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Authors note: Sorry it took so long getting this part out!! Hope you guys like it. Feedback is appreciated. Biker Mice From Mars doesn't belong to me (or I could be very very rich), I'm just, let us say `borrowing' some of the characters for a bit. Zoey and Karen belong to me. Please ask before using them. Enjoy the story!!
Same day as part 4. Time: 3:45.
As Charley's bike neared it's destination, she began to have doubts
about rushing off like she did. She had to admit racing off, without
leaving any way for the guys to find her, into what could be a
trap; wasn't exactly the most brilliant thing she's ever done.
Charley knew she should of waited for the guys to get there, a
few minutes wouldn't of mattered all that much. But something
inside her had snapped at the thought that--that--FISH--could
of done what this woman said he had done. She hadn't even stopped
to think about it!
The more Charley thought about it, the more convinced she was
that the whole thing was a trap. It had to be. Or at least that
was what she kept telling herself, over and over. Charley couldn't
even begin to think it was the truth, for ever time she did she
felt sick to her stomach and the urge to scream was overpowering.
It's just a trick, Charley..nothing more..nothing more...they
could never real do what she says they did...never...
Charley slowed as she approached the school. For a split second
she thought about turning around and forgetting this ever happened.
But only for a split second. The nagging feeling in the pit of
her stomach, pulled her onwards to the school. Part of her knew
it was the truth, part of her knew exactly who the hybrid mouse
in the picture was. But she had to know for sure. She had to know
for sure.
Charley's bike roared to a halt in front of the old red-bricked
school. A playground sat off to one side of the building, while
a small parking lot was in front of the school. She looked around
slowly, cautiously, for the woman; taking off her helmet. Or any
sign of a trap. It was then that it occurred to Charley she had
no clue what this woman looked like. How in heaven's name was
she supposed to meet someone she couldn't recognize? Hopefully
the woman would recognize her.
The school grounds and the parking lot were both deserted. Turing
off her bike, Charley sat and waited. She sifted uneasily, she
once again wished she had waited for the guys. More accurately
she wished she had waited for Vinnie. Her hand grasped the peace
emblem that hung from it's cord around her neck, holding it tightly
against her.
It was then that she spotted the car. An dented, two door 88'
Honda sat hidden in the shade of a large oak tree at the opposite
end of the parking lot. The original white finish was slowly begin
swallowed up by a reddish-brown fungus that crept up the drivers
side. The owner of the car was no where in sight.
Looking around again, she became more uneasy with ever passing
moment. It was still, so quite. It unnerved her. So much that
when she heard the sound of a child's laughter she almost jumped
clear of the bike. With a start she realized it had come from
the playground. Then she laughed.
Oh course a child would be in the playground of a elementary
school!! Man I'm jumpy...where is that woman? This is really freaking
me out......
It was then that an idea hit her. Charley got off her bike and
walked slowly to the playground. If what the woman was saying
was the truth...could that be.....
As she came into clear sight of the playground she saw two figures
by the swings. One, a woman in her thirties, pushing a young plainly
fully human girl on the swings. The child was laughing
happily, trying to swing higher and higher. Charley was about
to turn around an leave; for this couldn't be the woman she was
meeting, when the child spotted her.
"Mom! Look!!" the child said loudly, her voice carrying
over to Charley. She pointed towards Charley. "Is that the
lady your gonna meet?"
Karen Dean looked to where her daughter, her precious baby, was
pointing. She smiled sadly at Charley. Part of her glad that she
had shown up, another part of her wishing this moment had never
come. "Gracie, don't point honey, it's not polite."
Karen said more out of habit then anything.
She stopped pushing the swing and moved toward Charley. Grace,
Karen's daughter, who at nine was old enough to swing by herself;
jumped down of the swing and garbed her mom's hand. The two of
them walk up to Charley, who meet them halfway. Karen's raven
black hair blew wildly in the march wind.
"Ms. Davidson, Ms. Charlene Davidson?" Karen asked.
Charley nodded. The woman wasn't what she had expected. What she
had expected she didn't know but a thirty year old with graying
hair and a daughter wasn't it.
Karen held out a hand and smiled that sad smile again.
"I'm Doctor Karen Dean, and this," she gestured to the
child, who clinched at her. "this is my daughter Grace."
She looked Charley up and down. Then she look around, as if looking
for someone else.
