MWAHAHAHAHAAAA! The amazing Streak has finally appeared! I know you all want to get to reading really fast so I'll make this short…I love how my mind works! Kay, I'm done. On with the best chappie (so far) of Child's Play!
Disclaimer: I don't own Biker Mice from Mars, cause if I did, it'd probably be rated R . I do own Streak, Motor Mouth, Julie n' Ms. A, so nooooo touchy without asking! I dunno why you'd wanna…
"Go ahead…I dare ya…"
Modo had his hand wrapped around Streak's throat, choking the breath out of the biker. The captive was still wearing the helmet, but the mouse was too angry to really care. His eye was a deep glowing garnet, brighter than any of his bro's had ever seen. The only thing stopping him from snapping the neck in his hand was the small child pounding her fist into his leg.
"Let Streak go! Let go! Please!" She had fresh tears in her eyes, and her weak punches began to falter. The girl was so tired…
"Naw, let 'em…" Streak took a ragged breath of air, though the words were brave, gloved hands still groped at Modo's, trying to pry them off. "Go on…do it."
Throttle, who had just stood in a mild shock, shook his head. "Drop 'im Modo…it's not worth it." He tried to sooth the murderous goliath, hands held up in a calming manner.
"Yeah man…leave some for us!" Vinnie tried, though his already weak smile faltered. His bro was really starting to scare him.
He ignored them, staring at the reflective helmet in front of him. Modo saw his eyes glow, the evil scowl on his face almost caused him to drop the biker. He was lost in his anger, grip not loosening, or tightening.
That is, until someone slapped him.
"What the..?" He blinked, eye dimming down, though it still glowed. Looking down, he noticed that Julie had an expression to rival his. She had obviously struck him, and wasn't the least bit scared.
"If you don't put Streak down right now…" A gun cocked near his ear, "You're mince meat, mouse."
Motor Mouth gasped, and flailed at the woman, "Don't do it! Modo will stop! Right Unca Modo?"
'Unca…Modo…?'
Letting go of Streak, he scoffed and then turned to glare at Julie. "Once again…very un-lady like…Ma'am." He spat out the last part, and glanced down when he noticed that Streak's helmet had come off. It skidded away from his feet, and landed near Vinnie's.
"Whoa! Talk about loosing your….head…" He had picked it up, and looked back at Streak, jaw dropping. Modo, Throttle and Charlie had the same reaction.
Lying unconscious from lack of air, at the gray mouse's feet, was…
A woman.
"Holy-" Vinnie gasped, sputtering some. He pointed at the tan skinned female, eyes bugging out slightly. "But! And you-! I-….WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE?"
Modo stared at her, dumbly, and then brought his hands to his face. He had almost killed her. Though, her gender shouldn't have mattered, it was in his upbringing to never strike a lady. And here he had almost….He shook his head, and balled his hands into fists. It was all so confusing.
Taking a deep breath, Throttle let out a low whistle, "I don't know Vin…but you two," He pointed at Motor Mouth and Julie, "Have some major explaining to do."
The brown haired woman, who had been trying to rouse Streak awake, blinked up at him. "Uh…okay?" She was still a little shocked, and didn't have the brain capacity to answer intelligently. Her friend was still unconscious, and would have been worse off if Julie didn't make it a habit to carry her gun around.
Motor Mouth simply squeaked and ran to hide behind Modo's legs.
"Oof! Okay, she's gotta lay off the cream puffs…could someone give me a hand?" Julie sat down on her butt rather harshly, tired of trying to lift her friend.
Charlie opened her mouth to speak, when a deeper voice interrupted her. "I'll do it." Modo said, almost monotone. He lifted her body easily, hiding his disgust when he noticed that her neck had started to bruise.
Although reluctant to let him handle her friend, Julie followed him into the living area. She watched as he placed the unconscious Streak down daintily, and eyed him in suspicion. One second ago, he was ready to tear her into shreds. When the gray mouse backed away, Julie walked over and began to unzip Streak's jacket.
The rest followed them, and blinked at what Julie was doing. Of course, Vinnie was the first one to try and speak.
"Uh…" He opened his mouth, finger poised as he was ready to speak.
Throttle caught this, slapping his hand over his bro's mouth. "Not a word, Vincent."
