The Biker Mice From Mars

Chapter 11

*NO P.O.V. IN THIS CHAPTER*

3 weeks later

Things were mostly back to normal again. Stella was walking home from some much needed shopping, she had had to buy several new outfits to accommodate her new tail. She was but a couple blocks away from home when a disgustingly bright purple limo smoothly pulled up alongside her, window rolling down to reveal a Mr L Limburger.

"My dear, long time no see. I see you are keeping well. How's the experiments going, hmm? I can assume well seeing that lovely new tail of yours." Yeah and the addition of some lovely claws too.

"Nope. I don't think so. No today thanks!" She started to walk away.

"Now now, my dear Miss Macgee, usually one deems it rude to ignore a greeting so blatantly."

"It's Doctor Macgee, fishface and my ignoring you in the first place is an indication that I actually don't want to converse with you. Ever. Goodbye." She continued on her way as the limousine rolled alongside her.

"Of course, Doctor, my apologies. But if I could have a moment of your time, we were close business partners once after all, one could almost call us friends!"

"You are definitely no friend of mine you putrid, loathsome low life. What do you want, Stinkfish? To capture and torture me again? Or maybe to try and blackmail me?"

"Torture is such an ugly word, I prefer the term 'detained and persuaded'."

"Either way, I'm not giving you what you want, nor am I interested in what you have to offer. So goodbye, Mr Limburger; after what you did to me, my friends and Chicago I hope you rot in hell. You already smell like you're well on your way to decomposing as it is." Limburger grabbed her upper arm and yanked Stella harshly towards the open window. An angry snarl that belonged more on a dog than a fish graced his face, pulling back his lips to show his rows of nasty sharp teeth.

"Do not refuse me, Doctor Macgee. I can make your life and the lives of your friends very difficult;  do you think you can really withstand that? I will put my focus on those disgusting motorcycle riding rodents, I wonder how they would like to become the test subjects of Carbuncle's experiments.. again.. Oh and don't forget the lovely Miss Davidson and her garage. Once I've ruined her business and she's at her lowest I will take her to the cells and weaken her even further, I think my little pets will enjoy chewing on her in their tank once my guards have had their fun with her." 

At the mention of her friends being hurt a protective instinct snapped in Stella and she gripped Limburger's jaw and pulled him through the small open window and held him up so she was face to face with the now shocked looking Plutarkian. Now it was her turn to snarl at him, baring her new feline teeth at the fish. 

"Now you listen to me and you listen good. You so much as go near my friends I will kick your ass so hard you'll have to unbutton your collar to take a dump. If I find out you have harmed a single hair on any of their heads I will send you to a deep, dark place and I am gonna have fun doing it! Do you understand? Your little threats are as much garbage as you are. You can't do shit to me or my friends cuz if you do the rest of us will come after you and come down on you so hard, you will wish you never came to this planet, in fact you will wish you had never. Been. Born." 

Stella let her new claws slowly sink into the Plutarkian's thick neck, a dribble of purple blood trickled down. 

"Try to remember that this is a Cat eat Fish world, yes? Do we understand each other, Mr Limburger?" Limburger nodded quickly, still stunned speechless from the sudden change in power. "Good. Now why don't you fuck off." With the conversation over Stella opened the limo door, through Limburger into the backseat and slammed the door shut, denting it in the process. The driver quickly sped off leaving Stella alone on the side of the road.

Author Note

Thanks for reading! I know it's just a short chapter but I figured little and often yeah? :P