My Friends The Biker Mice From Mars, Season 2, Volume 2, Chapter 9
My Friends The Biker Mice From Mars, Season 2, Vol 2.
Chapter 9.
Matt and I arrived back from town and entered the house, the guys were all standing there with a worried look on their faces, I scanned the guys with my eyes again, Where is Throttle?.
Me: Ok, what's happened?, where is Throttle?
Modo: As for what's happened, shortly after you and Matt went to town, Throttle jumped onto his bike and tore out of here like his tail was on fire. As to where he is, no one knows.
I turned to Matt, who now had a very uneasy look on his face.
Me: Right Modo, get me Throttle's position from your bike please.
Modo did as he'd been asked.
Modo: He's on the outskirts of town.
Me: Right, you guys stay here in case he returns, Matt, your coming with me.
Matt and I raced out of the house and jumped into his car, we drove to the coordinates that Modo had given us, there in front of us, sat on a large rock, was Throttle. Matt and I exited the car and began to walk toward him, we were mere feet away from him, when Matt looked up and noticed something that looked like a gun being pointed at Throttle from the hedgerow behind the rock. In a split second Matt jumped knocking Throttle to the floor just as the gun fired.
I had now managed to grab hold of the shooter and pulled him form behind the hedgerow. Throttle got up from the floor, a little dazed and shaken.
Throttle: What the hell is the matter with that guy, is it not enough that he argues with me, has he now got to attack me as well?
By now I had spotted Matt lying on the floor, blood was seeping from a bullet wound in his back.
Me: Throttle, it's Matt, he's been shot.
Throttle now came to his senses and realised that Matt hadn't actually attacked him, he'd actually saved his life.
Throttle knelt down at Matt's side, carefully lifting him up into his arms.
Throttle: Hold that guys arms out.
I did as the Admiral asked and he quickly wrapped his tail around the assailants wrists, effectively incarcerating him. We all walked back to Matt's car, I opened the rear door and Throttle lifted the assailant into the back seat still with his tail wrapped around the guys wrists, then Throttle sat on the seat next to him, still cradling Matt's lifeless body in his arms.
Throttle: Daz, take us home, as fast as you like.
I did as Throttle had commanded, we returned home in a matter of minutes. I jumped out of the car and opened the rear door for Throttle, then I ran into the house shouting for the Dr.
after the guys had heard me calling for the Dr, they asked me why I needed the Dr. was it Throttle?, was he hurt?
Me: It's not Throttle that is hurt, It's Matt, he's been shot in the back by the guy that Throttle has hold of.
Throttle released the guys wrists from his tail and left him to the mercy of seven very angry, very large mice. Throttle made his way to Matt's room still carrying Matt in his arms. He was closely flanked by the Dr, Charley, Alteezer, Stanchion, Tribune and Misha.
The guys would make Matt's assailant very sorry that he had hurt one of their bro's and the Dr and the ladies would work on saving Matt's life.
Throttle lay Matt on his bed and then left the room sobbing uncontrollably, I made my way over to him and placed an arm around him offering him not just support but maybe a little comfort to.
Me: Hey now Throttle, you know that Matt's gonna pull through, he may be young and inexperienced, but he's a fighter, a strong fighter at that and I'm sure that he wouldn't want to see you so upset.
Throttle: That's not the point Daz, that bullet had my name on it, Matthew's selfless actions now mean that he's lying on the bed at deaths door instead of me. To think that only a few hours ago we were arguing over something as trivial as music and yet he still took a bullet for me.
Me: You see Throttle, that's what friends and bro's do, they look out for each other. At this moment in time Matt needs you to be strong for him.
Throttle: Oh, I'm gonna be strong alright.
With that Throttle stormed off downstairs to where the rest of the guys were dealing with Matt's attacker.
Throttle: Guys, I'd appreciate it if you would let me finish him off. I owe this guy one, big time.
Throttle finished dealing with Matt's attacker, then me and the guys drove him back to the scene of the shooting and dumped him out of the car.
It had now been six hours since we had brought Matt back to the house with his injuries, but after some skillful work by our friend Dr Osborne, Matt was now out of danger and awake. He asked to speak to Throttle, The Dr called Throttle to the room.
Throttle knelt by the side of Matt's bed and gently held his hand.
Throttle: Hey bro, that was a pretty righteous thing that you did for me by taking that bullet.
Matt: Yeah, tell me about it, I know that we don't always see eye to eye but I want you to know, that if we are ever in the same situation again, I would still stand in the path of the bullet.
When Throttle heard Matt's heartfelt words, he began to sob again.
Throttle: I owe you one for saving my life, and I vow never to forget that, my life belongs to you, my brother.
The sound of Throttle calling him brother, gave Matt a warm tingly feeling all over, then deciding that there was way to much emotion in the room, Matt decided to throw in a bit of humour.
Matt: You know Throttle, Within Temptation are still this best band by far.
Throttle chuckled at Matt, even though he had suffered a serious injury, he still had his sense of humour. For his cheek, Matt received a gentle thump on the arm, from one very grateful mouse, Admiral Throttle.
A month has passed since that faithful day, Matt is now almost fully recovered from his injuries. It was now time for a ceremony, however, this would be a surprise ceremony, which everybody bar the intended guest of honour, knew about.
All Matt knew about today was that he was to dress in his Martian dress uniform and make his way to a gathering out in the courtyard. Still a little in the dark, Matt honourably complied with the instruction and now found himself sat in amongst his bro's.
Admiral Throttle and Admiral Carbine took to the podium and Throttle began to speak.
Throttle: Thank you all for attending this ceremony, I know that some of you are a little unsure of what you are doing here, and for that I apologise. We are gathered here today to reward someone who has acted above and beyond the call of duty, he took a bullet that was meant for me, it very nearly ended his life. If it hadn't been for his quick reactions, you would be holding a funeral and a promotion ceremony, the funeral would have been mine. It now gives me great pleasure to ask Matthew Bond to come forward and accept his reward.
Matt could not believe his ears, he was being rewarded for something that he would have done naturally, even so, Matt made his way to the podium amidst loud cheers and applause. Admiral Carbine pinned a medal onto Matt's tunic, it was the medal for gallantry and honour, the Martian equivalent of the George Cross. There was one more part to the ceremony, Throttle continued.
Throttle: Matthew Bond, you are here by accepted into the ranks of the Biker Mice as a One Star General.
Matt now felt a huge lump form in his throat and tears were starting to fall, he quickly wiped them away, Biker Mice do not cry, that would be a sign of weakness, he thought, Throttle caught him wiping the tears away and stood before him.
Throttle: Matt, why do you wipe away your tears?
Matt: Well I'm a member of the Biker Mice now and everyone knows that Biker Mice don't cry.
Throttle: Let me tell you General, Biker Mice do cry, it is not a sign of weakness, it is a sign of pride and humanity. You have earned those tears, and I for one am proud to call you brother. Oh but just one thing, Metalicrash would whip the tails of Within Temptation any day.
And so began another argument, but unlike the first time they had argued over this contentious issue, this time they would merely agree to disagree.
As was usual for a ceremony such as this, Daniel the cook had prepared a 'show stopper' celebration meal, which left Throttle with one last thing to say.
Throttle: Let the party begin, you are all DISMISSED.