind beating at his helmet, veering past the bike at a break-neck speed.
But the worst was his broken heart.
-No one's gonna stop me now
I gotta make my escape
But I can't stop thinking of you-
[How could you, Reggie?! How could you?!]
A second motorbike pulled up along side him. He glanced over, eyeing the familiar form.
"Damn you, Lars!" But his voice was lost to the wind.
Taking one hand off the handles, Lars gestured to him. His mouth moved, but Twister couldn't make it out. Finally, Lars' eyes narrowed and skid his bike to a halt.
"Why did you stop?!"
He looked forward.
The edge of the road rushed at him as he broke through the barrier, and plummetted over the edge.
-And I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late-
Lars stared in disbelief. He dropped the bike, flinging his helmet off.
"Twister!" He ran to the edge, staring down.
20 or 30 feet on the beach below, lay Twister. Blank eyes stared up at him, drilling hard into his mind.
"Hang on, Twister!" Lars allowed his feet to slide him down the slope. As soon as he was close enough to jump, he did, and landed beside his little brother.
-...And I never see the sudden curve till it's way too late-
"Twister!" He went to the bike, trying to push it off. Twister cried, weakly, out in pain.
"Oh shit, oh shit..." He knelt by Twister and took his hand. "Hang on, little brother... Help is coming... Please hang on..."
-Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart-
Twister slowly opened his eyes. He decided quickly that he hurt too much to hurt at all, but even thinking that made him hurt.
His eyes focused on a purple-haired girl beside him. She held his hand, stroking it softly.
"R-Reggie?"
Reggie looked up, locking teary eyes with him. Her mouth moved into a silent 'O' as she took in a breath to say something.
"I don't ... I don't have long, do I?"
She bit her lip and shook her head.
Twister moaned. "I'm sorry..."
Lars moved up behind Reggie, laying a hand on her shoulder. He peered down affectionately at Twister.
Did his eyes decieve him? Twister stared up at his brother. He was crying; Lars was crying.
"Hey there, little bro." His voice shook.
"Lars..." Twister coughed. As he did, he tasted blood. "This is it..."
"Yes... I'm really sorry, Twister."
Twister grinned painfully, "Don't be. I was stupid..."
Lars wiped at his eyes.
Twister squeezed Reggie's hand, looking at Lars, "You take good care of her."
"You don't have to worry about that."
Then Twister dropped his eyes to Reggie. "I... I love you..."
She gasped, covering her mouth with her other hand, sobbing now. She stood up, leaning over Twister, and kissed him softly, briefly, on the lips.
"I love you too." She pulled away, standing by Lars.
Twister smiled, then closed his eyes.
-Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of hell-
***
A/N: *wipes away tears from eyes* ... well, okay, maybe not for you guys, but I'm crying.
I'm really sorry it took so long, but, I finished it. I don't know if I'll write another Rocket Power fic yet, it depends on when inspiration cries. Other than that, go read my other stories, please?