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Chapter fifteen

At the base, Violet was running through the hallways. She didn't know what to do. When she came around a corner, she bumped into Stoker, who caught her.
"Whoa, little lady, easy there!"
Violet, at first feeling panic because someone was holding her, struggled hard to get free. But when she recognized Stoker's voice, she relaxed.
"STOKER! What is going on? Where is Vinnie?", she asked, her normally husky voice high from panic. Stoker took her arm and dragged her with him.
"We're under attack, they are already inside. They tricked us, created a diversion to lead the soldiers away. Vinnie is out there. We need to get out of here!"
They ran to the garage, only to see it was gone. The explosion had destroyed the room, including the bikes.
"Shit!", Stoker yelled. That alerted a couple Plutarkian soldiers, who began to run towards them.
"Violet, run!", Stoker screamed and he turned around to stop them.
Violet, at first frozen, came to senses. She ran back into the base. It was like a nightmare. Bodies everywhere, furniture destroyed, smoke made it difficult to breath. Vinnie, where are you? she thought, tears escaping her eyes.

She fled into a room and locked the door. She opened the closet and crawled inside. After closing the doors behind her she sank on the floor, trying to control her rapid breathing. She was shaking uncontrollably. What was she thinking? That she was capable to fight in a war? Everything she had learned in training, vanished since she had heard the siren. Real life was so much harder. She had thought she was ready. But obviously, she wasn't.
Violet took a few deep breaths to calm down. Panic never helped anyone. She grabbed her gun and held it in her hand. If somebody was coming in, she would use it and… Ugh… who am I kidding? I can't even fire a gun. Probably never will. She couldn't stop crying. Crying over the loss of her family, this war that destroyed everything, her incapability to fight, Vinnie…

Suddenly, she heard a noise. The door from the room blasted open. Two Plutarkian soldiers came in and looked around. Violet peeked through the small opening between the closet doors. Shit, shit, shit! Now what?
One of the soldiers walked to the closet. The other one was looking under the bed. "There is nothing here. Let's go."
The other one shook his head. "I'll check the closet and then we'll go", and he opened the doors. He looked down, and saw a pretty, young female mouse. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?", he said with a evil smirk on his ugly face. "A strong, young body. Perfect for being a test subject."
Violet didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but knew one thing was for sure. She was not going to be a test subject, no matter what they were testing. She jumped at her feet and pointed her gun. But despite the critical situation, she froze. The Plutarkian soldier took advantage from this moment and beated the gun out of her hand. Violet tried to run, but he caught her before she could make it to the door.
"Let me go, you ugly fish face!", she screamed, struggling to get free.
"Aahh, she is a feisty one!", the soldier smiled. His colleague smiled too. "Perfect. The boss will be very pleased. Let's go!"
They walked through the base with an struggling and screaming Violet. She kicked hard against the leg of the soldier who was holding her.
"You bitch!", he yelled and gave her a hard hit on the head. Violet stopped struggling, feeling dazed from the blow. Vinnie, please… where are you?

Meanwhile, the Freedom Fighters arrived at the base. Throttle, Modo and Vinnie were riding in the front. "We've gotta stop them, they've already destroyed half of the base!", Modo shouted, raising his arm cannon. He shot at two Plutarkian soldiers who were trying to get into the base. Close to the place where the garage used to be, they saw Stoker fighting with a huge Plutarkian soldier. Vinnie drove towards them and shot the Plutarkian with his laser. It didn't brought him down, but he was distracted by it. Stoker grabbed his chance and punched him out cold.
"Thanks for the back up, punk!", he yelled at Vinnie.
"No problemo, old timer!", Vinnie yelled back, his eyes searching for Violet. He felt fear by seeing the destruction. The pain in his chest made it difficult to breathe. This was not gonna happen again. No. He couldn't stand the thought of losing Violet too. That made one thing very clear for him. She meant a lot more to him than he had shown. He had tried to run from it and because of that, he was beginning to make the same mistake again. What if he lost her too, without telling her how he felt? How he really felt? Dammit.
He turned around by hearing someone scream. He saw two Plutarkian soldiers struggling with a young, female mouse. One that looked a lot like…
"Violet!", Vinnie screamed, revving his engine. He felt hatred taking over his body, the same feeling he had on Earth when Charley had died. Who did they think they are, touching her? Taking her away from him? Well, not when he was around. Not this time. No fucking way he was gonna make the same mistake again. That was NOT gonna happen.
He grabbed his handlebars tightly and sped away. Throttle and Modo saw it happen, and Throttle saw the same murderous look on Vinnie's face he'd only had seen before once.
"Vincent!", he shouted, but Vinnie didn't listen. Throttle and Modo wanted to go after him, but were forced to drive the other way when a bomb exploded on their path.