He slumped his shoulders, and gave a muffled 'Aw Man…'
Motor Mouth ran over to Streak's head as her older companion took off her biking gear. The jacket, gloves, and boots sat in a neat pile, next to the child. She poked her older sister's cheek, looking up at Modo in wonder. "…Is she dead?"
The question was like a punch to his gut. He swallowed air, before giving her a fake grin, "Coarse not, Lil' Mouth…"
Narrowing her eyes at them, Julie watched as Charlie brought over a wet washcloth. She nodded her head towards the other woman, and took it before placing it onto Streak's forehead. It was soaked, and large droplets of water streamed into the comatose female's braids.
Now that they were calmed down some, Throttle thought it was the best time to talk. "…Why didn't you tell us that he was a she?" he motioned to the person on the couch.
Motor Mouth and Julie exchanged looks, before answering in unison, "You never asked."
The older woman began to giggle at the mice's faces, and held up her hand, "No, no…That's just something we say. Actually, it was direct orders from Streak not to tell you. She doesn't like other people to know."
Charlie raised a brow, "Uh, dare I ask…why not?"
The little girl raised her hand, and waved it around, "Ooh! I know, I know! Cause, people don't take her seriously if they know that she's a girl!" The confused look from everyone made her blink. "Well….Unca Modo didn't want to hurt her anymore…see?" Ah, the wisdom of a child.
"Hm. She has a point there…" Throttle eyed his larger bro, who had stayed silent and was staring at Streak. He wondered what was going through his mind…It had to be hard for him. Modo had wanted to kill this person, but that was when he had thought it was a man. Now that he had found out it was a woman, he still had all that pent up anger, but it went against everything he knew to hit her.
Vinnie blinked at Streak, now that her jacket was off, she wore a red tank top that rolled up some, showing off her stomach. He whistled, resting his arms on the back of the couch. "Wow. How we ever thought this chick was a guy….beats me." He blinked at the scornful glares from the entire women in the room. Particularly Charlie's. "What?"
"Knock it off, Vincent." The tan leader sighed, rolling his eyes.
A low moan cut through the air, and all eyes were on the woman on the couch. She stirred, and clutched at the rag dripping on her forehead, "Whoever put this on me….Is in a load o' trouble." Her voice was raspy, sounding painful, though she made no notion that it hurt.
"Streak!" Her two comrades's bellowed at once, hugging her.
The smooth tan face creased into a scowl, and she opened her chocolate brown eyes. They matched her little sister's. "My goddesses! I leave for two days, and you turn into friggin' softies?" She shoved them off, and sat up, "Get offa me…"
Julie just shook her head, not the least bit hurt or mad at the gesture, "Fine…Fine…" Her voice held mirth, and this confused the biker mice even more.
"Yay! Your okay! Unca Modo didn't hurt ya!" Motor Mouth clapped, and the noise caused Streak to wince.
"Cut it out, ya brat….oi. My head's killin' me." The African American woman rubbed her temples, before glancing around her surroundings. When she saw who surrounded her, the muscles in her arms and legs tensed up. "Jules…Who is they?"
Charlie blinked, still a bit unnerved by the display of cold feelings towards the other woman's family and friend. "Uh…? Oh! I'm Charlene Davidson…You can call me Charlie…"
Streak nodded; face practically blank as she spoke. "Charlie? Nice…I like it." Turning to stare at the three Martians, she narrowed her eyes when they rested upon Modo. "And what the hell are you? Rats?" It was a casual question, but it caused Vinnie and Throttle to wince.
Modo's eye glowed, and he let out a low growl. He caught his behavior, and closed his eye, taking soothing breaths. Fists clenched, he spoke through his teeth, trying to keep his temper in check. "Mice, Ma'am. Mice." As he said this, his temper slowly began to die down, though it was still there.
Streak raised a brow, looking mildly interested, "Wow. Fo'get I asked…" Her accent was thick, defiantly picked up at a young age in New York. "Whatcha got against Rats, anyway? I like 'em."
Throttle shook his head, before placing a hand on each of his bro's shoulder. Giving Modo a little extra squeeze to tell him to calm down, "Well, I'm Throttle…" He was interrupted by a certain white mouse.
