Hi, fanfic readers! Sorry it took me so long to update this story. But here chapter Thirteen. Phew! Enjoy.
Confrontations- Chapter Thirteen
Meanwhile, Modo and Vinnie were outside of the chocolate shop. Both mice had on their helmets and were on their bikes.
"Bro! Scope it out!" Vinnie pointed.
Both mice rode over to where they had painted the side of the building with the silver paint they had used earlier. They knew it kept the pack from approaching them.
"Oh, Mama...the paint...it's gone!" Modo exclaimed, "Somebody or something removed it. But how?"
"I believe we had something to do with that, my dear boy."
There walking towards them was Lawrence Limburger followed by Dr. Carbunkle.
"Shoulda known Ol' Stink Fish and that deranged quack would be behind all this." Vinnie said.
"Knew I smelt something rotten." Modo commented.
Vinnie aimed his blasters at the two villains while Modo brandished his arm cannon.
"Oh, do put those revolting weapons away. If you want your friends to stay alive." Limburger replied.
Greasepit now dragged Charley, Aunt Agatha, and Hecuba outside.
Daniel walked from behind them and stood next to Limburger. Several members of his pack surrounded him.
"I told you morons you'd see me again. I had Mr. Limburger's doctor remove your vile paint. The one thing that kept me from my bride to be." Daniel told the two mice.
He now sided up to Charley cupping her chin in his hand while he spoke. Charley bit his hand. Daniel screamed while grasping his hand.
"Care to lose a finger, Wolfie?" Charley taunted.
"You'll pay for that." He muttered, "But no matter. I have what I want."
"Not for long, Fangface!' Vinnie challenged.
The white mouse was about to throw one of his flares when Modo caught his arm.
"Modo!" Vinnie frowned.
"Wait. You'll hit the ladies." He told him.
"Let them go, Grease Gutt!" Modo told Greasepit.
"Uh-uh. Thems dames are my prisoners. And there ain't nothin' youse can do nothin' about it." Greasepit replied.
Limburger now looked around.
"But we seem to be one mouse short. There are three of you. Where's the tan furred one?" Daniel asked.
Almost on cue, Rayford crashed through a window and fell on top of Greasepit knocking him to the ground. Throttle now jumped out that same window. He put his forefinger and thumb between his lips and whistled. His bike beeped and flew under him as he landed on it. Vivica climbed on the back behind him.
The bike landed safely on the ground. He now rode up to Rayford who was now beaten up and disheveled.
"Had enough, Wolf Boy?" Throttle taunted.
"I'll get you for this, rodent!" Rayford screamed back.
He transformed into a wolf.
Meanwhile, the fall had released the three women from Greasepit's grasp. They now ran towards the mice. Aunt Agatha and Hecuba made it but not Charley. Daniel grabbed her wrist in a viselike grip.
"Oh no, my lover. You're staying with me." He told her.
Before the auburn haired woman could wrench free of his grasp, Daniel threw down what looked like a gas bomb. Everyone began coughing.
"We'll meet again." Rayford told Throttle.
The smoke cleared. Both Daniel and Charley were gone along with all of the pack.
"CHARLEY!" Vinnie cried out, "Where'd that clown go?"
"Where in blue blazes has he taken Miss Charley Ma'am?" Modo asked.
The three mice looked around in complete shock.
"The Cathedral." Vivica replied.
Everyone turned to look at her.
"The what?" Throttle asked.
"It's an old abandoned church the pack uses as a hideout. I'm sure that's where he's taken her." She said.
"And that's where we're going to rock the walls off that place and get Charley-girl back!" Throttle proclaimed.
"Let's do it!" Vinnie cried out.
"Then what're we waiting for?" Modo said.
Vinnie and Modo now rode up to Throttle. Hecuba climbed on behind Modo on his bike. The large mouse helped her on.
"Now let's Rock.." Throttle began.
"...And Ride!" Vinnie and Modo cried out.
...
"Lemme go, you overgrown flea bag!" Charley cried out, trying to to get out of Daniel's grasp.
He and the pack made their way inside an empty building. It had three large, stately gables and a beautiful smooth marble floor. It was unfurnished and a large gaping hole in the roof exposed the clear night sky. A large, misty full moon shone its rays on its occupants.
"Never. You are the loup-garou that will change the course of all of the pack."
'I'm the what?" Charley asked.
"It was prophesied many years before your birth that a female werewolf, a loup-garou, would come from a line of strong leaders and will lead all loup-garous into the age of hope. The age of peace and prosperity. It is also my destiny to wed the chosen one."
