Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BMFM characters. Victoria is my OC
Vikky gets her first taste of action since she's been with the bros. But how is she going to do with her memories still plaguing her? A lot of annoyed snapping and denial on her part, just saying.
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P.S. I might end up changing the rating on this story due to battle gore and intense romance scenes in the future—just a warning to current readers.
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Chapter 4: Black Gold
"Modo." Throttle started to call the big guy on his com-link.
"What's going on, bro? Vinnie in the fetal position again?" He laughed his deep throaty laugh that was only received by an annoyed humph from said white mouse.
"He will be later, but is your bike finished?" Throttle's serious voice tipped off that Limburger was up to something.
"Charley says that she'll ride but to take it easy. What's the slime fish up to?"
"Just saw the grease pack heading for the refinery. Head north, and we'll meet you there," the tan mouse informed. Looking at the two white mice beside him. "Let's go see what the big cheese is up to."
"Ah-hahaha ow!" Vinnie cried out, raising his fists into the air in excitement. "Let's get to it!" He exclaimed and hit the gas to jump off the building.
"Oh no, you don't," Vikky mumbled to herself as she gave chase. Throttle just shook his head at the two and followed suit till he was in front with Vinnie on his right and Tori on his left.
The whole ride there, Vikky could only think of getting back at the monsters who'd tortured her. That made it a short but quiet trip to the rendezvous point with Modo.
"Looks like Limburger is planning on trying to steal the oil again. Only now he has more goons working for him this time." Modo informed the other Martians of his observations. Vikky's eyes were distant as the scanner in her helmet picked up nearly a hundred individual heat signatures, one of them causing her heart to almost burst from her chest. Her eyes widened, and her body started to shake terribly.
"Ok, we all know the drill. This time we can't just go in guns ablaze, too many factors against us." Throttle finished giving orders as they dismounted their bikes. They beeped at the bros worriedly. "Easy girl, easy. I'll call you as soon as there's trouble, ok," Throttle said, and it calmed the bikes down. "Alright, let's move." The tan mouse was the first to head for the shadows, followed by Vinnie. But when Modo noticed that they were missing one, he turned back to see Vikky's frozen form still sitting on her bike.
"Kiki?" He called her softly and approached her. Her bike's engine revved slightly at him, and he wasn't sure if it was a warning for him to stay away, or a plead for him to knock her out of the memory she was entrapped. He decided it was the latter and lightly touched the mouse's shoulder. That made her jump and pulled her attention away from the diseased doctor to the grey mouse. "Everything ok? Your shaking like a leaf." Modo asked in the same soft voice.
"I'm fine, Mow, just zoned out for a second." Her answer didn't convince the larger mouse, but he knew she wasn't one to be coddled or treated like a victim. But therein lay the problem.
"Then c'mon, there are too many of them for us to take head-on, so Throttle wants us,"
"Going in quiet, I know. I'm not deaf." Vikky interrupted him as she dismounted her bike and followed a watchful Modo into the shadows. They caught up with the others rather quickly, and Throttle picked up on the slight hostility in the air. As did Vinnie, who motioned his sister to come onto his other side, placing himself between her and Modo. It was a protective move that Modo had seen him do plenty of times back on Mars when he felt a guy was bothering his sister.
"Sneak and squeak number two," said Throttle.
"Number four," Vikky pointed out several groups of five goons scattered all over the refinery.
"Alright, number four. Let's go. Modo, you're with me. You two try not to give us away," Throttle said, pointing a finger mainly at Vinnie. Vikky may have her brother's adrenaline addiction, but nothing got her off more than when she had to stay out of sight of her enemy. The constant probability of being spotted just sent her heart racing. The four mice split into their groups and quietly picked off as many goons that they could reach before they got to Grease Pit and Karbunkle. Vikky was the quietest of the mice. Her smaller and lighter form put less weight into her steps, making it easier to snatch a goon when his buddies' backs were turned and snap his neck.
Vinnie kept a close eye on his sister. He had seen her freeze at the gate as well but figured that it would've been better for her to stay back. Rather than freeze in the middle of a battle when she saw the sick, deranged, doctor from her nightmares.
They had cleared out about half of the goon army by the time they reached their intended targets. Vinnie and Modo were on the ground while Throttle and Vikky stood atop two of the oil towers. The guys with their guns drawn, Vikky with her whip uncoiled and all ready to fight.
"You blubbering buffoon, be careful with that!" The wheezing, sickly voice of the doctor reached Vikky's ears, and an involuntary shudder raked through her body.
"Eh, stop yer whin'in, I gots ever'tin under control."
"That so oil slick?" Throttle interrupted the two as his nuke-knucks started glowing. Vinnie and Modo showed themselves with their guns drawn and aimed for them.
