So, here is chapter two. It's going to be a tense one, sorry guys!

Chapter two

When Modo and Throttle arrived shortly after Vinnie, they saw his bike lying on the ground and their younger bro desperately moving rocks, whispering Charley's name. Modo and Throttle climbed of their bikes and ran over to their bro. They could see he was almost losing it and Modo laid a hand on his shoulder in a attempt to calm him down, even if he felt the same fear for their precious friend. Vinnie yanked himself free and continued his work. Modo shared a worried look with Throttle, who signed that the only thing they could do right now, was helping Vinnie in the search for Charley.
Throttle couldn't help himself of getting the feeling they were too late. He knew, Modo knew and Vinnie knew. But all they could do, no MUST do, was try.

After a few minutes of digging and throwing away rocks, Modo suddenly stopped. He walked back slowly and tears were filling his eyes. He couldn't stop stare at what he saw and let out a low growl. "No…" and he fell on his knees.
That drew the attention of Throttle and Vinnie and they ran over to him.
"What is it, big guy?", Throttle asked, but already knew the answer. Modo didn't respond and Throttle slowly walked over the the place where Modo was staring at.
There she was, the only woman they had trusted on this planet. Who had helped them after their crash on Earth, who made sure that everything was alright with them, who was the best wrench jockey in Chi-town, their only family at this point…
She looked quite peaceful. It looked like she had a hard hit in the head and died immediately. No suffering, and her body still intact. If only they would had made it in time to be here.
Throttle sighed and looked away. Vinnie was next to him, standing perfectly still. He stared at the body of the woman he loved. He lost her. He couldn't keep her safe. He was too late. He failed..
He swallowed, expecting tears to come. But they didn't. His eyes were dry as an old leaf. But the pain… He gritted his teeth, the pain in his chest was unbearable. His tail began to twitch, his fist were clenched. He didn't know how to deal with all this emotions. With this pain.

Throttle looked at him, but Vinnie couldn't stop staring at Charley. Modo joined them, loss at words. There was a long silence, Throttle and Modo didn't know what to say and Vinnie was struggling with his emotions. His shock slowly turned into anger. Anger slowly turned into rage and after that.. pure hatred. That fucking slimeball did this. He took away his family, his planet and now he took away Charley too. What was it that he was always saying? Too much is never enough. Well, this was too much and enough. He was gonna make him pay for this. Limburger…
A growl escaped his mouth before Vinnie turned himself around and started marching to his bike.
Throttle grabbed him by the arm.
"Vincent, don't."
Vinnie slowly turned around and looked Throttle in the eye. Throttle saw the anger in his eyes and the pain beneath it.
He always had known that Vinnie had a dark side when pushing the wrong buttons. Especially when someone hurted the person's he cared about. It was Throttle's job to protect him and stop him before he would do something stupid. Something that he was gonna regret later.
But even Throttle never saw Vinnie this upset and he knew that this time, he wasn't going to be able to stop him. But he had to try.
"Vincent.. Vinnie, listen to me. Whatever plan is in your head right now, is driven by emotions. You will regret it later and more importantly; it will not bring Charley back."
He studied Vinnie's face. "I know you are in pain right now, but.."
Vinnie yanked his arm free. "You know nothing, Throttle." (A/N I've watched too many Game Of Thrones I guess) and with that, he ran to his bike and drove away with dangerous speed.
Throttle sighed and watched how Vinnie disappeared around a corner. Modo walked over to him.
"Maybe it's for the best we go after him? Maybe we're still able to stop him".
Throttle nodded. "Let's ride".

