8. Chapter 8 (1/2)

biker mice is not copyrighted to me, but to rick ungar. the songs "one day" and "get down" are copyright to gary moore and the backstreet boys, respectively. while being used without permission, no profit is being made from this fanfic. this is solely for entertainment purposes and writing practice. however, danielle "danny" aguirrez does belong to me. no using her without my permission.

thank you all for your generous comments, faves and follows. your support is greatly appreciated. ^_^ originally this was going to be part of chapter 7, but i realized it would be too long. so instead i

oke it up into 2 separate chapters, and did some editing. i think it works better this way.

legal jargon time. biker mice is not copyrighted to me, but to rick ungar. the songs "one day" and "get down" are copyright to gary moore and the backstreet boys, respectively. while being used without permission, no profit is being made from this fanfic. this is solely for entertainment purposes and writing practice. however, danielle "danny" aguirrez does belong to me. no using her without my permission.

greasepit slammed the butt of his barrel gun into the door,

eaking it apart completely. he watched the shredded wood pieces fall onto the ruddy red carpet, and flicked off the remaining pieces on his gun. he kept it at his side as he stepped inside. he looked from his left to his right, and slowly swung his head in a semi-circle to the right. he grunted and frowned.

"awww phoeys."

his disappointment was warranted. when he entered and looked, there was no one in sight. all he saw was an open window and furniture overturned. so they either left in a hurry, or they were the biggest slobs he had ever seen. he kicked aside an open ramen noodle cup as he took another step in. his goons followed suit as he looked all around. he sent three to check the kitchen area, and the other five to the bedroom. while they did so, he scanned the living room. he then remembered the open window. it was a long shot, but she may have been hiding under the window or have escaped in the alley way. he reset his rifle and poked his head out the open window. he sulked again when he saw the outside. there was no human life outside the window. all he saw was the metal railing for the emergency fire exit, and an empty alleyway. but he couldn't tell what else was there because the cloudy sky made seeing hard to do. he stepped onto the metal platform to get a better look at the outside. aside from seeing a few trashcans and a metal gate, there was no sign of the girl or anyone else.

greasepit paused for a moment, then quickly turned and pointed his gun at the outside wall. he paused, then slowly lowered his weapon. his ears were playing tricks on him; there was no one there. he could have sworn he had heard

eathing, but he saw nothing behind him. he stepped back inside and wiped the rain off his bare shoulders.

"well goons? anythings?"

"nada, boss," one confirmed. "no

at in the cabinets. just some rusted pots 'n pans, a few packages of instant noodles, and rancid milk in the fridge."

"are dey so poor dat they cants buy fresh milk?" greasepit shook his head. this was not the time to wonder about that. "neverminds. so no

at huh?"

greasepit turned his attention to the others that went to check out the bedroom.

"well? youse guys find anything?"

"almost completely empty," one with a red mohawk with a long scar across his face answered. "all that was left was the bed and dresser." he held up a

oken plastic balloon. "and…this stuff."

"dey sure do holds a lot of parties in dis place." he held the balloon-like article in his hands. "why don't they throw out their trash? and why keeps dese balloons? it's

oken; ya can't make dems bigger."

"um, sir…it's not a balloon. it's a condom." pause. "you don' blow on it; you wear it."

greasepit put the disgarded article on his red cap and tried to fit it over his head. it did not work; the device would not stretch.

"uhh…not there sir.

greasepit paused for a moment. he could not remember for the life of him what that was. then he saw one of the goons point to his crotch. greasepit paused for a moment, realizing what he meant. he then screamed. he threw the

oken condom onto the ground and stomped it as hard as he could. when he heard his goons laugh at his behavior, he glared at them. the laughs stopped as instantly as they started.

"dese people are sick!" greasepit wiped his hands on his grease-covered overalls. "i's seen cleaner dumpsters than dis place!"

he then noticed a black box on the ground. he bent down and picked it up. it was an answering machine. he looked at the button that said "play", and pressed it. when he heard the message, he smirked.

"ah, so she's on da runs again wid her family. mister limburger'll wanna know 'bout dis." he turned his attention to his goons. "dem cops are probably on da way, so wese need ta amscray. i'm gonna gid da message ta da boss. youse all continues lookin' for the

at. radio me when ya's finds her."

with that, greasepit and his squadron of goons exited the apartment and went their separate ways.

modo

eathed a heavy sigh of relief when the door closed. he stood on the adjacent wall with danny, balanced between one of the crumbling gaps and a window sill. they were safe for now. he looked to his left where danny was still hugging his waist with her face buried against his left side. he felt her body shaking against him while she continued to hold onto him. was it from the rain, the cold air, or fear? or perhaps she was trying to stifle tears again, and her body shook because of that suppression. he used his good arm to squeeze her shoulder and keep her close to him while he pressed his bionic arm against the outside wall. he couldn't afford to move both arms; they had to stay balanced until he was sure the threat was gone.

he continued to grip the wall with his bionic hand for a while, waiting for the right moment to come. he had to be sure that the goons wouldn't be able to track him and danny down. he could probably take them on if he had to, even with a civilian to block. but he would prefer not to; it would make the job difficult for him to do on his own. above all else, he did not want to put danny at risk of getting caught in the crossfire.

"okay, in spiderman and my other comics they make this really exciting. but doing it in real life…it's more terrifying."

"you find that what happens in comics and movies is a lot different than in real life, little lady." modo looked down for a moment, then back to danny. "danny-girl, i gotta ask ya for a favor?""wh-what?"

"climb on my back."

