The camera clicked on. A red Nissan Altima perked up at the camera and began to speak.
"Hi there and welcome to 8' o clock news on News Channel 7. This is May Altima reporting from Los Angeles Motor Speedway. Today, a car named Christine McTow was going to be put the death because she attacked 4 cars. But later, we found out that it was those 4 cars that caused her to hurt them and it was their fault. The authorities killed her here at L.A.M.S, or did they? Apparently not, because here she is! Christine McTow, how DID you live?
A long, red and white Plymouth Fury appeared on the camera. She didn't perk up for the camera at all; she had on a big frown. "Well," she began, " I'm a car that has supernatural powers that let me be anything I want to be. I can fly, turn into other cars, and all that other crap. I have this power that can prevent me from dying too."
"Okay then…" May said, giving Christine a strange look and took a step away. "Anyway, how do you plan to punish these 4 cars?"
" Well, Ms. Altima. I plan to take them to a special place and I'll put them in a prison. They don't even know where I'm taking them. Ha!"
"And there you have it! Reporting from Los Angeles Motor Speedway, this is May Altima," she finished. The camera clicked off.
After the news report, Christine drove across the racetrack and met up with a woman. She was in a white tang top, jeans, and had her long, brown hair in a ponytail. She leaned against a dirty Chevy truck with a cage in the back, her eyes focused on the dirt underneath her. She looked up as she heard Christine near her.
"All ready for them to get on the truck, Nirvana?" Christine barked to the woman.
"Yes, me and the boys are set," Nirvana replied to Christine. Christine nodded and drove out of sight. She turned to an impound set behind her. " Well maggots. Let's go! You follow one of my boys to that truck over there. If you even attempt to run away, my boys will beat you! GOT IT!" she yelled. The 4 cars, the tuners Boost, DJ, Wingo, and Snot Rod in the cage shivered with fright and nodded. "Good…" she finished and walked away.
"You! Big blue car! You first!" yelled one of Nirvana's boys. He flung the cage open. DJ's eyes scanned the area around him and he slowly came out. He drove behind the man, his eyes still looking around. Then, he quickly cut out from behind the man and drove as fast as he could towards the racetrack's exit. He gave a determined smile as he began to reach the exit when…WA BAM! Another man had a long metal pole and struck out his right headlight. He screeched to a halt and wailed.
"OW OW OW OW! O.K O.K! I'm goin', I'm goin'!" DJ quickly drove back to the dirty Chevy truck and slid into the cage placed on it and shivered.
" O.K big boy! Let's go!" another man yelled to Snot Rod. Snot Rod sped out of the cage, right past the man.
"I'm goin'! Just don't hurt me! WAAAA!" Snot Rod cried as he got right on the truck and parked next to DJ.
"That was easy," Nirvana said flatly. "Alright boys! Let's get the last two cars on together." Two men escorted Boost and Wingo out of the cage and they slowly followed behind.
"Yo Wingo! We gotta run!" Boost whispered.
"How? We will get beat by two freakish creatures with long metal polls!" Wingo whispered back.
"Just confuse them and don't let them catch you. GO!" Boost said. The two took off in two different directions. Two trucks came up on Boost and they closed in on him. "SHIT!" Boost yelled. Two men jumped out of the truck beds and smack his sides. He screeched to halt. Wingo was the only one left to get caught.
"What do we do boss? We have been cashing him forever!" said one of the men to Nirvana through a cell phone. He listened to her, nodded and directed the driver from the bed of the truck to steer where he wanted to. The driver put the truck on autopilot and they all quickly jumped out.
Wingo thought they were giving up. He thought he put up a good fight. He looked behind him and watched the two trucks that were casing him turn away. He smiled slyly and slowly looked in front of him. He screamed as he saw a large truck coming at him. Wingo didn't have the time to move and the truck collided with him at 90mph, nose to nose.
"WINGO!" screamed DJ. "HOLY SHIT HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!" Snot Rod cried and Boost's mouth was wide open. Nirvana quickly ordered some mechanics to check on him to see if he was dead. The mechanics rushed to him, checked, and gave raised their tires in the air and smiled. "SHIT! HE'S ALIVE! HE'S ALIVE! HOW THE HELL DID HE LIVE THROUGH THAT!" DJ screamed. The tuners watched as they put a sheet over his body and rolled him onto the truck next to Boost quickly.
"Alright! Let's go!" yelled Nirvana as she jumped into the truck. She fired the Chevy up and a portal opened before them. She drove through, and the tuners stood there in the truck, watching their world disappear into the distance.