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Chapter two

Past

"Vincent. Vinnie, wake up." Was someone calling his name? It sounded so far away. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't.
"Vincent, please… wake up, buddy."
His father's voice.
The white furred boy slowly opened his eyes. He saw his father's face, with a worried look in his eyes. But it soon replaced by relief when he saw his boy opened his eyes.
"Vincent! Thank the Mothers of Mars, you're awake. You sure got me scared, buddy."
Vinnie blinked a few times and looked around him. He was in a hospital bed. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He looked at his body. His arm and leg were in a cast. He stared at it, confused. He tried to move again and a pang of pain jolted through his small body.
Suddenly, he remembered. Mom had done this to him. He immediately jerked upright and moaned in pain. But he needed to know if she was here. But he didn't saw her.
"Vincent, calm down. You are in the hospital. You fell off the stairs, don't you remember?", Finn said, pushing his son gently back into the bed.
Vinnie stared at him, tears in his eyes.
"Dad… It was mommy…", he whispered, but his father shook his head.
"No. You fell off the stairs. That's what happened. But you will be okay. You broke your arm, leg and ribs. But you will be fine."
"No, please, dad… Listen to me…", but his father ignored him. He was suddenly very busy with smoothing the blankets.
"Dad... "
Finn lay a hand on Vinnie's head.
"Ssshhh, it's okay. You need rest. Go to sleep."
Vinnie gave up. He closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep.

Present

"Vinnie! Vincent!"
Vinnie jerked upright, his eyes wide open. He looked around him. He was still at the beach. Apparently, he had fallen asleep. Throttle was sitting next to him.
"Man, you are one tough mouse to wake. Come on, diner is ready."
The tan furred mouse gave one more clap on Vinnie's shoulder and walked away, leaving his younger bro alone. Vinnie slowly lay down again. The second dream in twenty four hours. Why was this happening? His heart was sore at the memory he just had relived. His father, who didn't listen to him. Who rejected him. And this was just the start. He sure hoped he wasn't going to relive his whole childhood. He didn't thought he was gonna survive that. He didn't want to see the things he had done…
He gave himself a mental shake. Come on. Forget about it. Let's eat. His stomach roared in answer.
When he sat down next to Violet at the table, everybody was already eating.
"Hey cutie. Sleep well?", she asked, taking a bite from her porridge. Vinnie stared at his plate. Ugh. But he needed to eat.
"Yeah well. Guess I need my sleep", he mumbled, quickly eating his porridge. The sooner it was in, the better. In just a minute, his plate was empty. He burped and shove his plate away. Violet glanced at him from the corners of her eyes. Something was up. But she decided to let it slip for now. Everybody could have a day off. No need to be worried immediately. But she decided to keep a close eye on him.
"Yo, Vin. Throttle and me are going for a ride after diner. You coming?", Modo asked at his younger bro. Vinnie's face lit up.
"Hell yeah!"
That was exactly what he needed. A trip with his bro's. Challenging them for a race, win the race, bragging about winning the race… Yeah… Sounds like a plan.

"Okay, bro's. The first who jumps off the cliff, wins!", Vinnie yelled exited into his helmet radio. He could hear Throttle chuckle.
"It's on! Let's rock…"
"...AND RIDE!"
Vinnie hit the accelerator and his bike sped away, eager to gain speed, leaving his bro's behind him in a cloud of dust.
"AAAOOOWWW, Vinnie is in the lead, his bro's are desperately trying to keep up with him, but nobody can beat the baddest mammajammer from Mars, the velocity atrocity, Motocross Champion of the galaxy!", he was cheering into his radio.
"We better hurry bro, or we never hear the end of this", Throttle said to Modo.
But no matter how hard they tried, they didn't get past that loudmouth.
Modo almost succeeded one time, but Vinnie used a hill to jump in the air and he landed meters before the grey furred giant.
"Almost over bro's and surprise, surprise… guess who is in the lead? Muaawhahaha!" and Vinnie gained even more speed.
"Well, time for a lesson in humility, bro…", Modo sighed when he saw Vinnie jumping of the cliff.
Vinnie landed and stopped his bike with shrieking breaks. He pulled off his helmet.
"YES! I won! Raise a statue, declare a holiday, give me a girl to kiss…", Vinnie babbled excited, his arms spread.
Modo and Throttle landed too and stopped their bikes. Modo opened his visor.
"He won…", he growled.
Throttle leaned on his handlebars.
"Yeah… Well, at least we know what the main topic of our conversations is gonna be for the next six months…"
"I'm the best! The baddest mammajammer from this side of the asteroid belt! Unbeatable!", Vinnie cheered. He laughed when he saw the look on their bro's faces.
"Ah come on, bro's! Why the long faces? You didn't actually think you even stand a chance, right?"
Modo's eye glowed red when he saw the self-satisfied look on Vinnie's face. Throttle patted him on the arm.
"Easy, big fella. You know how he is…"
Modo sighed. "Yeah... But still…"
Throttle was silent for a second, but then smiled evilly.
"Let's grab him."

