Life's Second Chance

Bullet for My Valentine

Modo over heard Throttle's small phrase, and put on a frown. Finally adding one-on-one together released a gasp.

"Hit me with your best shot," May challenged as she placed the helmet atop her head and revved her engine. It was then the street dance became alive.

May's crew were quite intimidating and seemed to be untouchable. None of the Martians' handy work seemed to even faze, dent, or reach their attackers.

"Man, they're not as weak as they look," Vinnie commented as he dodged a flying bullet which bounced off the rim of his wheel making Charlie scream "AHH!"

"If we can't beat them on the ground, we take it to the sky-" Pulling into a wheely, Throttle called out, "Flying V Maneuver Number 5!"

Vinnie protested " Why five? It makes me look -" his complaint stopped mid sentence as he met his bro's glare and chuckled, "Okay, okay five!"

"Let's rock..and..RIDE!" the trio hollered as they took to the sky where they could practically see the hand motions of May directing her group of five in different directions. This girl was no fool, and forced the trio into a one-on-one situation knowing that they were weakest when divided.

Charlie ended up dumped in a recycling dumpster to be kept out of harms way, and put on a scowl. Knowing very well how crafty May was, decided to follow up in the sidelines the way she always did.

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"I swear I didn't tell her anything!" came Throttle's defending words as the girl posing as May threw a flying right hook aimed towards his face.

"Then how on earth would she know what I only disclosed to you!?" came Ray's retort as she swept her leg forcing Throttle to tumble backwards and fall. What made her furious was the fact he wasn't fighting against her.

"I..I don't know.." came his lowered tones. It was completely frustrating playing the middleman so to speak. Though grateful to be involved, Throttle now wished he didn't obligate himself to the venture. She was forcing him into a corner, a corner he didn't want to be squeezed in.

"Fight me!" the girl cursed under her breath.

"No! - Ooooof" he grimaced as he was kicked in the gut, his visors flying off his face.. Only when the girl pulled a gun on him did he freeze. "You wouldn't shoot me would you?" his voice smooth as silk; red eyes staring straight into her brown ones.

"If you won't fight I will," the girl threatened darkly clicking the handgun- reloading a round.

Confident that the girl wouldn't shoot him stood up slowly and walked straight towards her, and with every inch he'd taken to close the distance, she'd taken back. A quake visible in her hands revealed obvious fear. Even after the girl fired a warning round at his feet, he still approached with the same answer replaying as if he was a broken recorder.

"Why won't you fight me?" cursed the girl, trembling as she felt his solid chest up against the nose of her gun. It was only after a comforting hand was placed over her fingers did her trembling stop.

"You should know that by now.." came Throttle's quiet words. His foe paused feeling an obvious pang of fear wash over. Things weren't supposed to play out this way. At this rate everything she had planned would be ruined. She had to force Throttle to fight back convincingly.

"Why? Because I'm your friend?" she spat, not meeting his eyes as she held a shaking finger to the trigger. When silence took over she gripped the hilt of her gun all the tighter, "Don't play games with me you filthy rat," her voice rose with the wave of regret that seemed to form a lump in her throat.

Throttle gritted his teeth at the term filthy rat for it was a disgrace to be dubbed as such. The cracks in the girl's words told him she was fighting.. with herself.

"Don't make me do this.." she threatened venomously and quietly.

Throttle felt a sense of fear ring in her words..a fear masked with something else...Something much more darker. It was then a flash of ol' Jim, head of the Road Ravens entered his mind.

The eight foot well built man had been cut in 100 places, and the image of the human cringing in pain as his body fell to the floor twitching in unnatural ways seemed to be imprinted in Throttle's memory. Standing straight, the martian felt the threat of that beast taking over once more-yet he dared to place his hands upon the girl's shoulders in an attempt to to shake her out of the deranged daze. May pulled back and point the loaded weapon between his eyes now "I won't ask you again.." his foe repeated under her breath. This time with a sense of confidence that made his heart skip a beat-in the worst way possible.

She was going to do it.

The gun clicked as it was prepared to release the bullet.