I do not own Biker Mice from Mars. Neither do I own the song "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult. I do own a rapidly shedding dog. (Do the mice shed?) Also Macca does go a little nuts in this chapter. Sometimes she does that. Also, since I got mixed opinions on pairings, I'm going to write a bit of each and see which one I like best. So don't think Mac's a slut (although I don't think she minds.)
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"Get outta my road," Macca whispered, watching as a pack of juvenille bikers, younger than her at least, cruised down one of the streets in Lot 39. She raised her voice above the rumble of the engines. "GET OUTTA MY ROAD, MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU'RE DEAD, Y'ALL B'LONG IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BONEYARD, YOU GOT NO BUSINESS IN MY FUCKIN' ROAD!" The Machine's rear wheel spun and gave a loud squeal. It raced up a small hill and parted the ground. "Fly," Macca shouted. "Just like a bigass bird! Fly! Godammit, FLY!" The Machine landed several feet in front of the group, and Macca jerked it into a sharp turn, metal screeching and giving off sparks as it swerved at an impossible angle. All of them cut their engines.
"What're you doin', bitch?" one of them demanded, clearly male. He removed his helmet and threw it down.
"You're in my road, motherfucker," Macca breathed, removing her helmet, too. Beneath the safety of tinted visors, shock passed over the group.
"Who say it's your road?" he continued.
"Shut up, dammit!" another one hissed. "That's the Steel Machine!"
The other bikes started up and speed off. The remaining biker stayed poised to fight. Macca laughed lightly. "What choo doin', boy?" she asked, her southern accent becoming thicker.
"I'm gonna fight you!" he snarled, lunging at her.
"Yeah, sure," she chuckled, dodging it with practiced ease. Without warning she raised the crowbar and brought it down on his head; he crumpled to the ground in a puddle of blood. Macca walked over to his bike, made a few 'adjustments', and walked back to her own. "Karma's a bitch."
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"Where have you been?" Roadface demanded, grabbing Macca's collar and pulling her down to her height. Charley gave them a quick worried look and ushered the mice out of the room.
"Away, out," she said simply, making no attempt to get away. Her eyes were cold and emotionless.
"You stupid fuck," Roadface muttered quickly, pushing her back. Macca's hip caught the counter with a dull thump and she laid a hand on it. "Don't tell me you did what I think you did."
"Fine." She strode over to the liqueur cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Rebel Yell. After taking a large swig from it, she turned back to Roadface. "I won't." Her orange hair fell over her eyes as she tilted her head forward. "Don't matter."
"Okay, okay, but if you get arrested, it's your own fault," Roadface hissed. She exchanged her angry expression for a happy one and walked into the living room.
Macca stared for a few moments, before walking after her. She turned to Jude, who was perched happily on the stereo, and promptly told him to lighten the mood. She picked him up and sat on an empty chair with the turtle in her lap. A few seconds later, 'Don't Fear the Reaper' began playing.
All our times have come
Here but know they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor the wind, the sun or the rain...we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
"Oh, great," Charley muttered, watching as Macca gave Jude an impossibly tight hug and began singing.
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...redefine happiness
Another 40,000 comin' everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man
At this point Roadface joined in.
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
The radio disolved into static. "And now I shall add to the list of things I have seen: giant mice staring at us in uber-shock." Macca grinned. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder, this happens."
"Well, wait, you don't consider Jullian the Magic Turtle weird?" Roadface asked, watching as Jude slowly made his way towards the mice.
"Oh please, it's been six years. In another, they'll be normal," Macca explained, jerking her thumb at the mice. "And then I'll meet a dinosaur and after six years that will be normal and faintly annoying."
"Why?"
"Dude, have you tried to fit a dinosaur in a house?" Macca asked, throwing her hands up. "You can fit a magic turtle in a house, and you can fit three giant mice in a house, but a dinosaur? Forget it. But that would be cool."
"But you can't afford to feed it or give it baths, and it would be hell cleaning up after it."
Macca thought for a brief moment. "Yes, but it's cool." Roadface arched a brow.
"You have enough trouble with Jude," she said, crossing her arms.
Macca slipped out of the chair like a child about to have a fit. "That's because he eats metal and plays Aerosmith full-blast." She pointed at Jude, who had began gnawing Modo's arm. "See?"
"No, you cannot have a dinosaur--"
"--but--"
"--because you are irresponsible--"
"--but--"
"--and dinosaurs do not belong in Chicago--"
"--but--"
"--while we're on the subject, neither do Martian mice--"
"--I don't want--"
"--But at any rate, you're a yankee--"
"--I know that, but--"
"--and you would be out of a house--"
"--but--"
"--because the dinosaur you will eventually name Mr. Fluffy--"
"--I won't--"
"--which, by the way, was Jude's original name--"
"--but--"
"--sat on it."
Macca blinked a few times. "But...but...but...." She continued to stutter for several moments before getting up and storming to the guest room.
"Is it just me or does that sound like someone we know?" Throttle asked Modo. They exchanged a small glance with Charley and looked at Vinnie.
"What?" he asked, trying to keep Jude away from his faceplate. Roadface calmly plucked Jude off him before he, too, stormed off.
"Jee-zus, what irony!" Roadface exclaimed before slapping a hand on Charley's shoulder. "And you're in the middle of it." She grinned widely. "I'ma gonna ship off. Feed Jude, feed Macca and crap like that." She waved and walked out the door.
"That was interesting," Modo commented as Jude crossed the floor to Charley.
"That was nothing," Charley answered, picking up the turtle.