"I must admit, I didn't think you'd come alone..."
Before either woman could say another word Grace put in her bit.
"HI!!! I'm seven!! How do you know my Mummy? Do you work
with her? Do you really know giant talking mice?" The words
rushed quickly from the child's mouth. Bright intelligent blue
eyes shone up at Charley. Before Charley could begin to even try
to answer her, the child ran back to the swings.
"Sorry about her. It's the age you know." Karen said
apologetically.
Charley of course did not know. Nor did she plan to ask. Charley
look at Karen in puzzlement. Karen acted and looked more like
a soccer mom in her old jeans and baggy sweat shirt then a scientist
who had done the things she had claim to have done. Then again
appearances can be deceiving.
Karen smiled a little, almost as if she knew what Charley was
thinking. She gestured to the near by bench.
"You would probably like to know what this is all about,
wouldn't you Ms. Davidson?" Karen said in a low voice. "I'm
sorry about asking you here but this is the only place I could
think of that would be safe."
The two sat down on the bench. Charley eyed Karen.
"Safe for whom, Doctor?" Charley asked, evenly.
"Us both.....and for her." She was oblivious not referring
to her daughter. "I'm sorry if the letter upset you, Ms.
Davidson...but it was the only thing I could think of..."
Karen looked around again. She looked at Charley, puzzled. "I'm
sorry Ms. Davidson..but I must ask...did the other party get the
package and letter? I was hoping you would both come..."
For a second Charley had no idea what she was talking about, then
she remember. The package had been addressed to both her and Vinnie.
That meant...Ah--shit--that means Vinnie could just find it
sitting there..and OH---DAM--I left the garage open!!! What was
I thinking...Vinni---the guys must be worried sick!!
"Uhm---"
Karen watched Charley's expressions and almost chuckled. She could
she in her head this young woman dashing off to get the bottom
of it all without tell anyone or even thinking to give the package
to another soul.
"I'll take that as a no." She gave Charley a look. "It's
very important that he know what I'm going to tell you, Ms. Davidson.
Very important."
Charley was sick of this. She wanted Karen do get to the point.
"What is it that you want from us, Doctor Dean?" Charley
asked pointedly.
"Nothing...I swear that to you! I only want to help Zoey...I
wouldn't give a dam about you or Mr. Van Wham if it wasn't for
Zoey.." Karen said darkly. "She is what is important
here."
Charley blinked at the unfamiliar, yet familiar name. The name
of the child in the pictures. The snow white furred human/mouse
with large jade eyes. The nagging in her stomach increased. She
couldn't stand it, she had to ask-- to know. It didn't matter
that she didn't know if she could trust this person. She wished
Vinnie was there, again. Charley took a deep breath.
"Zoey...Doctor Dean I must know is she...is Zoey..."
Charley couldn't finish the question. Half afraid that if she
said it aloud it would make it true.
Karen saw both the fear and hope that it was truth in Charley's
eyes. She wished could take the pain away from her. No woman should
have to go through this. No child should have had to go through
this. Karen sighed and nodded.
"Your daughter." Karen said, with a bittersweet smile.
Her eyes carefully forced on Charley's face. "Yes, Zoey is
your daughter..created through a DNA experiment."
Charley leaned over her legs, her face buried in her hands. She
felt sick. She wanted to scream, cry, and laugh all at once. She
wanted to rush to Zoey and gather her in her arms. Charley let
out a dry sob, before getting control of her rampet emotions.
Karen put a hand on Charley shoulder. She had been pretty sure
Charley suspected, but knew it still had to come as a shock. A
blow.
"It's okay. Cry if you want. Scream if it'll make you feel
better. Punch me if that'll help, probably deserve it." Karen
said softly, the way a mother comforts her child.
Charley looked up at Karen, pushing her brown hair out of her
eyes as she did. The look it Karen's eyes alone told Charley she
was tell the truth. And that Charley could trust her. A mother
would never lie about something like this.
Charley's mind was still spinning from what she had just learned.
Oh God....how could those monsters do this? This is horrible
even for them! I--I have a daughter....I'm a mother.....I am a
mother....
"Zoey's three years old, she'll be four May first."
Karen told Charley, more the shake of saying something than anything.
"I should of told you all this long ago..."
Charley shook her head, cutting Karen off. "You had your
own child to think of--you don--you don't hafta explain yourself
to me."