"…seriously?" danny looked at him. he couldn't see due to the dark sky and rain, but he was sure she was smiling. "we're actually gonna jum-"

"i need both arms ta get mah bike over. i can't get her if i gotta keep hold of ya. and it's too far to jump." he paused for a moment. "remember when ya told me that ya trusted me? don't stop now."

danny slowly unwrapped her arms from around modo's waist and moved them to around his neck, then wrapped her legs around his waist one at a time. modo inched his feet to the edge of the wall, his foot moving away slightly to avoid the crumbling

ick material. while keeping hold of the wall, he reached out with his flesh arm to grab the drain pipe. after a moment, he swung forward and grabbed it with his bionic arm. he sighed in relief, until he heard a loud creaking noise.

"what was that?"

"oh momma. this ain't good."

suddenly, the drain pipe modo was hugging

oke off from the wall, resulting in him and danny falling to the ground below. she screamed as they fell from the wall to the floor. modo deactivated his helmet's visor and whistled. he smiled when lil' hoss drove into the alleyway and skidded to a halt just before they reached the ground. modo landed in the driver's seat with danny right behind him.

"hey! what was that?"

modo quickly drove lil' hoss out of the alley and around the other side as fast as he could. he did not want to put danny in the middle of another fight if he could prevent it. he skidded lil' hoss to a halt on the other side just as he heard the loud and forceful stomping of feet on the fire escape outside. modo watched as five ran out from the fire escape to examine the area by where they were earlier. he popped the cannon out from his cybernetic arm. while he did not want to start a fight, he knew had to prepare for one that would most likely come his way. he just hoped that if one started, he could radio throttle and vinnie for backup. the laser on his gun glowed a faint blue as he prepared to fire a laser in defense.

however, just as he was about to, a lucky

eak came his way. greasepit made his way to the balcony and started calling out to his squadron.

"whose outs here?"

"no one here," one with a paunch stomach called out. he held out the

oken drain pipe. "this just rusted over and fell apart. thought someone was out here."

"neverminds dat!" greasepit yelled out. "no one's here, and dat

at's probably long gone by nows. we's gotta tell the boss what we know before dem nosy cops come by, or dem mice."

modo watched as greasepit and his goon squadron evacuated the apartment and drove off back to limburger tower. he gave a sigh of relief and set the cannon back into his arm. normally he would enjoy a good

awl. he would even want to chase after limburger's goons, and call out throttle and vinnie to join in on the fun. but tonight, too much as at stake for him to go after them. he looked back at danny and smiled.

"it's okay, little lady. they're gone."

"you're not gonna go after them and rip their heads off their necks?"

"uhhh….no." modo raised his eye

ows and stared at danny in bewilderment. "where do get these morbid ideas from anyway?"

"old horror movies, and trash talk from…you know who."

"oh. well…no, we don't do that. we fight, blow stuff up, occasional bloody nose, knocking out teeth, busted jaws,

oken bones and lots of

uises…but no flying arms, legs, or heads."

"don't the explosions kill them anyway?"

"if they did, why do i keep fighting the same faces over and over?"

"maybe they're zombies. or they're clones?"

"that's a mystery we'll solve another time. right now i wanna get out of this rain. wet mouse smell is not good."

"when you live where i live, odor de wet mouse is perfume."

modo just looked at her with a wide eye, and then shook his head.

"yeah…i'm not gonna dig deeper to know what you meant by that."

"so, are we really gonna go to your secret hideout? what's it like?"

"first, yeah, we are. motel's too risky. limburger's goons might find ya there. your friends might be in danger if i take you to them, and if your family is as bad as you say they are you'll be shipped to juvie just for being in the family. so law enforcement's out of the question." modo looked back at danny. "and i'm gonna say this before we get there: this isn't like those underground bases for government agencies you'd see in those old sci-movies, or in comics like avengers or x-men. i don't think even the justice league would cover it well. they don't tell the truth about martians like me."

"i had that feeling." danny paused. "wait…you're familiar with x-men, avengers and the justice league? i didn't think it was possible, but you just became even more awesome."

modo shook his head and chuckled, and stuck a spare helmet on danielle's head.

"i know enough to get the gist of what they do and who is who. now hold on tight, danny-girl." he revved up lil' hoss's engine once more. "it's time ta ride."

with that, modo drove lil' hoss onto the street and down back to quiggly field. while driving, he occasionally glanced back at danielle. her mouth had formed a worrisome frown, with her eyes glancing at the road below lil' hoss's tires. she was detached and withdrawn at that moment, not wanting to talk to anyone. he couldn't blame her for being so. a lot had happened in to her in this one day alone. almost being killed three times in one day, her family abandoning her without warning, and having to move suddenly. who would be able to talk after that, much less want to? true, he could try to distract her with stories during his time in the plutarkian war, but he doubted she would want to listen. telling her others have it worse would only make her feel worse. that was the one thing he wanted to avoid right now, along with encountering greasepit and his goon army again.

"hey, uh…ya mind if i turn on the radio?" he asked her. "maybe some music will help us." he waited for a response, but didn't get one. "well, i'm gonna put on a little music. but i'll keep it soft so you can talk if ya wanna."

"okay."

modo felt danny tighten her grip on the straps of his chestplate. he wrapped his tail around her waist to give her a quick hug while he searched for radio stations that were not playing commercials or talking about the rain. he already knew it was raining and to be careful driving down the street. he did not want to hear the same announcement every five seconds! whenever he was fortunate enough to find a radio station, it was bland rap or hip hop. when he turned to one station, his eyes went wide and he started to feel nauseous.

you're the one for me

you're my ecstasy

you're the one i need...

get down,

get down,

and move it all around.

get down,