A/N: This fic is partly based of the film: 'Maximum overdrive' but with a few differences, just thought I'd tell you guys.
The city of Townsville had been under a constant torrential rain storm for 3 days straight. Lighting tore across the sky and thunder roared violently. At the Utonium house-hold, the Powerpuff girls were watching a weather report on the TV with glum looks. "Forecasters predict that more stormy weather is to come this weekend folks, schools and kinder-gardens in the Townsville area have been closed down in fear of storm damage risk." the news announcer presented. Buttercup, the green eyed girl of the Powerpuff girls just groaned. "More stormy weather, what's mother nature so ticked off about anyway?" She complained. "She probably just wants to clean up crime herself Buttercup, no criminal activity since this storm started." Blossom suggested. She was the pink eyed girl with a huge bow in her hair.
"Now for some weirder stuff folks, it appears the phrase: 'lightning never strikes twice' doesn't apply to some of the strikes recorded here in Townsville, this video is a time lapse of lightning hitting a multi story parking lot." This caught the girls full attention, the video was security camera footage of roughly 50 lightning strikes all hitting the same spot in the lot: the dead centre. "The odds of what you have just seen are so ridiculously tiny, that its almost impossible to happen again...but it has...this time in a truck stop 2 miles from Townsville." Again 50 odd lightning strikes in the exact centre of the truck stop.
"What do you reckon it is Blossom?" Bubbles, the blond, baby blue eyed girl asked. Blossom just pursed her lips and shook her head. "No idea, probably either a complete fluke...or something's going on." She stated. "But we can't do anything in this storm anyway so it'll have to wait." The TV then went back to the regularly scheduled program.
Several days later
The girls were now on patrol, flying through the cloudy skies above the city. They then caught sight of a gateway car running from the cops. "Should we help them out Blossom?" Bubbles asked. "Lets watch what happens first, I don't want to make the cops look bad." Blossom stated. The girls then flew above the chase scene, keeping an eye on the criminals who hadn't seen them yet. They were too busy firing their guns on the cops. "Drive faster man!" one gunner yelled to the driver. "I can't go any faster its a diesel!" the driver retorted. "Well at least we don't need to worry about fuel consumption!" the other gunner stated sarcastically.
Further down the road.
A semi-truck towing a tanker full of Styrene was rolling smoothly down the road, it was one of the trucks in the truck stop that had been hit by the freak lightning, the driver was a typical trucker: slightly over weight, a sun burned left arm from leaning it outside the window and a piece of straw in his mouth. He also had a skinny, buck toothed red-necked man in the passenger seat next to him "That was some weird lightnin a few days ago Bob." the skinny guy said in a thick Texas accent. The driver just chuckled. "It sure was Frank, I ain't never seen that many strikes in one spot before." he replied in the same accent. "Lucky our 'ere ride didn't get fried by it." Frank then said, slapping the dashboard. "Lucky indeed Frank." Bob agreed patting the out of the drivers door.
Just then both men could hear the unmistakable sound of police sirens. "You hear that?" Frank asked. "Its the cops! We better pull over!" he then tried to turn the wheel to allow the squad cars to pass, but it wouldn't budge. "What the 'ell? The wheel's jammed!" Bob cried. He pulled harder and harder on the wheel, but it was stuck fast. "Uh...Bob? I thought we were stoppin?" Frank asked. "Of course we are Frank! Why do ya think I'm tuggin on this darn thing?" Bob snapped. "Then why are we goin' fasta?"
Bob then looked up at the dashboard, sure enough the speedo was indicating an increase in speed. "Are the brakes busted too?" Bob asked out loud. Almost as if to answer him the truck then seemed to take off like rocket down the road, the two Texan men were pressed into their seats like astronauts in launch, then their faces twisted into looks of pure terror as they remembered what their vehicle was carrying. "WE'RE GONNA DIE!" They both yelled together.
Back at the pursuit.
The criminals were still putting up a long chase, their guns were out of ammo so their was little to fear as the cops moved in for a PIT manoeuvre. But then some grim news came over the radio: "All units in the chase by advised: you may have a potential 5-0-2 further up your road." The communications officer announced. The girls had heard the call with their super hearing. "Blossom what's a 502?" Buttercup asked. "Its actually just 5-0-2 Buttercup and it mean: 'intoxicated driver' I'm gonna take a look, you guys stay on the gateways." Blossom then flew ahead. After just a few seconds of fast flying she saw which vehicle was the 5-0-2: a speeding semi-truck with a tanker.
She then flew down to fly alongside the large vehicle, she looked inside and saw that the two men inside were pressed back in their seats and that the driver was trying to reach for the steering wheel. "He isn't Driving Under the Influence! This thing is out of control!" Blossom yelled. She then tore off the passenger's door. "Come on guys! Im getting you out of here!" She told them. "You don't need ta tell us twice Blossom!" Frank agreed. Blossom then took him out the truck and put him at a nearby gas station before going back for Bob. She tore the drivers door off and pulled Bob out the truck. "Aw thanks Blossom, I thought we we're goners!" Bob said in relief. "Why? What's in that tanker?" Blossom asked. "Its Styrene Blossom! You need to stop that truck!" Blossom didn't stop to think twice, she quickly put Bob with Frank and took off after the now unmanned truck. She landed a few hundred metres from the truck and braced herself. "Bring it bad boy!" she whispered under her breath.
But then instead of staying on course the truck swerved to avoid her as if it still had a driver. "What the...?" she was too stunned to speak. The truck then veered through the concrete centre divider and oncoming traffic, panicking drivers made unsafe turns off the road to avoid the metal behemoth as it pounded at unreal speed for a vehicle its size. "This thing just went from 5-0-2 to 2-4-5!" Blossom though giving chase. (2-4-5 being assault with a deadly weapon) The truck was heading straight for the gateway car she was tailing earlier. The criminals were too focused on the cops to see the renegade truck heading straight for them down their road, until it was too late. "OH SHIIIIIIT!" the criminals tried to swerve to avoid the truck but ended up getting side-swept by the massive vehicle.
"Blossom what's going on with this crazy guy?" Buttercup demanded. "Its not the driver because there is none" Blossom stated. "I saved the drive because I thought the brakes had failed, but that truck avoided me by itself." her sisters eyes went wide as moons. "You mean its alive?" Bubbles asked. "Yes, theirs no other explanation." Blossom confirmed. "Its also highly dangerous since that thing is hauling Styrene, one of the worlds most dangerous industrial chemicals." Blossom continued. "Then come on, lets stop this over sized tin can!" Buttercup yelled and then applied the same tactic Blossom did earlier. Again the truck swerved to avoid her, but Buttercup was ready for that and zipped back in front of the vehicle. The truck didn't have enough time to move this time and slammed straight into Buttercup. Its tanker flew right off its catch and into the air from the inertia of the crash. But Blossom and Bubbles both caught it and put it gently back on the ground.
Now that the truck was relieved of its explosive cargo Buttercup flipped it onto its back so it couldn't move. Its wheels spun almost in a helpless fashion. "What the heck is going on here?" Buttercup asked looking the the living truck with caution. "Not sure Buttercup, but we're gonna find out."