A New Kind of Freedom 2
Once again, I don't own the Biker Mice or anything like that but I do own Cairo, Retro, Vert and Turbine. Though I'd like to believe they stay by their own free will. :0)
Throttle sat silently, head leaning back against the wall of the Last Chance Garage. His right hand was closed into a tight fist, the edges of a picture poked out from between his damp fingers. As he stared at the sky, he pulled his shades off and wiped his bandana across his eyes; though she had said it, it still seemed untrue. The things he had yelled at her that day still haunted him at night and even sometimes dureing the day. Charley had told him that all things heal with time but the biting pain in his chest made him chuckle cruely at her fairytale thought. As he slept, those deep jade pools burned into his soul until the sun rose and he awoke alone with a sweat drenched pillow. "Something's wrong. I can feel it." He spoke softly, almost to himself until another voice called back to him, much deeper than his own.
"Then let's go find her, Bro." Modo stepped out from the doorway and leaned against the wall where Throttle was sitting. "If you think she's in trouble... And you obviously do... Let's go find out for sure." He motioned towards the radio communicator but before Throttle could answer, Modo was already talking to Stoker.
"Rimfire'll be there in two days. No information about Carbine or her whereabouts can be revealed over radio comm. Out." Stoker sounded older and more winded than ever, making the two males glance at eachother warily.
Carbine's vision was blurred and tinted red, the scent of copper and iron filled her nostrils as her eyes shot open wide. "AH!" Her limbs jerked and her heart stopped as she realized her arms were tied tight, suspended abover her by a chain. Suddenly, her memories came flooding back to her as a burning, searing pain tore up her spine. Her tortured scream echoed out the bars of her cage and down the ampty hallway, bouncing around until they reached the thin ears of Dr. Grouff. He smiled and hurried down towards the cage, clipboard stuck under his arm.
"Coming my little guinea mouse!" He hustled to the cage, kneeling to watch Carbine closely.
"Where am I! WHat's going on!" Carbine roared angrily, lashing her tail about behind her until a sickening clank caught her attention. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned her head to see a bionic tail where her own used to be. The pain seemed to worsen once she saw the cause of it and she felt herself crying, something she never did.
The Dr. frowned slightly and stood, moving over to another cage where Turbine and Vert lay silent and unmoving. As Carbines eyes focused on the sight, her screams of pain quickly turned to screams of rage, her wrists writhing in the shackles as her arms flexed with every tug she gave on the main chain.
Her voice was low and vehement as she hissed at the doctor. "I'll kill you. Remember that... When I get out of here." She spat at him, thrashing wildly against her chains until the doctor left and shut off the light. "Turbine? Vert? Cairo? Retro? GUYS! TURBINE!" Carbine's voice cracked and she cried softly, still tugging lifelessly at her chains.
"Carbine? Carbine? Are you...still alive?" It was Vert. Carbines heart lept as she haerd his voice cut through the darkness. "Please... Cairo?"
"Check... I'm still kickin but I can't see what I'm kickin." Cairo's voice sounded strained and agonized, the scraping of chains told Carbine he was in a similar position to herself.
"Me... You moron." Retro groaned, flicking on his lighter so there was a little light in the darkness. Everyone gasped at the same time, seeing each other in the dim light.
"Vert, is Turbine ok?" Carbine asked immediately as the other members stared at each other in awe.