The Biker Mice From Mars

chapter 1

The cell was dark and cold. I didn't know how long I had been here but my guess was over a year at least; though it wouldn't surprise me if it was more. Plutarkians had captured me when I was working on my newest experiment in my lab back home, I'm happy to say I put up one hell of a fight but nevertheless got captured, tortured and thrown in this pit all because I refuse to help those stinking slime balls. So here I was, hanging from the ceiling by my sore wrists in chains all cut up and beaten from today's attempt of getting my cooperation when I heard noise by the entrance to this tunnelled prison; a lot of it too, it sounded like male voices and they were speaking in a language I couldn't understand. The Plutarkian guards brought in three men, or rather mice? From what I picked up from snippets of gossip I had heard, that meant they were Martians. It took six guards to drag them down to a cell, I kinda felt sorry for the ones carrying a big grey one that looked to be knocked out, but then I remembered that I was their prisoner and was supposed to hate them.

The guards shoved them all into the cell a few holes down from mine, dropping the big guy on the floor with a heavy bang. That's gonna hurt. The other two mice, a white one and a tan coloured one started talking amongst themselves still in their own language. Upon inspection, they looked nice enough once you looked passed the biker gear, insane muscles and height which was at least seven foot! Over the next few days I stayed hung up in my chains getting daily beatings with the mice watching in anger. When I wasn't being beaten up I watched them as they were taunted by the guards and beaten when the Plutarkians were in a bad mood. On the fourth day, the personal assistant to the big boss came to see the prisoners, including me. He talked to them in their language (I assumed) before turning to me and talking in English.

"Are you ready to help our cause yet or do you need more persuading?" He crossed his arms and gave a smug look in my direction. I smiled brightly at him, nodding. He grinned evilly and opened the cell door. The fish looking imbecile came into the cell with me, not being smart enough to shut the door behind him. This had happened many other times before and still he didn't seem to learn from his mistakes. But I did. Using a burst of energy I pulled myself up and as if I were using gymnastics rings and flipped myself up so I kicked the Plutarkian in the face, hard enough to knock him out. Dumb ass. A hoot of laughter came from the mouse cell and I looked to see them all grinning with crossed arms, the white one laughing his ass off. I did a few more flips before the rusty old chains couldn't take any more and snapped leaving me free but with the broken handcuffs still on my bloody wrists. I proceeded to pick up the keys that had dropped onto the floor and walked up to the mice's' door, after observing them for the passed few days I had concluded that they were more friends than foes so easily unlocked their cell. The tan one, who seemed to be the leader of the group, gave me a nod of thanks as did the very large grey one; the white mouse? He gave me a smirk and a wink before following his friends out of the cell.

They started walking towards the entrance of the prison, bad move and my first mistake when I had attempted my first escape. I quickly ran up to the front of them and stretched out my arms to stop them then made a clear sign to follow me before leading the way into a cell at the very bottom of the block. The mice started murmuring between them clearly unsure whether to trust me. I walked into the cell and started to remove bricks from the corner of the wall that I had previously loosened in one of my many failed attempts. The hole was big enough for me and the two smaller mice but the big guy would need help squeezing through, easily done with the other two kicking a few extra bricks loose.

I tried to tell them with signs and hand gestures about the way to get out but they ended up just looking confused so I was forced to resort to my last option. Lip-on-lip contact information transfer. An experimental pill of my own creation that allows you to understand any language once you make physical contact with the chosen speaker, the only problem that occurred was that instead of being any form of physical contact, the formula I had made had mutated slightly so that only lip-on-lip contact would make the pill work. The good side was that once you took the pill and, effectively kissed someone, you could speak their language fluently without fear of it wearing off! And so I was forced to share lip contact with one of the three mice that stood before me. The white one was closest and within my reach so I grabbed him and smashed my lips to his before pulling away, much to the confusion of all three.