Encounter

Disclaimer:- The Biker Mice don’t belong to this author, and no money whatsoever can be made from this story. This story is a purely fictional piece, written in a moment of madness.

Also, this is my first fanfic ever, but don’t hesitate to tell me if it sucks. I hope at least some of you lovely people like it.

P.S. It’s really quite long, and taking a long time to get out of my head and on paper, so I apologise if a lot of it makes no sense.

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I sighed as I leaned my head against the cold, damp wall. How did I manage to get into this mess? Not for the first time I wondered. And, more importantly, how do I get out of it? I was far too tired and sore to even think about putting a plan into action, so instead I went back over my day, trying to see if there had been anything, even the slightest hint of the horror that was to follow. I couldn’t think of anything. Fear getting the better of me, I tried thinking back to previous days, years, even – but all that was in my mind was darkness. I suddenly panicked Why can’t I remember anything? I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a clanging from somewhere down the dark corridor. Shit, not again! I shrank against the corner, listening to the sound coming closer. Another noise, one I couldn’t place, and the clanging stopped. Running footsteps, loud bangs, and shaking walls. I saw several pieces of rubble fall from the already crumbling ceiling. A loud rumble and another bang, this time louder… and miracle of miracles, part of the wall crumbled away, leaving a small opening. This is my chance! Time to get out of this hell-hole! I ran to the small hole, scrabbling to move the loose bricks surrounding it. Ignoring my aches and pains, I climbed through the hole, hoping to see civilization. I nearly cried in frustration when my brain finally processed what I was seeing. There was nothing but miles upon miles of desert. Well, I suppose anything’s better than here. Gathering up my last ounce of courage, I started walking into the desert; hoping no-one would spot me.

By the time night fell, I had found a small formation of rocks. I say small, which they were in comparison to the ones I had seen in the horizon before it had gotten too dark to see far, but they were large enough to hide me, and I sank down behind it, glad for the seat. I was tired, sore, hungry, and my head was aching from dehydration. I thought I would never sleep, due to the discomfort of the hard ground and sharp rocks, but I was asleep within minutes. I awoke several times during the night, screaming and shivering from a nightmare-induced cold sweat. Confusion also reigned as I couldn’t tell if the dreams I was having were just dreams, or if they were actually memories.
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw three silhouettes above me. I figured I was probably still dreaming, so I turned over and closed my eyes again. I groaned as I felt something push my shoulder, but I didn’t move. I finally sat up when my shoulder was shaken very roughly. I squinted in the sunlight, but I couldn’t make out any figures - just a dark blur. These were obviously people, but I couldn’t be bothered. All my remaining energy had been taken from me during my long walk through the desert. One of them spoke, he had a lovely voice; deep, husky and really quite sultry. I didn’t understand a word he said, but I was enjoying listening to his voice. “Great! If I’m in a desert, he must be Arabian or something, and probably doesn’t understand a word of English.” I thought. I stood up, and the three people stepped back. Two of them were shouting now, although I noticed through the haze of my confused mind, the one with the nice voice stayed silent. I tried to take a step forward, but instead I swayed uncontrollably. I felt something soft but solid wrap around my waist and then I succumbed to darkness.

