The Biker Mice From Mars

chapter 7

The guys and I had all gone to Charley's for food and a movie night. We all eventually crashed on the sofas and floor in the small living area. Vinnie and Charley curled up together (honestly why don't they just grow some and get together!), Throttle and Modo had collapsed, leaning on each other while I just napped all curled up on the arm chair I had stolen from Throttle, much to his annoyance. 

I was woken from my light sleep by the sound of the garage doors creaking open. Looking at the clock on the wall it read 04:39am. The sudden thought that the noise might have been one of the Plutarkians or their goons coming to do a surprise attack filled my mind; so I decided to check it out. Making sure not to wake up the guys or Charley I got up and crept to the door leading to the garage, my mind screaming at me that this is exactly what those dumbass people in horror movies do and they are always the first to die. I got on my tip toes and looked through the small window in the door. I saw a large black figure and a black bike. The rider's back was facing me and the garage was only lit by the light of the street lights outside, casting long shadows over the walls and painted floor of the garage. 

I moved back to the kitchen and grabbed the softball bat I knew Charley had there under the sink before again creeping back to the garage door checking the intruder was still there. He was, still facing away from me, fiddling with something on his bike. I carefully opened the door, thankfully this door was one of the few in the house that didn't make any sound when being used. How convenient eh? 

Keeping light on the balls of my feet I made my way to the intruder and raised the bat before swinging it as hard as I could, landing a blow on the rider's leg. They made a noise of pain and surprise turning to face me as I brought the bat back up and swung again at their upper arm a loud squeal leaving my lips as I landed another blow. Another pained sound left the rider. I raised the bat again only this time the rider was ready and blocked my hit with their gloved hand before yanking it towards them, over powering me and using the bat to pin me to them. My back against their chest, the bat against my chest. 

Adrenaline and fight or flight reaction kicked in. Apparently my body chose fight since the next thing I know I use my free hands to push the bat away from my chest enough for me to slip through the gap, slip through the spread legs of the rider, jumping up and kicking them in the knee making them fall to the floor. A round kick was next on my combo list but once again the rider blocked me by grabbing my ankle. As they rose to their feet they kept a firm grip on my foot. In order to keep my balance I was forced to hop on my other foot and place my hands on the rider's chest and shoulder the higher my leg was raised. Then another 'brilliant' idea formed, I'd seen this move in plenty of movies and fight shows, it looked simple enough... with any luck I'd end up on the rider's shoulders causing them to lose balance and fall, giving me advantage... and was my only real way out of this situation at the moment unless I shouted for Charley. Hey! Charley! Duh! Insert mental face palm here!

I shouted as loudly as I could "CHARLEY!" and in seconds the door burst open and Charley and the three guys piled in through the small door ready for a fight, the lights were flicked on and flooded the room. The guys took one look at the black bike parked in the garage doorway and spoke in unison.

"Stoker?" The rider removed his helmet with his free hand and revealed a dark brown mouse with cherry red eyes and long hair pulled back into a ponytail. Clearly he was a bit older than the guys but he was just as handsome in a maturer way. Shocked but happy faces on all the mice and even Charley as they realised who the intruder was.

"Erm, Hey bros?" He offered with a grin.