Ok, I might not update for a while because the next chapter is gonna be longer so..yea.

I DO NOT own cars, I do own Kim McQueen and Jerry Smith.

Lightning awoke to a shrill scream; he jolted awake, springing from his bed to the kitchen of his small house. He thought he heard it coming from here, or was it his imagination? Just his mind playing tricks with him like it has been lately? But that scream, it sounded so real, so vibrant. Wait, there it was again!

Then it came again, "LIGHTNING!" It came from the garage, he bolted to the garage door. That voice sounded so familiar…

"BANG!" the sound of a….no, it couldn't be a...GUNSHOT!

He opened the door expecting the worst; peering into the darkness he could only see the outline of a body.

It was then he realized, it was his SISTERS body…

She had a bullet hole in her chest, blood was everywhere.

"KIM! KIMBERLY! Come on, ANSWER ME!" He sobbed next to his sister, pressing his hands against her wound, trying to prevent anymore blood flowing out.

The body stirred, she half opened her eyes and looked at him her iridescent blue eyes had a great amount of fear in them.

"Wheels, y-you n-need to go, before he g-gets you too." And with that she closed her eyes, and her breathing stopped. Lightning no longer felt her heart beat where his hand was placed on her chest.

"Kim! KIM! Who's he?" as he fought to stay in control of his emotions as he suddenly realized who "he" was.

He heard a click behind him, his face drained of blood. He turned around with a ghostly expression to face who he'd been running from, since he was seventeen. And as he expected, he was staring right at a rifle, aimed at his head. The man holding the device was about 3 inches taller than Lightning. Dusty blonde with cold, unforgiving hazel eyes.

"Hello Crash, remember me?" and with that he pulled the trigger.

WAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger, I'll try not to leave you hanging for too long PLEASE REVIEW!!!