The Story Teller Chapter 17, a biker mice from mars fanfic

Chapter 16: Escape the palace

"Will the queen like Charley?" Vega inquired as she looked up at me with her large jewel eyes and batted her thick, heavy lashes with a smile.

"Don't care. How much longer is this story?" Ryan asked as he buried his face into his floor pillow and growled.

"I care" squealed Lily as pinched his ear.

"So, you're a girl" Max complained as he stuck his tongue out at her.

"So, boys are gross" Vega whined as she sat up and placed her hands on her hips while she stared at Max.

"No, I'm bored. Where's all the action?" Ryan grumbled as he sat up and stared at his sister with his arms cross over his chest, pretending to be a grown up.

"It's coming. You must be patient" I sigh as I watch over them.

"But, we're not doctors" Max, being the typical prankster, stated with a smirk.

"No but, I can always take you to one" two can play this game as I stand up and walk over to the fireplace to throw another log on. Looking out the frosty window, large snow flakes start to fall, ushering in the winter season along with Christmas.

"Are you children cold?" I inquire as I pull a couple of blankets off from the back of my chair and lay then lay them next to the children, just in case they get a little cold or feel like taking a nap while I continue on with the story.

"We are" Lily and Vega pipe up as they pull a blanket over the two of them.

"Real mice don't need blankets" Ryan huffed but, still pulled a corner of the blanket towards him, as if I can't see that.

"Alright. I'll just leave it there in case either of you change your mind."

"Now, where was I. Of course, it's the night before Christmas and all through palace, not a soul was stirring except..." I begin to smile because, it is one of my favorite spots.

P.O.V.

Timbo.
Hey, Ne-Yo.
Say what? Lo-So.
Hey, hey.

As Throttle washed up after dinner, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and wondered when he had fallen in love with Charley. She had come into his life, during the worst time for both of their lives and somehow they made each other better. Charley was something else. She was everything that he wanted in a woman and she would be a perfect princess. The people loved her. His mother had also formed a bond with her. She, in fact, had gone out of her way to get to know Charley and had fallen in love with her spirit along with her unique loveliness.

I'm a movement by myself.
But I'm a force when we're together.
Mami I'm good all by myself.
But baby you, you make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.

He just didn't know how to convince his father that Charley, though not of noble birth, was more of a princess than Carbine. That was also a problem. Carbine never once tried to hide her disdain of Charley. She didn't miss a chance to try and prove that Charley was a mere commoner compared to her regal upbringing.

At one point, while Charley was walking down the stairs, Carbine used her tail to trip her, causing her to fall and bust her lower lip. Luckily, the royal physician was visiting the Queen and he fixed Charley right up. He told her that there was no serious damage done but, she would have a swollen lower lip for a couple of days. Just make sure to keep keep it cold so the swelling would go down before the Christmas party.

You plus me, it equals better math.
Ya boy a good look but, she my better half.
I'm already bossin', already flossin'.
But why I have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin'? (yep yep yep yep).
Keepin' me on my A game (what what what what).
Without havin' the same name (they they they they they).
They may flame (but but but but).
But shawty, we burn it up.
The sag in my swag, pep in my step.
Daddy do the Gucci, mami in Giuseppes.
Yes it's a G thing, whenever we swing.
I'mma need Coretta Scott, if I'm gonna be King.

Luckily for everyone, Stoker witnessed what happened and severely reprimanded Carbine for her terrible mistreatment of Charley. Of course, she just shrugged it off with her usual disrespect of her uncle. She made it known to him that if Charley wasn't gone soon, she would see to it personally and make her life very miserable.

Within a few days, Charley's lower lip went back to normal. Although, Throttle thought she looked rather sultry with the fuller lower lip. He told her so, in private, and she just gave him a fake scowl before slugging his shoulder.

Tonight, as he cleaned himself up, he made up his mind that he wanted to invite Charley to one of the local biker mice clubs for a party that Harley and Morgan were hosting. This year, it was their turn to plan the Christmas Eve party and, as usual, Harley wanted rock and roll while Morgan wanted country western. They finally came to an agreement that they would alternate between the two.

First thing's first, I does what I do.
But everything I am, she's my influ.
I'm already boss, I'm already fly.
But if I'm a star, she is the sky (ah ah ah).
And when I feel like I'm on top (she she she).
She give me reason to not stop (eh eh eh eh eh).
And though I'm hot (too too too).
Together we burn it up.

He dried off his face and walked over to the balcony, where he saw Charley looking up at the stars. He smiled because, there was a full moon in the sky and its' silvery reflection shone brightly against her delicate features.

"Hey Charley" he said as he leaned on top of the railing closest to her . He watched as she made her way over to him.

"Hey. How's it going?" she asked as she pulled her bathrobe tighter around her. It had snowed earlier that day and the temperature was very chilly this evening.

"Going good. I had a thought" Throttle chuckled as he looked her over, a sexual hunger burning in his eyes though his shades.

The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice.
When shawty come around, I clean up nice.
Dynamic duo, Batman and Robin.
Whoever don't like it, it's that man problem (eh eh eh).
And when I feel like I'm tired (ma ma ma).
Mami be takin' me higher (ah ah ah ah ah).
I'm on fire (but but but).
But shawty we burn it up.