"Why? So you can dump me like you did my aunt?"
"Agatha wasn't part of fate. She already knew that the leader of the pack has to choose a new bride every seven years."
"And you still slept with her? You're a real piece of work!"
"It's werewolf law. I can choose who I want as a mate. Now, I choose you."
"Not even remotely interested." Charley frowned, as she tried to wrench away.
"You'll change your mind. I'll see to it."
"Don't hold your breath."
Suddenly, the three mice crashed through the windows and landed on the ground.
"Don't these guys ever use doors?" Rayford asked.
"Let the lady go, Slick!" Throttle cried out.
"And we mean now!" Vinnie said.
"Or we whip your tail for you!" Modo said, his single eye glowing like fire.
"I will marry the Davidson woman without incident." Daniel said, making a motion with his hand.
Rayford and several members of the pack jumped off wooden pillars that held up the church roof. They transformed into wolves then blocked the mice.
"You three will have to get past us." Rayford told them.
The mice fired their missiles blasting the wolves into the air. Several flew into walls and windows.
"Not bad. Like shooting fish in a barrel." Throttle chuckled.
"You forgot about us, dear boy. Greasepit!" Limburger cried out.
The ugly, muscle bound ape took out a missile launcher.
"I'll get dem meeces!" He cried out.
He tripped and it fired. Fortunately, the Biker Mice leaped out the way of the approaching missile. It hit a wall and within minutes the whole place was engulfed in orange flames and smoke.
"We have to get out of here!" Throttle called out to his friends.
"Daniel, help us!" Several packmates cried out. But he panicked and ran away. He didn't get far as a flaming wall fell on him crushing him to death.
...
"Help! Help us!" Cried out several members of the pack that were trapped. Pieces of a burning wall had fallen on them.
"I have to help my packmates!" Vivica cried out, rushing over to them.
She pulled at it.
"No use. It's too heavy!" She said.
The Mice pressed buttons on their bikes which released grappling hooks which attached to the piece of wall. The mice began towing the piece of wall off the pack members.
"Now get your people out of here, Vivica!" Throttle told her.
Charley and Hecuba also helped by carrying survivors out of the building. No sooner everyone got out then the whole building collapsed into a powdery rubble.
"You saved us. You are the true loup-garou. The prophesied one. The one who will lead us into the age of hope!" Rayford declared.
All members of the pack including Rayford now bowed to Vivica.
"Hey, where's Limburger?" Charley asked.
"Took off in the all the excitement." Throttle replied.
The tan furred mouse used his infra-red visor on his helmet to see Limburger had an exact replica of Limburger Tower not far from them.
"Well, well...look there, bros. Stink Central, or a copy of it!" He chuckled.
Vinnie and Modo used the visors on their helmets to see what their leader was looking at.
"Bet we can bring it down just like we do in Chi-town." Modo replied.
"Let's do it to it!" Vinnie said.
The white mouse fired the missile launcher at the tower knocking it down. The mice watched in glee as the tower came tumbling down. They could hear the Big Cheese moan and groan in sadness.
"This is the best part of this job!" Throttle chuckled.
...
Six Months Later...Chicago, Last Chance Garage...
Charley had just finished mopping her floor when the Biker Mice had just rode in. She frowned at seeing the black tread marks from their bikes now on her newly mopped floor.
"Hey, Charley-girl." Throttle said.
"Can't you guys give a warning before you just drop in? I just waxed this floor." She replied.
"Sorry but I guess I got a lot on my mind."
"You mean you got Miss General Ma'am on your mind." Modo teased, "Can believe you two finally got engaged."
"You and Carbine are getting married? About time." Charley said.
"We need to throw you a bachelor party, bro. You know a big send-off before you take the big plunge down the aisle." Vinnie said, "A last night of freedom."
"I'm marrying my girl. I'm not dying."
"You sure about that?"
Everyone looked up to see Aunt Agatha appear in the doorway.
"Aunt Agatha? What a surprise." Charley said, hugging her aunt, "What brings you to Chicago?"
"A lot." She said, smiling.
Throttle noticed Charley's aunt seemed upset about something. Her smile seemed forced.
"Hey, how is Vivica?" Throttle asked.
"Fine. She's doing well. Very well. She bore you a fine, healthy son." She replied.
"That's great." He smiled back, then his smile faded as he understood what she just said.
"Bore me a what?!" He asked, in shock.
Vinnie, Charley, and Modo's jaws dropped open so wide a bird could fly in them.
Aunt Agatha now pulled out a revolver and aimed it in the tan furred mouse's face.
"Die, scum!" She screamed.