They both jumped of their bikes and ran over to Vinnie. The white furred mouse was too busy with gloating, and he suddenly flew off his bike. He landed hard on the ground, with Throttle and Modo on top of him. He moaned, but then smiled mischievously.
"You guys are such bad losers, you know that?"
"You need to learn to tame your ego, bro…", Modo said, punching him. They rolled over the ground, laughing loud.
After, they were lying on the ground, breathing heavily and still laughing. They all looked up to the sky which was filled with stars.
Suddenly, Throttle's radio came to life.
"Throttle? You guys need to come back… Something's wrong with Violet…" Carbine's voice.
Throttle and Modo didn't even had time to react. Vinnie jumped at his feet and in a white and red blur, he drove away with dangerous speed.
Throttle sighed.
"We are on our way, Carbine. Be prepared for Tornado Vinnie, since he is already gone."
"Copy that."

Vinnie pushed his bike to the limits, deciding to take a short cut. His bro's didn't know this road, he was keeping it a secret in case he needed it to win one of their races. He zigzagged around the trees, trying to lose minimum speed. His bike beeped, a warning he was going too fast. But Vinnie ignored it. He kept hearing Carbine's voice.
"Something's wrong with Violet… Something's wrong with Violet…"
He threw the gas completely open, going faster and faster. His bike kept beeping, over and over again. It drove him crazy.
"Shut up! We can do this. Violet needs us!"
He didn't saw the small hole in the ground. His bike noticed too late. His front tire bumped into the hole and the back of his bike flew up. Vinnie felt he lost control and flew off his bike, landed hard on the ground. He rolled till he slammed his head against a tree, knocking him out immediately. His bike flew through the air and landed just inches away from him with a loud bang. The engine sputtered, the bike tried to send a stress signal to Throttle and Modo, but it was no use. The engine slowly died and after that, a deadly silence…

Meanwhile, Throttle and Modo arrived at their camp and jumped off their bikes. They ran to Vinnie's and Violet's cabin and Throttle threw open the door. He saw Violet, lying in bed with her eyes closed. He saw Swee sitting next to her.. He saw Carbine, sitting on the other side of Violet. The latter looked up startled when the door flew open.
"How is she?", Throttle asked worried. Modo joined him next to the bed.
"She will be fine. The baby was lying in a uncomfortable position and apparently, didn't liked it and started kicking. That caused real bad abdominal pains. But everything is okay now", Swee answered. He stood up.
"She's asleep. It cost her a lot of energy. But no worries, okay? She will be fine. The baby too.. By the looks of things, their baby is gonna be just as explosive as him or her parents..", he smiled. With a clap on Throttle's back, he left the cabin.
"You sure got us scared, Carbine", Throttle sighed, rubbing in his eyes.
"Sorry, she just suddenly fell on the ground, screaming in pain. She scared the shit out of me. But… Hey… Where is Vinnie?"
Throttle tensed. "You are saying he is not back yet?"
"That is exactly what I'm saying."
Throttle looked at Modo, who looked back. Because of their worries about Violet, they totally forgot their white furred bro for a moment. How could they forget about that? Unbelievable.
"He left before us, he is twice as fast… This is not good…", Modo said slowly.
Throttle pushed him aside and ran to his bike. He checked the tracker, but he didn't saw Vinnie's signal. A bad feeling crept over him. Where was Vinnie?

Past

"Come on, buddy. Time to go to school", Finn said, walking into Vinnie's room.
Vinnie was still in bed, the blankets over his head. He was just recovered from his "fall" off the stairs and today, he would go back to school. But he didn't want to go. He was scared. Suddenly, the blanket was yanked away from his head and he immediately curled himself up. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the first clap, but nothing happened.
"Hey buddy, easy now."
Ah. His father. Vinnie relaxed and looked at his dad.
"I don't wanna go to school, dad… He is gonna laugh at me…"
"Who is gonna laugh at you? Where are you talking about?"
"Neal..."
"Neal Hammington? No way, don't be silly. I know his father. Neal is a good kid."
Vinnie shook his head.
"No, he is not, he…" but his father stopped him.
"Come on, Vincent. Get dressed. I will give you a ride."

Vinnie stepped off his father's bike and waved at him. He turned around and took a deep breath. He tried to walk as normal as possible, but he still limped a little. And there it was.
"Hey nerd!"
Vinnie stopped death in his tracks. Neal's voice. Neal was two years older than him, and always took any opportunity to bully Vinnie.
Vinnie looked up and stared into the face of the mean mouse. Neal pushed him and Vinnie stumbled back, almost tripping over his own tail. Neal laughed.
"Damn, you really are clumsy. No wonder you fell off the stairs."
"Leave him alone."
Vinnie sighed in relief when he heard Throttle's voice. Throttle was also two years older, but since their parents were good friends, they practically grew up together. And Throttle always had his back.
Neal quickly walked away, knowing not to provoke the tan furred mouse. Throttle kneeled down next to Vinnie and looked him the eye with a worried glance in his dark brown eyes. Even he was only twelve, he was really wise and mature for his age.
"You okay, Vincent?"
Vinnie nodded. "Yes… Thanks Throttle."
"No problem. Hey, how is your leg?"
"Eh, fine…", Vinnie mumbled. He felt Throttle looking at him. He suddenly felt the urge to tell him what really happened. But then he remembered what his mom told him.
It was right after he woke up. She was standing at his bed, bend over to look at him. Her nose had almost touched his nose. He had smelled she had drank her evil potion again.
"If you ever, ever, tell anyone about this, I will kill you. You just fell of the stairs, because you are dumb, clumsy and a nobody. You understand?"
Vinnie had nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Vinnie? Hey, you okay, little bro?" Throttle's voice brought him back out of his thoughts. He nodded. He gave Throttle a little smile, straightened his back and walked into school. He felt that Throttle was watching him till he was out of sight.

Present

Everybody was searching the surrounding for Vinnie. Modo and Throttle were searching in the forest close by the camp. Suddenly, Throttle saw something. He jumped off his bike and ran over to it, followed by Modo. It was Vinnie's bike, heavily damaged. He looked around it and saw his bro. He felt a huge relief, but it was quickly followed with concern. He kneeled down next to Vinnie, checking his vitals.
"He is still breathing, but by the looks of things, he hit his head pretty hard…"
Modo joined him, looking at his bro. Thankfully, he had wore his helmet. There was a huge dent in it and the visor was broken because of the hard hit. The glass had caused small wounds in Vinnie's face, but nothing major.
"Modo. Call Swee and tell him to come over here. NOW!" Modo did what him was told. Throttle stared at Vinnie. He didn't dare to touch him. What if his neck was broken or something like that? Jezus…
Luckily, Swee suddenly popped up next to him. He gently pushed Throttle out of the way, so he could examine Vinnie. Throttle quickly stepped back, giving Swee space. Modo stood next to him. They waited in silence till Swee could them what was wrong.
"His right arm is broken. His back and neck seems okay." Swee carefully removed Vinnie's helmet. His mask had cut in the flesh because of the hard hit, so there was a lot of blood. One of his antenna was broken.
"We need to bring him to the camp. I need to clean these wounds, to see what the damage is. It's hard to see with all the blood. I also need to do an neurologic examination, to see if there is any damage to his brains…"
That hit Throttle hard. "What are you saying? That he may never wake up again?!", he asked with a loud voice, feeling panic. Modo grabbed his arm to stop him from walking over to Swee. Swee raised his hands.
"Right now, I'm not saying anything. I need to do a closer examination and I can't do that right here. So, grab yourself together and help me to get him back to the camp."
Throttle took a deep breath. Swee was right.

They eventually got Vinnie back at the camp in Throttle's sidecar. Swee had transformed a cabin into a small hospital right after the war with Rex. All the supplies he needed were there. Also a hospital bed. But first, he lay Vinnie on the examination table. He cleaned the wounds on Vinnie's head. Thankfully, it wasn't that bad. He stitched the antenna back together. He put a cast on the right arm. He did a extended research to find out what the brain damage was.
When he was done, he wrapped Vinnie's head into a thick bandage and with help from Throttle, he lay him in the hospital bed.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Violet ran inside.
"No… No! What happened!? Oh my god, Vinnie…", she cried, running to the bed. Throttle quickly stood next to her, grabbing her hand.
"He had an accident, Violet. We don't know what exactly happened, but it seems like an accident…"
"Is he gonna be okay? Please, tell me he is gonna be okay! I can't do this alone, Throttle, I can't…", she cried, panic in her voice.
Throttle grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Violet, try to calm down. His right arm is broken, one of his antenna too. He has some wounds on his head, but nothing major. Swee examined him. He is lying in some sort of coma. But he is still reacting on some impulsives. So he is not completely lost. Swee is almost certain he will wake up again. We just don't know when…"
Violet couldn't stop crying. How did this happen? She grabbed Vinnie's hand and kissed it. Throttle pulled her in his arms, stroking her back.
"He's a fighter, Violet. He will wake up."
"But what if he isn't here when our baby is born? What if he…", Violet couldn't speak further. She buried her face in Throttle's neck, crying the eyes out of her head. Throttle just held her.
"Everything will be okay, sweet Violet. I know it will."


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