I’m back to the fiction board with my latest! Another Cars one. I’ll give you a quick run-down and then jump right into the first chapter. So, this is a short fic set after the first movie and I’m telling you now, if you have read my other work then you will be surprised. This is unlike anything I’ve written so far. I chose to work with humanized characters, first person point of view and present tense. Different subject matter and a very different style to it as well. I like trying new things and while this isn’t my favourite way to write I thought it was a good challenge to take on. With that said, if you enjoyed my previous work and not this then I will totally understand. Quick description of the plot…not much I can say without spoiling most of the story. You basically just have to read it and see where it goes! Let’s get started!
My heart stops as I squint into the sunlight. My eyes glue onto the jumbo-tron television and I watch McQueen’s car flip out of the corner and towards the grass. It twists and turns so many times I swear it will never stop, and with every impact to the ground I gasp and cringe.
When the race car stops rolling, it’s lying roof down. The smoke rises out of it, creating a sheath around it that blocks any sight of the car. My knees turn weak and I feel Sarge’s strong hands bracing my shoulders to keep me upright on trembling legs. There’s so much noise all around me in the pits, though I hear it, I don’t listen. All I can think about is my boyfriend in that beaten and battered car.
My entire body shakes as I watch the rescue crew race out towards the flaming vehicle. The grandstands are ominously quiet for a crowd of over 150,000 fans. I see people sobbing and a small family with their heads bowed in prayer. My heart aches upon the sight, and I can only hope that whatever God they are praying to will bless their souls. I’d say a prayer if I could, but I’m speechless. I can’t find a single word until Doc brings me back into reality.
He leaps from his podium and tosses aside the headset from his peppered hair. He grips my forearm with such strength that I meet his blue eyes with alarm.
He drags me forcefully in the direction of the pit area exit, leaving the others behind us.
“Doc?! Doc! Stop! Where are we going? Lightning-,” I cry out with fear and confusion.
“We’re not letting that ambulance leave without us!” he yells back as I continue to trip clumsily in attempt to keep up.
“Wh-what about Mater?” I protest, looking quickly over my shoulder. The team is already lost in the folds of swarming people.
“No, he can’t handle this,” Doc pauses outside a gate and places both hands on my arms. He searches my face for a minute, then tells me, “Be brave, Sally.”
Inside the jolting ambulance, both Doc and I sit solemnly. Lightning lies still on the stretcher between us. His short, dark brown hair is mussed and a mask is strapped over his nose and mouth. The brilliant blue eyes I love so much are sunken in his swarthy skin behind closed lids.
I reach for his cold hand and intertwine my fingers with his; I press my warm palm to his flesh. I squeeze tightly and look up to Doc who is resting a hand on Lightning’s shoulder. I slowly read the truth from his eyes; this is the end.
K, I know the first chapter is extremely short, but they do get longer! Not a whole lot, but longer than this. Oh, and POV means 'point of view' just in case anyone was wondering. :laughing: *starts sweating nervously* It's always a bit nerve-wracking putting out a new piece, but let me know what you thought and if there is any interest in reading more. Thanks so much. :slight_smile: