Confrontations- Chapter 12
The Freedom Fighters were getting ready to ride to Brimstone City.
"We need to look sharp, bros. Of all those responsible for the death of Harley's family, Torris Rainer is the worst." Stoker told them, "We need to get him and fast."
"Hey, where's Vinnie? We need to get a move on." Modo asked.
"I think it's obvious." Throttle chuckled, on seeing Vinnie walk up to them holding hands with Charley.
"So it's finally official between those two." Stoker said.
He said it more as a statement.
"Should we congratulate them or should I offer Charley my condolences?" Carbine asked, sarcastically.
"I think condolences are more in order." Spitfire said.
Everyone looked up to see Rosalie and Spitfire approach them.
"I mean any girl who makes the questionable choice of dating a player should expect to be let down. A lying, no-good cheating dog who leads women on!" She spat out, pointing at Vinnie.
"Hey! I resent that remark! I never led Charley on." Vinnie said.
"But you led me on! Making me think you were single when in reality you were messing around with her! Not a Martian Mouse but some no-account Earth slut!" Rosalie screamed.
"Who are YOU calling a slut?!" Charley fired back.
Uh-oh! This is bound to get ugly! Vinnie thought.
"You're the slut. Shaking your trashy behind all in front of some guy you just met!" Charley fumed, pointing at Vinnie.
"How about I shake my fist in your face?" Rosalie shouted, "Let it do the talking."
"I'd like to see you try!" Charley said, fists balled, "Bring it, sister!"
Things were about to go to a head. There was gonna blood on the sand today.
Then Stoker got in between the two glaring women.
"That's enough, you two. You're acting like crazy people. It's embarrassing."
"She started it." Charley said, "Anyway, what difference does it make who anyone dates human or Martian Mouse?"
"It makes a big difference! We need to stay with and only be with our own kind! I mean, humans date other humans, don't they? Just like Martian Mice date other Martian Mice. To go outside your own species is wrong." She replied.
"You're way out of line here! Charley isn't some no-account human. She's our friend."Throttle said, "She can whip tail like the best of them and who she or anyone chooses to date isn't any of your business!"
"Charley Ma'am saved our lives. She took care of us when we lived on Earth. She could've sold us out and gave us over to her government but she never did." Modo said, "Miss Charley Ma'am is true blue."
"Charley risked her life so many times to help us in our fight against Limburger." Vinnie said, he gave Charley a grateful smile that melted her heart, "We would've been lost without her."
Then he frowned at Rosalie.
"And I'm not gonna stand by and let anyone bad mouth her! I'll admit I did like you in the beginning till you started talking all this crap about Charley." He said, "And FYI I had already liked her and she liked me. What we have just happened."
"Well, I didn't mean it the way it sounded." Rosalie replied.
"Then how did you mean it?" Throttle questioned.
"Sounded to me like you're implying Charley Ma'am here isn't good enough for Vinnie cause she's a human." Modo said.
"That sounds kinda like discrimination." Throttle said.
"What? I'm not a racist!" Rosalie said, face pale.
Other Martian Mice who had caught the exchange between Rosalie and the Biker Mice now stared at her.
"You don't think I'm a racist, do you?" Rosalie asked a stunned Spitfire.
"I've never really paid interspecies relationships any mind." She replied, puzzled.
"Let's go. We got a war criminal to trash!" Vinnie said, walking off with Charley.
"Vinnie, I..." Rosalie cried out.
The white mouse hopped on his bike with Charley behind him.
Throttle and Modo got on their own bikes, helmets on their heads.
''Stoker..." Rosalie began.
"We'll talk later." He replied, coldly.
He got on his bike. The Freedom Fighters were ready to go.
"Sing it, brothers and sisters!"
"Let's Rock and Ride!" Everyone cried out.
Rosalie slowly rode behind them followed by Spitfire. She had stepped in it big time.
...
Arielle flew over the whole Martian landscape. Yellow sand dunes and red orange sunset greeted her. She held out the amulet.
"I'm close. I hope I'm not too late." She thought.
...
The Martian Mice clones we're hard at work rebuilding and remodeling Brimstone City.
"Everything is looking well." Torris Rainer told Charla.
The two figures stood on the balcony of the former Martian governor's house. It had been remodeled.
"It's a shame those Biker Mice took my intended concubines as well as scattered my other brides. I will make those rodents pay!" He vowed.
"I can create clones of new brides if you like." Charla said.
"Hey! Someone is approaching. Up there! In the sky!" He pointed.
Charla looked up with him and became pale. Arielle was in her full succubi form. She was now approaching them.
Torris Rainer took out his blaster.
"I don't know who or what it is. I'm blasting it out of the sky!"
He fired.
""NOOO!" Charla cried out, flying in front of Arielle.
But it was too late as a laser blast from the blaster punctured Charla's left wing.
"MOM!" Arielle cried out, catching her mom.
Blood began pouring out of the wound.
She gently laid her on the ground of Brimstone City.
All of the clones stopped working to watch the two figures. The Freedom Fighters at this time rode up.
"Mom, hang in there. I'll get you a doctor. Everything will be alright." Arielle told her mom.
"So those council members were telling the truth about flying creatures." Stoker said.
"Freedom Fighters, arrest or capture those creatures!" Carbine ordered.
"Don't come near us!" Arielle said, holding up the amulet and reciting an incantation.
Within minutes, all of the Freedom Fighters thought they saw giant snakes slithering around them.
"Don't let them get us!" Some of them cried out to Carbine.
"What are you talking about?" Throttle asked, looking around.
"Me, neither." Said Modo.
"You guys are imagining things." Vinnie said.
One Freedom Fighters grabbed the collars of her vest screaming it was going to get him.
"Control yourself, soldier! There's nothing here!" Carbine cried out.
The Freedom Fighters ran away in sheer terror.
"I had heard about creatures that create illusions in people's heads. Succubus they're called." Stoker said.
"You're right, Stoker and that is what we are." Charla told Stoker.