Hey there! ShellShellRockzz here and I just wanted to see what it would be like to try and write a story on this site. Yes, there is a few fancharacters. Yes, I know plenty of other people do CARS stories where they have an OC meeting the town. But really, I could care less. This is more for me to see if I can actually do some sort of writing.

I don't really want to spoil anything, but there will be a few couples, swearing, and French (Which will be translated at the bottom of every chapter). Please, no flames. If you're just going to flame, why read the story in the first place? Seriously.

ANYWAYS! I do NOT own CARS or any of the character. However, I do own the plot and my OC's.

Fear.

Funny how that word can mean so many different things. Fear could be a razor, or dust, or even being in the dark. Right now though, the only fear the Pale Pink Bugatti Veyron felt was the fear of death. To be more specific, the fear of her own death. Which she knew well would end up being messing and digusting.

Hastily driving down the road, Stacie Lynne SkyDrive easily maxed out the speed limit. The last sign she saw read '45 MPH', yet she knew she was going well beyond that. 68 to 74 seemed to be more of a good estimate of her speed.

Dodging several different cars, all of whom spat dirty comments at her for being such a hazard, seemed to make her less worried. Not because she thought they were nice or anything, just because she knew Thorne couldn't menouver like she could. Seeing a turn off that didn't seem all that used at the moment, Stacie took her chance and took the turn, looking back to see if she was still followed. Seeing no one, she smiled and closed her eyes for a minute, glad to be out of danger at the moment.

Reopening her lavender eyes, she noticed that the route seemed rather dark. There were no other headlights, nor were there any streetlights. Looking around and seeing no one at all, she switched off her lights and continued to drive, but at a much more easy pace.

Thoughts raced through her head. Was her mother alright? Did Thorne keep his word? Was he going to search for her no matter where she went? And... Where was she headed?

Shaking her hood, Stacie looked around. A look of sadness mixed with fear and betrayel in her eyes.

Desert and an empty road. Great.

Rather hoping someone else was on the road ahead of her somewhere, she sped up to see. It wasn't really fast, but a cruise for her (And her family). Seeing no one, a huff left her lips. Boredom hit her hard in the windshield as she aimlessly cruised down the road.

Tempted to go back to the high way to find a better way to get away from her attacker, Stacie laughed softly to herself at the thought. He would find her, and no doubt kill her. No, wait. He didn't want to kill her; he wanted her to be tortured.

Shivering, she noticed a few lights up ahead. Blinking, a smile immediately broke out on her bumper as she sped up. Chrysler was she glad to see some sort of town! 'It must have a motel since it's the only place around... I don't have to sleep outside again!'

Her thoughts raced as she sped up. A hopeful look in her eyes as she drove closer to the town. Seeing a darkened sign to her right, Stacie blinked. Clicking on her headlights, she looked up at the sign.

WELCOME, TO RADIATOR SPRINGS!

'Radiator Springs..? Didn't Mum say something about visiting this place once in the past? Eh, doesn't matter now.' Shaking her hood, she kept her headlights on and cruised toward the town. From where she was as she was driving, the young car took note that it seemed that the town was either A) Closing up because of the time. Or B) A really, really, really small town.

A little annoyed that this town might have been more of a simple stop to get gas and drive off again, Stacie closed her eyes and thought. 'Mum always taught you that if you get one thing, but expected something else, be happy you got anything at all. I guess I should be happy I can get something to fill me up... and a snack for the road.'

Seeing neon lights approaching her as she got closer to the town, she flicked off her headlights and relaxed. It wasn't a town that one would gawk at and stay there for years and years and years on end because of the view, but it was still nice. Flicking her lavender gaze to her right, she saw what seemed to be a tent that one would see in the sixties or seventies. Surprised, she looked at the building next to it, which seemed to be a Military Surplus store. 'Semble comme a... type mixte de la ville.'

Looking to her left, the first thing she saw was a rather tall safety cone. Blinking at him, Stacie chuckled to herself and shook her head and murmured under her breath. "A mixed town it is indeed..."

Driving a little farther, Stacie was relieved to see a Café. Driving over to it, she settled into one of the corner booths that sat in the shadows. 'Funny... I'm so terrified of Thorne, and he's darkness... but I love sitting in shadows, watching... I'm turning into my worst enemy.'

Leaning on her left, a soft sigh of relief slipped from her lips. Looking around, she only saw one other car, which seemed to be an older show car. 'Mum was right; America is weird when it comes to looks and appearance...'

Approaching the older female, Stacie cleared her throat and watched the other car jump slightly. Turning around, the pale pink car noted the appearance of the other in front of her. Pale Aqua eyes, a pale teal paint job, thin silver lips and a flared tail fin. 'Motorama girl? Here? Do I want to know the story?'

A laugh left the older female as she shook her hood. "Girl, you scared me to death! I wasn't expecting a customer this late." Stacie blinked her eyes. Late? It was only ten! Hiding her slight annoyance at the term 'late' used by the other, she looked away.

"Well, what can I get 'ya?" Driving over towards the actual café where, as Stacie guessed, got the actual oil and fuel for customers, the Teal car looked back at the Bugatti Veyron. A look of curiosity across her hood.

"Uhh... if it's so late, I won't make you work, Ma'am. I was actually just trying to find a place to stay for the night, maybe two nights. If it's no problem to ask, that is."

"Not a problem at all! In fact, there's vacancy at the Cozy Cone. I'm sure Sally has no problem letting you stay there." Smiling, the show car turned to face the younger car. "And by the way, I'm Flo. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Shocked that someone was so... Mother-like when they barely knew someone, Stacie blinked quite a few times. Laughing nervously, she looked away.

"Oh, Stacie Lynne SkyDrive. Nice to meet you, Ma'am." Forgetting she was in America, well, to be more specific, Radiator Springs, Stacie spoke one last sentence in her own language before turning and driving off. "Vous remercier d'être si gentil." Thus, leaving a confused Flo at the café, wondering what she said.

'Semble comme a... type mixte de la ville.'- 'Seems like a mixed type of town.'

"Vous remercier d'être si gentil." - "Thank you for being so kind."

So... was it good? I thought it was, but meh. And again, yes, this is an OC's story. Don't bitch at me about it.

But, if you kindly tell me a few different tips and things I could do to improve my writnig, Big thanks. :)

Oh, and tell me if you think I should continue.