Looks That Kill (Nikki Sixx FanFic)

Bragging Rights...And Then Some

We were all seated in our wheelchairs at one end of the hallway, Tommy stood in a nearby doorway with Gertrude and Ingrid at his side, ready to count us off for the race.

Nikki had made sure to equip me with Mary Beth's set of wheels to ensure that I at least had a fighting chance in my very first wheelchair race with the Crüe.

Still, I was nervous, considering that I had zero experience with riding in wheelchairs, let alone racing in them. I guessed that this wouldn't go very well. Not to mention, I didn't like the idea of the four of us wheeling down a narrow hallway at top speed. The idea just reeked of concussions and stitches.

Of course, with people like Vince, Nikki and Mick, death was something they faced everyday, carelessly. I, on the other hand, was much more cautious, much more calculated, and this seemed all kinds of dangerous. We didn't even have helmets!

"I'm gonna' destroy you!" Nikki suddenly snarled into my ear. The heat of his breath on my cheek gave me shivers, and I turned to face him.

He had a cocky grin plastered on his face as he playfully-and lightly-kicked my right foot with his left one. The arm rests on our wheelchairs were nearly touching, and I felt his fingers softly brush against mine, sending chills up and down my spine. His voice, even his touch, was all it took to drain the fear right out of me. In its place, he gave me competition and playfulness.

"You think so?" I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.

"I know so," he insisted.

"Please, we all know who the real champion is here," Vince suddenly cut in, giving me a wink.

"Yeah. Me," Mick said flatly, his eyes glaring at the hallway ahead of us. He seemed to be in the zone, focused and prepared for anything and everything that might happen during this race. Mick was ready to throw down.

"You guys ready?" Tommy called out, catching our attention.

He watched us patiently as we situated ourselves. Looking around at the guys, I mimicked whatever I saw them doing; putting my hands on the wheels on either side of me, leaning forward in my chair, and staring straight ahead.

"Okay, guys. One lap around the Geriatric Wing. First one to reach Ingrid's room wins. Meanwhile, I'll be" he paused to cough into his fist "distracting the head nurse."

Gross, I thought to myself once I realized what it was that Tommy was implying. That must be how they never get into trouble during these races....

"Whoever wins, gets the surprise all to themselves. Any questions-" another cough "-Winter?"

This time, his implications caused me to roll my eyes. "I'm not stupid, Tommy. I know how races work."

He raised his arms up in surrender. "Fine, fine! Just making sure you understand the rules. After all, this ain't just any race. This is 'Mötley Crüe's Millionth Bi-Monthly Annual Wheelchair Race'!"

We watched as Tommy strolled out of Ingrid's room and towards another hallway that led to the heart of the Geriatric Wing, towards the center where the main nurses' desk was.

"On your mark..."

We all seemed to lean forward even more in our chairs.

"Get set..."

Nikki's arm just barely brushed against mine. His long hairs dragged across my skin, tickling me, and causing more goosebumps to pop up along my body.

"Go!"

Tommy turned and sprinted away from us just as the three guys around me shot forward, rolling down the hall like a pack of madmen.

I pushed against my tires, frantically trying to keep up with them, but it was apparent almost immediately that I was no match for them. After all, they were all fairly muscular men, and I was a twig. When it came to tests of strength, it didn't help to be a model.