Vinnie sped through the streets, pushing his bike to the limits. All he could think of was how this time, that stinkfish had to pay. No limits, no regrets later, no mercy. The pain in his chest grew bigger and fed the rage he was driving by.
He drove straight to the remains of the tower. It felt like ages ago that they had demolished it and the victory they had felt. Without even thinking, Vinnie drove to the building next to the tower. Limburger always hid there when his tower was trashed by the mice and needed to be rebuilt.
Vinnie revved his bike and crashed through the window. With a shrieking sound, he stopped right in front of the subject of his anger.
Limburger looked surprised and annoyed at the violental entrance of the mouse. He glared at the white furred loudmouth.
"And what do I owe this pleasure to?", he asked, narrowing his eyes. He sat behind his desk, working on a new plan to destroy the planet Earth and those rodents.
He also was gloating that Karbunkle finally had succeeded in blowing up that garage of that annoying woman. Of course, he was prepared that the mice would pay him a visit after that. But he was slightly surprised that the white furred adrenaline junkie came alone. And even he hated to admit it, he felt a pang of fear by feeling the rage that surrounded the white mouse.
"You know perfectly why I'm here, cheesebreath!", Vinnie snarled. He grabbed his gun and stepped of his bike. The bike stayed close to him, in case her rider needed help.
"Ahh my dear rodent, are you upset that I've finally blew up that irritating garage?" Limburger gloated, his hand slowly reaching for the button under his desk.
Vinnie pointed his gun to Limburgers head. "You've killed her!", he growled. His hand with the gun shook a little by saying these words and the pain in his chest twisted and curled, like a knife in his chest.
Limburger looked at him. "You mean that annoying woman is dead?", he asked a little surprised. He definitely didn't see that one coming. He'd expected that the woman was with the mice during the last fight. He slowly stood up. The pain in the eyes of the young mouse was very clear. Limburger decided to mess a little with the mouse his head before he was gonna push the button for help. He felt that he had nothing to fear from one mouse and he knew that they drew the line by killing people cold blooded (or aliens that is). The pussy's, he thought.
If only he knew that he was underestimating the white mouse.

"You really crossed the line this time, Limburger!", Vinnie said, waving his gun. "Enough is enough." And he pointed the gun on Limburgers head again. "This time you won't get away with it!"
Limburger smiled and sat down on the chair behind his desk.
"My dear boy, your rage is obviously pointing at the wrong man, or fish. After all, where were you to protect her? Are you sure you are not just mad at yourself and take that out on me?"
Vinnie's tail began to twitch at these words and a red glow formed before his eyes.
"Shut up", he whispered.
Limburger continued: "You've let her become close to you, in a world of war and death. It was your job to protect her. Why didn't you? Why have you failed on her?"
"SHUT UP!", Vinnie screamed. His finger was on the trigger. "It was YOU! You've killed her and you are gonna pay for that!"
At that moment Throttle and Modo burst through the opening that Vinnie had made.
Throttle jumped off his bike. "Vincent, stop!", he screamed as he ran to Vinnie who was obviously losing it right now.
But it was too late. Again. Vinnie pulled the trigger and shot Limburger right between the eyes. With a slightly surprised look on his face, the fish fell off his chair. He was dead.
Throttle and Modo looked in shock at Limburger and then to Vinnie, who was pacing through the room. At that moment, Karbunkle choose to come in the room. Oh boy, talk about bad timing. Without hesitating Vinnie pointed his gun and shot Karbunkle in the chest. The doctor fell on his back, gasping for air. After a few seconds, he stopped moving.

"Vincent, ENOUGH", Throttle said with a low, dangerous voice.
Vinnie's arm went limp and the gun fell on the ground. Throttle and Modo walked over to him and tried to calm him down.
"Vinnie..", Throttle started, but when he saw the murderous look on Vinnie's face, he decided that this wasn't the right time to lecture his bro. His broken bro. The cheery one, who always knew how to lighten any situation, who make everybody laugh in hard times. The one thing Limburger had managed before he died, was breaking the spirit of his youngest bro. And for that alone, he'd deserved to die. But how much he hated to admit it, Throttle knew Vinnie made the wrong choice, a choice which will have consequences. But Throttle vowed to himself that he would do anything to protect his bro. Right now, the main point was to get Vinnie out of here.
"Vincent, we need to go. Let's go back to the scoreboard."
Vinnie looked at him, his ears drooped, a shadow of the cheerful mouse he once was.
"What..", he swallowed. "What about Charley?", he asked.
Modo patted him on the shoulder. "I will take care of her, make sure she gets a nice place to rest."
Since Charley didn't have any family left beside them, it was their responsibility that she got a proper funeral.
"But, I've never got the chance to say goodbye to her", Vinnie whispered.
"You can say goodbye before we bury her, Vinnie my man", Modo said.
Throttle agreed and leaded Vincent back to his bike. "Let's ride bro".
Modo waved at them and said to Throttle that he will contact them if he had found a place for Charley. Throttle nodded and drove away. Vinnie followed him with a slow pace that didn't match with him at all.

Modo watched them go and sighed. "What a mess". He took his bike and drove back to the garage with a heavy heart.

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