Karen patted one of Charley's hands that now lay in Charley's
lap.
"Your more forgiving than I would have been, Ms. Davidson.....I
suspect you've guessed the father?" Karen said, quickly getting
back to Zoey.
Charley nodded. "Yes, I think I know....but why did you what
till now to tell me about Zoey? You could have never told and
no one would have known the difference."
"I would have...." Karen took a breath. "I was
afraid before, for both my child and Zoey, but now I have little
choice..." Karen broke off.
"What is it?" Charley asked, almost frantically. Wanting
to know why Karen now had no choice.
"Before I continue...you must promise me you'll help me get
Zoey away from those monsters!!" Karen said, her voice firm.
Charley's eyes darkened. "If you think I'd leave my child
in the hand of those--those----" her voice was pure ice.
"you have another thing coming. I'd get her out with or without
you."
Karen nodded. She liked Charley...she'd make a good mother for
Zoey. A very good mother. I better one than she could have ever
been.
"Good." Karen said. She took another breath, trying
to find her courage. "Since Zoey was born, she has been tested
and experimented upon. Nothing that really caused her any harm
or pain, mind you. Lately these `tests' have become worse and
worse. Since we got this new `doctor' in, not only have the tests
and experiments been more frequent but.......The tests have gotten
to the point wear they cause her serious pain and harm---to the
point where they could kill her. Early today they were sending
electronic pluses through her...a fancy way of saying they were
electrocuting her." She broke of as a strangled gasp-cry
came from Charley.
Karen saw that Charley had her hand pressed over her mouth. Her
eyes were wide in horror. Karen kicked herself for telling her
this so crudely. But she couldn't think of any other way of getting
the point across quickly. Karen didn't have much longer until
she expected back at the labs. The Doctor may of sent her home,
but he'd forget he told her that the second it became inconvent
for him.
"I wish I could tell you this another way.....Earlier today
I overhear the Doctor and Limburger talking about sending Zoey
as gift to a Lord Cabrne. For target practice! I fear for Zoey's
life. We have at the most a week before they send her away. You
were the one person I could think of who could and would help.
You and Mr. Van Wham.." AS she spoke Karen glanced at her
watch. "Oh--Christ--I'm sorry Ms. Davidson...I have to get
back to the lab..or they're KNOW something's up..."
Karen quickly stood, and waved to Grace. "Gracie time to
go, baby!"
Charley looked blankly headed. Karen laid a hand on her shoulder.
Charley blinked and looked up at her.
"I'll get in touch with you has soon as I can..please remember
what I said......"She looked at Charley concerned. "Will
you be all right? I hate to just run off, but I need to get Grace
hone and get back to work..."
Charley nodded. "Yeah--I understand--yeah--" Her voice
was monotone, her gaze blank.
Karen against her better judgment left Charley sitting on the
bench as she rushed to get Grace home. And get back to work while
she still had a job.
The 88' Honda rumbled off, leaving Charley sitting in absolute
stillness and silence. She continued to stare blankly ahead. Her
stomach twisted into tight knots, she felt as if she was on an
out of control roller coaster. Her head was spinning.
It was then that the sound of three familiar motorcycle engines
came to her ears. Seconds later the guys were headed towards the
figure of Charley sitting on the bench. Half way to her Vinnie
called out her name.
"Charley?" Worry and fear twisted in is stomach matching
what Charley was feeling.
Charley looked up from her hands. She saw Vinnie. An instant later
she flew up off the bench. The pent in sobs and cries rose to
the surface.
"Vinne--" She cried, running half-stumbling to him.
Charley threw her arms around Vinnie, with a sob. Holding on like
she'd never let go. Vinnie held her tightly as she sobbed incoherently.
Vinnie felt anger wash over him, only to be replaced by concern
and fear. His fur was becoming damp from her tears.
"Charley--what is it--are you okay--we--I was so worried--"
He whispered to her rocking her gentle. They had both forgotten
about the other two mice. Who stood with both concerned and puzzled
expressions watching the couple.
Charley raised her head a bit to look into Vinnie's beady pink
eyes. Tears ran unchecked over her checks.
"It--i--it--it's--tr-ue---"She sobbed. Her crying became
harder as she buried her face in his soft fur again. "o---h---g-o--go--d---it's---true---"
Vinnie held her tighter, whispering things that made no sense.
"it's---tr--tr--tr--u-u-e---"
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