The next time I opened my eyes, a sickening, stabbing pain quickly made me shut them again. Wherever I was, it was much too bright. Strangely though, I didn’t feel hungry or thirsty anymore. Just infinitely tired. I tried rolling over onto my side, which was when I noticed I couldn’t move my arms or legs. They were strapped down. I groaned as I concentrated on not panicking. Just as I thought I had managed to control my fear, I heard voices quite near. I opened my eyes just enough to get used to the light before opening them fully. My eyes nearly dropped out of my head when I realised what I was seeing. I was in a white room, with what looked like surgical equipment, strapped to a bed and standing in the corner huddled in a group were five giant mice. Mice! Fear overrode what little control I had managed to gain, and I started struggling against my bonds; desperately trying to break them so I could get away from this terrifying place. Seems they’d misjudged my strength as I managed to rip one of my arms free. They started running over at this point, and I started swinging my free arm wildly, hitting everything that came in its path. “Zorfa!” someone shouted, startling me into looking in its direction. Thankfully the others seemed just as startled, as they backed away a little. “Zorfa! Geh delianna sveros?” Nope, not a word of English, but I had the feeling it wasn’t pleased with what was going on. It started walking over to me – the other mice still backing away – all the while staring deep into my eyes. I started trembling, I mean, this is a mouse over 6 feet tall, and could probably kill me as soon as look at me! But for some reason, I felt like I couldn’t move a muscle. It was like it had hypnotised me with its gaze. It stood right next to me, brushed its fingertips across my forehead and then said, “Hey, my name’s Stoker.” I gasped in amazement – it could speak English! “Oh, and I’m a guy. You can stop calling me ‘it’”
“How the hell did you know what I was thinking?” I whispered hoarsely. He laughed and said; “Wouldn’t you like to know. But I’m not here to answer your questions. You’re here to answer mine. Now. What’s your name?”
I thought for a moment, but nothing came to mind ~ how come I can’t remember my own name? “Ummm, I don’t know.”
“Come on, kiddo. I’m only going to ask you one more time. What is your name?” He sounded really dangerous now, but what could I tell him? I don’t remember my name. How stupid does that sound? Hell, I wouldn’t believe me! Desperately I tried to think of what my name could be. I sighed and mumbled, “I don’t remember.”
“Fine. We’ll get back to that later.” He narrowed his eyes “How did you get here?”
I rolled my eyes “Where’s ‘here’?”
“You want to play that game, huh? Aright, I’ll bite. Yer on Mars. Now how did you get here?”
“Mars?! Nah, I see what this is. I’m really in Nevada or someplace, right? You people are just dressed up as mice to freak me out. That’s it! So what did you drug me with, so’s I can’t remember anything? And who paid you to do it?” Unfortunately he looked about as confused as I felt. “You’re not dressed up?” I asked in a small voice. “Noooo. Look.” He pulled at his hair and face. Nothing moved like it was fake. Either he was wearing a VERY good costume or… “You’re real?! Holy shit, this is not happening!” I started clawing at my bound arm, trying to undo the buckle. Stoker noticed and grabbed my arm. “Enough!” He shouted. He turned his attention to the other mice and said something in (I can’t believe I’m saying this) Martian. One of the mice jumped up and ran over with a needle. “No!” I cried as the mouse plunged the needle in my arm. I struggled for another minute as I felt my energy seeping away. I closed my eyes. Ahhh, we meet again, darkness, my old friend…

I’m dreaming again. It’s the dream I had out by the rock. I’m running as fast as I can through a forest. The only thought playing in my mind like it’s on a loop “I can’t let them catch me. I can’t let them catch me” I hear breathing from not far behind, laser-fire burning through the undergrowth beside me as I run. “I can’t let them catch me.” The breathing getting closer, I feel my lungs screaming in desperation as I continue running at full tilt, the branches tearing at my skin as though they, too, want to catch me. I finally see a clearing up ahead; my heart leaps as I push on in a final burst of speed. My foot catches on something and the ground opens up to reveal a deep pit that’s too close to avoid. I fall down, down. Seems like I’ll never hit the bottom. I do, though, with a resounding thud; the air squeezing out of my chest as I lie there. In the eerie forest silence I hear an evil laugh and a wheezy voice saying, “You’re mine now. Mine to do whatever I think of, and there’s nothing you can do” bright light obliterates my vision, and all I can hear is the high, whine and buzz of a drill or a saw coming closer, closer, “NOOO!!” I’m being shaken like a rag-doll and still I scream… “Wake up! It’s ok, you’re just dreaming. C’mon, wake up already!” I opened my eyes, totally confused, looking around quickly expecting to see…what? Who were the mysterious them that I was running away from? I looked directly in front of me to see a large tawny mouse holding me, concern etched on his furry features. “Are you ok now?” That sultry voice from the desert, but can I trust him? “Hey, I said are you ok?”
“Uhh, yeah. Sorry.” I said, suddenly embarrassed at my outburst.
“Hey now, nothin’ to be sorry about. You hungry? Thirsty? I can’t let ya leave the room, but I can go get somethin’ for ya.” He said moving his head so he could maintain eye-contact. I smile sheepishly “That’d be great, I am kinda thirsty.”
“Cool.” He said, smiling “I’ll be right back” He started walking towards the door, but paused just before he opened it “Oh, is root beer alright for ya? ‘Cause it’s either that or water.”
“Root beer’s fine.” I said while plastering on my ickiest smile God, I wish he’d just go already, I don’t want all this attention “Well, uh, don’t go anywhere” He said, smiling as he walked out the door. Yeah right, like I’m not chained to the bed, or anything. Could just walk outta here anytime I like. I smirked to myself. I wish I can remember who I am, where I’m from; anything. I wish I knew if I can trust these people – if you can call them people. Maybe if I just play along for a bit, I’ll find out more about this place. Maybe I’ll even find a way to get back to Earth, I mean they are Martians, right? So they’re bound to have the technology…duh, it’ll all be written in Martian. I’ll never get home if I keep thinking like this.