Blood Ties
Part 10
By Hayden Davidson
Disclaimer: Yes this is short but I wanted to get you guys something before I left. standard disclaimer applies. Dam, I’m gonna miss you guess..though I’ll only be gone a little bit I won’t be able to be on as much! *sniff* I promise part 11 will be very long and out before labor day (I hope).
The morning sun poured into the small kitchen at the Last Chance Garage, giving the cramped and threadbare room a more cheerful look. The most modern thing in the kitchen was the new fridge, Charley’s old one having gone up a month or two back. Under the old sink was a dish washer, which hadn’t worked since a certain mouse had put his boots in it. Faded yellow wallpaper and tile did little to lighten the room, which had only one window. But cheerful was the last thing a certain very tired Martian mouse felt as he sat a the battered wooden table. A mug of black coffee sat in front of him, a very strange thing for a mouse who never drank anything but rootbeer. The tan furred leader of the group eyed his younger bro. with concern.
“Dam bro. you look like hell,” Throttle said looking at his white furred bud, sitting across the table from him. Man I’ve never seen Vinnie look so..so..old..
Vinnie looked up from his coffee and at his bro. He grunted in response. Throttle you don’t know the half of it.
Modo tired to lighten the mood a bit. “Come on bro., what S’matter? Charley keep you up?” He grinned at Vinnie. Hoping Vinnie would go into his macho mouse mode, and say something Vinnieish. Like ‘dam straight bro.’. But Vinnie didn’t even seem to hear him. Limburger’s gonna pay for doing this to my bro. and Charley!! And I’m gonna owe Karbunkle double pay back for this!!
The three sat in silence, no one even bothering to turn on a radio. Vinnie sat staring into the black liquid in the mug before, his eyes blank and empty. He had decide what to do. Him and Charley had agreed, that they wouldn’t tell Throttle and Modo about the meeting with Karen unless Vinnie wanted to. One part screamed at him to tell and the other told him to meet this woman first. What if Throttle was right and this is trap...what right do I have to endanger them cuz I can’t get that kid out of my head? Modo and Throttle exchanged glances several times, they had never seen their bro. like this.
Charley entered the room looking just as bad as Vinnie if not worse. Her eyes were tired and weary with strain. Dark purple exhaustion circled under her eyes. She tried to smile but failed. And though she had washed her face several times, the path of dried tears could be seen on her face.
“Charley-ma’am, are you okay?” Modo, ever the gentleman, as he jumped up to pull a chair out for the exhausted human.
“I’ve been better, Modo. I’ve been better,” Charley sighed. You’d better believe it. I should have gotten the license plate number if that truck that hit me. Man what a headache!
Vinnie, without being, asked rose and went to get a cup of coffee for his girl. Something very out of character for Vinnie. Handing her the mug, she smiled in thanks. Looking into her upturned eyes Vinnie felt the crushing ache in his chest. I wish I could spare her all this.... He sat down in the chair next to her and griped her hand under the table.
It wasn’t till that point did Throttle fully realize how much this was affecting them or how much they truly loved each other. He almost felt jealous. I don’t think Carbine has ever look at me like that......Jezz Throttle forget her. Yer bro. needs you. Your the leader and so far all you’ve able to say is are you okay? Come on man, think. If this all isn’t just some screwed up trick of Limburger’s, there is a little girl who desperately needs our help...poor kid.
“Okay Vincent, spill it,” was all Throttle said.
Charley squeezed Vinnie’s hand under the table. The look in her eyes was all he needed. Taking a deep breath, he told his bros.--his family--about the phone call from the now famous (at least to them) Dr. Karen Dean.
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