"Oh. What kind of thought?" she slowly lowered her lashes before looking back up at him. She knew she had deep feelings for him but, they were also painful. She knew his marriage to Carbine was fast approaching. According to his mother, Melisande, he was to be married on New Year's Day at noon.

Melisande had made it know to her that she would have given anything to reverse the arrangement and allow her son to marry her but, the king controlled that aspect. He also controlled any and everything else that he thought and felt as though he could. Melisande and she had communicated many times and she found the queen to be a wonderfully warm and sweet natured individual.

"Well, I'm going to a party and was hoping that a gorgeous female, such as yourself, would possibly be interested in joining me?" he used his best asking voice as he watched her face light up at the thought of getting out of the palace.

"And, just how, pray tell, are we going to get out of the palace, my handsome prince?" she knew all too well that the guards were on round the clock duty to make sure that Throttle didn't pull a disappearing act before his wedding.

"Like I normally do" he smiled as he stood up and walked into his room. Laying down on the floor, he reached up, into his secret stash inside the box spring, and pulled out his rope ladder.

Beside every great man, you can find a woman like a soldier holdin' him down.

"Oh?" she questioned as she watched him walk back out onto the balcony with a bundle under his arm. She softly chuckled as she realized that it was a rope ladder that he began tying tightly to the balcony.

"By the way, you might want to hurry up and change. There's a present under your bed that I slipped in there while you bathing" Throttle chuckled.

"Okay. Give me just a couple of minutes and I'll be ready" she said as she tip toed back into her room and looked under the bed. Sure enough, there was a large package. She quickly opened it and saw an amazing outfit that Throttle had obviously picked out for her to wear tonight.

There was a a white tank top with a black leather vest. Also, a pair of blue jeans with a pair of black leather chaps and a pair of heavy duty motorcycle boots. She wasted no time in getting ready and rapidly grabbing her heavy snow jacket so she wouldn't get too cold on the way over.

And she treats me like a Don, watches for the hit.
Checks where I go, even watches who I'm with.
The right when I'm wrong, so I never slip.
Show me how to move, that's why I never trip.
And baby girl, you're so major, they should front-page ya (front page ya).
God bless the parents who made you (who made you).
Middle fingered anybody who hate the,
Way that we burn it up.

Going back out onto the balcony, she noticed that Throttle had already tightly tied the ladder to the railing and double checked to make sure everything was safe and secure for them to descend.

"Ready gorgeous" he said with a smile as he used his tail to wrap around her tiny waist and lifted her carefully over to him.

"Yes, I am" she giggled as she felt the strength of his tail muscles flex around her.

"I'll go first and you follow my lead" he said as he sung his legs over the edge of the railing and finding each rung of the ladder.

"Ok" she agreed as she watched his graceful movements as he descended down the twenty foot ladder.

"Come on" he whispered as he held the ladder steady for her to join him. He was grateful that Lady was already there, waiting on them to escape.

I'm a movement by myself.
But I'm a force when we're together.
Mami I'm good all by myself.
But baby you, you make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.
You make me better.

"Careful. I gotcha" he murmured as he placed his hands on her waist and helped her down.

"You know, we're going to get in so much trouble if we get caught" she softly chuckled as she turned around in his arms and relished the warm of his embrace.

"Then I guess we're going to have to be careful" he smiled as he pulled her closer to him. He felt her fingers bury themselves in his fur as she laid her cheek against his chest.

"I know" she spoke, her husky voice barely recognizable to herself. After everything that she had been through in the past four years, she refused to let it tarnish what she felt for Throttle.

Yeah baby, them lames you playin' with.
They gonna put you down.
We tryin' to compliment you, you know?
Make it better.
Top-notch Tim.
Nice-look Ne-Yo.
Livin' good Lo-So.
They ask you how you doin' now, tell 'em better 'den them.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

"Let's go before we miss the party and they assume we were doing some extra curricular activities" he said, kissing the top of her forehead before releasing her and then mounting his back.

"I wish" she mumbled before getting behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She felt the rumble of Lady and that didn't help her situation at all.

As they drove off to the bar, two different sets of eyes were watching the young lovers leave. One good. One bad.

Carbine growled and threw her book across the room in anger and frustration. She planned on making her presence know to everyone. She knew she needed to find a way to humiliate Charley so it would give the human the hint that she needed to find he own man. Quickly, she got dressed into her most biker worthy outfit and made herself to look beyond gorgeous. She had no intention of being in the number two spot. She was number one and she intended to make sure that even Throttle knew it.

Sneaking out of her room, she made her way down the stairs, outside of the castle, and into the garage where her bike was being housed. Gritting her teeth, she mounted her bike and took off into the snow. Unfortunately for her, she lacked any experience in snow so, she was barely able to control her bike as they made their way to the local biker bar where pretty much all the freedom fighters hung out and partied.

I hope everyone enjoyed reading this chapter. Sorry it took me so long to get it up. I've been very busy remodeling my son's bedroom and closet for his upcoming fourteenth birthday. If anyone has any questions, comments, or concerns, or if you would like to see something in the upcoming chapters, please feel free to let me know. I also do have a piece of artwork on DeviantArt under the title Charley and Throttle. Many CYBER HUGS.