He lifted Streak's hand, and kissed it, "Vincent VanWham, but all the hot babe's call me Vinnie…" His eyes widened, and he backed away when the woman snatched her hand back, and hissed at him.
"Touch me again, and I'll turn ya into a Victoria…da hard way." Her voice was full of malice, and her eyes flashed dangerously.
Vinnie gulped, "Eh…"
Hesitating, the remaining mouse really didn't want to speak to her. Though, he remembered his manners, and nodded towards her, "I'm Modo…" He bit back a 'nice to meet you' as it really wasn't.
Julie watched for her friend's reaction, not quite sure if the next words out of Streak's mouth would be…polite.
"Oh yeeeaaah…." She drawled out, finger pressed to her chin in mock-thought. "You're the guy with the grip. Hm. Now that I've greeted my would-be killer, can we get on with this?" She stood, reaching for her jacket, "Brat! Jules! Roll out!" She barked like a sergeant, and the two were about to follow her faithfully.
Throttle narrowed his eyes at her, "Hey, hey! Where do you think your going?"
Streak went rigid, and turned around slowly, shooting him a glare, "Out." Something about her posture made it clear that she had gone through a similar question constantly.
"You're not going to try and save your mom by yourself? Are you?" Charlie asked, slightly surprised. This girl had just been choked into submission, and as soon as she woke up, it was off to a rescue mission.
The look that Streak sent the mechanic made Modo's scowl look like a bright smile, "….How…You…know…?" She practically shook with anger; temple's throbbing with her rising blood pressure.
Julie's eyes widened and she began to back up, ready to run. She did turn around, but her face met with Vinnie's chest.
"Where ya runnin' too, Sweetheart?" He asked casually, looking down at her lazily.
The African American woman breathed deeply, arms stuck to her side. "…Jul…ie…" It was in a matter of seconds, and Streak had leapt at her, spinning the girl around. She held her slightly pale friend by the arms, seething. "What, pray te'…DID you say?"
Sighing, Julie rolled her eyes, even as Streak's nails dug into her arms, "I told them everything…They needed to know."
"I don't think they did." Her voice hushed, and they began to whisper harshly at each other. Their voices were so low, that not even the Biker Mice could catch what they were saying.
Vinnie backed away slowly, afraid that he would get pulled into the argument some how, "Geez…She's got anger issues." He muttered to Charlie, who watched them whisper in horror. Small trickles of blood had begun to appear at Streak's nails inside of Julie's skin.
Throttle and Modo exchanged looks, before glancing at Motor Mouth. She simply blinked at the two, and shook her head. "There they go again…" The child then proceeded to sing under her breath, and skip around. This situation seemed perfectly normal to the little girl.
"He WHAT?" The slightly confused silence was broken by Streak throwing her companion away in shock. There were tears in Julie's eyes, though they could guess it wasn't from the crescent shaped cuts in her arm.
"H-he took my bar…Streak…" Her voice became stronger, and she wiped at her eyes.
The utter shock on the tan woman's face was surprising. Before, she had only shown a bit of emotion, and anger. Now, there was a turmoil of feelings in her eyes, and she rested her head in her hand, moaning slightly. "I didn't know Jules…Now I majorly gotta kick his-"
"-yeah, well…you're not the only one hurting right now, Streak." Her voice held a hint of annoyance, but sadness clearly rang through.
Then, Streak did something that shocked everyone except Motor Mouth. Opening her arms slightly, she wrapped the taller woman in a tight hug. "Now, he's really gettin' me mad…First my family, now my friends…" Turning to look at the biker mice, she gave them each a once over. "Ya know what? Screw my pride…You wanna help us get back at that Limburger butt-hole?"
Vinnie recovered from his shock first, and let out a howling laughter, "Sweetheart, I thought you'd never ask!"
"Don't ever call me that again."
"Point taken…"
Okay, okay, I know I usually do an Author's Note at the beginning of each chapter…but I gotta know! Did you see it coming? Streak being a girl and all…I tried really hard to make it a surprise XD! Oh, and if anyone tries to argue, go back and read again. Not ONCE did Motor Mouth, or Julie say 'he'…And the narration never said it either…. So, whatcha think?
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