"Not these rats again," Grease Pit said his eyes were looking over the mice. "I don't see your pet wit'em doc." He added quietly to Karbunkle. He was right, Vikky had slipped away from her post down to ground level and was cutting the fuel lines to the oil pan's buggy.
"She is either here or back at that garage base of theirs," The doctor replied in the same hushed voice.
"Hey, what are you two whispering about?!" Vinnie shouted as he caught snip bits of what they said. He had a feeling that the 'she' they mentioned wasn't Charley.
"Shut up rodent, or we'll take you as well!"
"You're not taking anyone, Karbunkle," Throttle snarled his tail, slashing threw the air.
"Because we're taking you out." Modo finished raising his arm cannon a little more level with Grease Pit. He wasn't about to break his word to Victoria.
"Ooh, how terrifying. Grab 'em yous goons!" the oversized oil pan ordered as the rest of his goon gang appeared and moved to surround the bros. A couple of them climbed the tower Vikky had been and jumped over to meet Throttle's fist.
"Time for our partners to join the dance." Vinnie laughed as he whistled, and all four bikes turned one their headlights before driving right threw the fence to their riders. Karbunkle saw the other motorcycle and immediately recognized it.
'She's here.' He thought to himself as he watched the bike. It only stopped and turned its light on him before revving her engine angrily, clearly remembering him. Karbunkle's eyes only widened as his balance started to falter. "E.. easy now. Nice bike, good bike." He tried to calm the A.I., but Velocity wasn't planning on being nice or good. She revved a wheelie and charged at the doctor who screamed and turned to run. He got maybe ten feet when something wrapped around his torso and arms and pulled him back, slamming him into the metal support beams.
"Not this time, doc," a familiar female voice snarled. Karbunkle shook his head and looked to see the reason for the trap.
"Hello, my dear," he wheezed, smiling at her. "So good to see you again." He saw the fear in her face, despite how hard she tried to hide it.
"Can't say the same for you," Vikky snarled. "Now shut up!" She screamed, pulling her whip that was still wrapped around the doctor to throw him to the side and into Grease Pit's buggy. Velocity pulled up next to Vikky, and the white mouse mounted her before joining in the fight against the goons. "Hey, Vinnie!" Vikky yelled to her brother as she rode next to him. "Let's show these guys what happens when you mess with the van Whams."
Vinnie laughed and smiled at his little sister, happy to see that her spunk had returned. "I hear ya, sis, let's do it!" They fist-bumped and took off into the battle. They were aiming for a pair of buggies when Vinnie lit a flare, and Vikky readied a throwing star. Throwing them at the same time got them a nice big explosion as they high-fived and joined Throttle and Modo before they took all the fun.
Throttle looked at the siblings for a moment. His eyes lingering on Vikky as that little voice in the back of his mind nudged at him again. But now wasn't the time.
The battle continued for about another twenty minutes, ending when Throttle and Vinnie did the double tail trick that ended with Grease Pit being dropped on top of Karbunkle. Who had been enjoying a nap till the gorilla landed on him. "Nice, I don't remember that one," Vikky stated in a leisurely manner.
"The Army didn't exactly approve of the Freedom Fighter style, remember," Modo pointed out.
"True, sometimes makes me sorry I joined," Their easy conversation was cut off by Karbunkle's voice.
"You pesky rodents, I'll skin you myself," the maniac doctor had managed to crawl out from under Grease Pit and was now aiming a much-to-large, rocket at the mice.
"Scatter!" Throttle yelled as the four mice went in different directions to avoid giving the doc a target. But he already had one.
"You're too much trouble," He mumbled to himself, pulling the trigger, the rocket made a beeline right for Vikky.
Modo caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and it made his heart nearly stopped. "KIKI, LOOK OUT!" But he called her a second too late. The rocket hit the building on her left, causing an explosion that sent her flying another thirty feet in the opposite direction. The other two mice had heard Modo's scream of warning and turned when they saw the explosion. Vikky landed, hard, on the pavement. Her smaller form crumpled in on itself before she rolled to a stop. The moment Modo reached her, he gathered her in his arms and raced away from the inferno. Velocity was keeping up as best she could despite having taken a massive hit by the rocket. The mouse's white fur was stained red by her blood. Vinnie and Throttle were soon on either side of Modo as they raced back to the garage, almost causing a wreck once in their panic.
Meanwhile:
Limburger was watching as the inferno consumed over half the refinery before the fire department arrived. His grin of confidence didn't change when his two henchmen entered his office. "So, I take it the mission went well!" He asked as he sat down at his desk.
"Sure boss, and we got the one lady mouse too," the behemoth said happily. Karbunkle didn't say anything as he returned to his lab, a feeling of great disappointment finally resting on his shoulders.
