WIP/DRABBLE: The Trout
A stupid drabble I came up with after staying awake until 3 am. Will probably never be finished
"I know you did it, you fucking rat-traitor..." Throttle said; he was currently in a beaten up leather chair; his vest destroyed from fights with way too many goons to count. "So what if I did?" Came the slick, sarcastic voice from the darkness. "Not like you have any proof you could use against me... You ever wonder why all of your recorders broke when you tried spying on me?" White teeth lit up in the darkness, in a truly terrifying grin as his enemy stepped forward just enough to be visible; his eyes glowing in sadistic glee as his ruddy fur became a blood red halo around his body. "You boys need to step up your game... I could spot you a mile off."
Throttle growled at that; 3 months of observations, stake-outs and some truly McGyver-esque trickery had almost been for naught; the gears turning inside his head. "Then why didn't you set the wheels in motion earlier?" Mace's grin grew even more evil. "I love fucking with your head... Especially since I knew you boys had an elaborate scheme to take me down... I knew you'd follow me; you thought I was planning with Limburger... going to use one of his idiotic schemes to try and topple you, but no..." Mace sighed, getting giddy with joy. "All of those were too simple... too blunt for my tastes..."
"What the fuck are you going on about, Mace?!" Throttle snarled; standing up from his seat, only to be forced back down by one of the rat's flunkies. "You have me in here; my bros are probably watching from somewhere in this place. Your tail is toasted, and as far as I can tell; you have no way out." Throttle smirked slightly, his mind telling him he'd won... as far as he'd thought out.
The slow, ascending laugh sent chills up Throttle's spine as Mace slowly sauntered forward. "Oh my poor, sweet deluded Throttle..." A rough, weathered hand slowly crept out to caress the tan mouse's muzzle almost lovingly before the claws left the lightest of cuts in Throttle's flesh. "You have no idea what kind of position you're in for me now... You and your bros are exactly where I want you..."
Two pairs of ears perked at the sound of a vicious fight coming from above and to the right of the room the duo were in. With an almighty crash; something very big fell through the giant glass skylight and crashed onto the floor, directly in front of the tan male; the loud thunk of a door from the right occurring seconds later as the white mouse was dumped unceremoniously on the floor next to his two bros.
Throttle's eyes went wide in shock as he took in the scene around him; his two best bros lying broken and battered before him; no bikes, no weapons and very badly bruised. The fights the two had faced had clearly been intense, and obviously against a force that couldn't possibly be taken on alone. "Mace, you fucking bastard; wha-"
His snarled question was cut off by a very loud, unconscious yelp as a very large, and very thick, meathook had been plunged into his left shoulder as he was yanked off the chair and was left to dangle a foot off the ground; Mace's maniacal laughter ringing in his ears as his bros watched in horror as their leader dangled before them; unable to do anything thanks to their injuries; loud snarls, growls and snorts of pain coming from their tan bro as he dangled and swayed; the hook slowly carving its way through his flesh.
"Now that's the music I've been waiting for... That sweet symphony the body can only make... when mass pain is induced...." Mace snickered darkly as his flunkies dragged Vinnie and Modo away, letting them watch what Mace would do next. The rust-furred rat grinned evilly as he gently tugged on Throttle's tail, forcing the hook deeper into his flesh; almost certain the hook was neatly curled around his collar-bone; his theory confirmed when the tip of the hook burst its way out of his flesh; the obvious bone between the point and the shank of the hook. "This... is going to be fun..."