a love thought impossible
a love thought impossible
A love thought impossible.
Throttle was currently alone down in Limburger's
dungeon, but not as a prisoner. He had chased some of
Limburger's henchmen down there, but he was giving
them a serious beating.
As quickly as it started, it stopped. The henchmen
were defeated.
Throttle looked around. He didn't like this place.
It reminded him of his and his brother's capture. He
started his bike and was about to leave the place,
when suddenly a smell caught his attention.
It was the smell of urine, fear, old blood and worst
of all, of Karbunkle.
Suddenly a beeping interrupted his thoughts.
"Throttle, where are you? Modo and I are ready to go
home to Charly," Vinnie said. "Stroker and Carbine are
visiting."
"I know, but I have got the smell of something alive
down here," he answered.
"Where are you?" Vinnie asked.
"The dungeon," he replied. Vinnie grew silent. "I'm
going to go check it out."
Throttle got off his bike and moved over to the cell
where the smell came from. In one swift move, he
knocked the door down.
There on the floor lay a teenager who didn't look more
than thirteen years old. He had ebony black hair and a
lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
When Throttle walked over and put his hand on the
boy's shoulder, he opened his eyes. Throttle saw the
most brilliant emerald eyes he had ever seen.
Then he noticed that the boy was trying to get away
from him.
"I won't hurt you," he said to the boy. "I'll get you
out of here." The boy stopped and looked up at him and
said one word.
"Harry."
"Your name is Harry?" Throttle asked before lifting
him up in his arms. Harry just nodded and fell
asleep.
Throttle smelled him again. There was no mistake here
- this boy Harry had been used by Karbunkle in one of
his crazy experiments.
But for what purpose?
He strode over to his bike and sat on it with Harry
cradled to his chest. Starting the bike, he drove up
to where he knew Modo and Vinnie were.
When he came to the lobby, Vinnie and Modo was there.
"Oh shit, he looks like he has been through hell and
back," Vinnie said when he saw Harry.
"He has," Throttle said "Karbunkle has been using him
in his experiments."
Both Vinnie and Modo's eyes went wide upon hearing
that.
"Poor fellow," they both said. Modo reached out with
his hand and tenderly stroked Harry's chin. Harry
woke with a little frightened yelp.
"Calm down," Throttle said "Nobody here is going to
hurt you. This is Modo, a friend of mine."
"That is Vinnie," he said and pointed to Vinnie.
Vinnie smiled.
"And my name is Throttle."
Harry looked around at them, frightened but curious
eyes finally his eyes rested on Throttle and he smiled
faintly.
"I'll contact Carbine," Modo said "to inform them
about the situation."
"Yes do that," Throttle said. To Harry he said "don't
worry, he is our friends."
Harry just went back to sleep after that.
"Modo to Carbine, answer me." Modo said to his radio.
"What is the hurry Modo?" Carbin's voice sounded.
"Karbunkle had a new victim to experiment on" Modo
answered.
"What?" came both Stroker and Carbine's voices through
the radio.
"Looks like DNA testing." Modo said sadly.
"Oh my God," Stroker said. "So can we expect a lot of
things if he survives the changes?"
"He has to, he just has to," Vinnie said. "He doesn't
look like he's more than 13 years old."
"Oh my," Stroker said. "I will set up an IV, heart
monitor and a respirator."
Charlie's voice could be heard in the background. "Has
something happened to the boys? They have all that on
you spacecraft."
Then the connection was cut off.
"Darn, now Charlie thinks something has happened to one
of us," Vinnie said.
"Yes but the others will tell her what has happened,"
Modo said to him.
Throttle just drove in silence. Once in a while, he
would look down at the boy cradled to his chest. They
weren't far from Charly's place.
None of them noticed the snow white owl that was
following them.