Vinnie drove to the two Plutarkian soldiers and without stopping, he jumped of his bike and landed on the fish who was next to Violet. The Plutarkian's only warning was a flash of light reflecting from Vinnie's bike before he felt someone land on him and he fell on the ground with his face in the dirt. He gave a surprised yell, with a strange high voice. If the situation wasn't this critical, it would have been funny. At first, Violet only saw a white blur, but then she recognized who it was. She felt a huge relief. He was here…

Vinnie grabbed the fish by the head and slammed it into the ground. The fish stopped moving. He looked up from the knocked out fish.
"Let her go. NOW!", he growled between gritted teeth. The soldier who was holding Violet, took his gun and pointed it at Violet's head.
"No way. If you want her to live, then surrender and get outta my way!"

Vinnie, who's rage grew even bigger when he saw the gun pointed at Violet's head, raised his hands. It took every strength he got to control himself. He was shaking in anger. His tail was lashing through the air. Violet looked at him. She never saw him like this before. Of course, she had seen him angry. But now… the hate poured out from every vein in his body. His fur bristled, his teeth gritted with so much strength, she was scared he would break his jaw. The look in his eyes… She almost felt sorry for the soldier who was holding her. Almost.
And then, Vinnie looked her in the eye. His face softened a little, but his look was so intense that she could feel her legs become weak. But she understood his message. Be prepared. So that's what she did. She tensed every muscle in her body, ready for action.
"You've got me now, fish face. So let the lady go. Now!", Vinnie demanded, his voice dangerously low.
The soldier, who was feeling a pang of fear by seeing the rage spatting from the white furred mouse, shook his head.
"No! Now get out of my way, or else she gets a one way ticket to hell!" he screamed, trying to walk away, the gun still against Violet's head. He was so focussed on Vinnie, he didn't saw that two other mice in the form of Modo and Throttle were racing towards him from behind. A laser hit the ground nearby his feet, and he quickly looked behind him. That was the distraction they had needed.

Violet quickly glared at Vinnie, who gave a small nodd. She raised her right arm and with all the strength she had in her, she knocked her elbow in the fat stomach of the fish who was holding her. The blow was hard enough to make the Plutarkian soldier bend over in pain, losing his grip. Vinnie took his chance. He pushed Violet out of the way and launched himself at the fish, who was still recovering from the punch in his stomach. He felt on the ground, with Vinnie on top of him.
"Who's got who now, fucking slimeball?", Vinnie growled and hit the Plutarkian once, twice… He kept hitting on the head of the fish, releasing all the anger that was build up inside him from the moment Charley died. Vinnie didn't notice that the other Plutarkian soldier, from who Vinnie thought was out cold, stirred and took his gun. The soldier slowly pointed the gun at Vinnie's back.

Vinnie didn't saw it. Violet did. No... she thought and grabbed the gun that was lying by her feet, the one that was pressed against her head only seconds ago. She pointed it at the fish on the ground and lay her finger on the trigger. But again, she could feel her body freeze, hearing voices in her head, screaming. "You're nothing but a slut!" Her father's voice. Her mother crying. The gunshot. The blood… and then she saw an image of Vinnie from their first night together. The tender and sweet look on his face while they had sex… "No…", she whispered, and then harder: "NO!"
She pulled the trigger. She hit the fish in the back of his head. He was dead.

The sound from a shot close by him, made Vinnie stop. He slowly turned around. He saw Violet standing, legs spreaded and pointing a gun at something behind him. The gun was still smoking from the shot. He glared behind him, and saw the dead fish, with his gun still in his hands. Vinnie looked back at Violet, who still didn't move. Tears were streaming over her face.

And at that moment, Vincent van Wham broke.

Oh god... what will happen next? Please review! :)