Hey every one, this is my first ever FanFiction, I normaly dont wright this stuff down, so enjoy!
Rod lay on the dyno machine alone, he felt hot and, sharp pains were shooting from deep down in his engine block and threw his whole chaise. He knew he was in trouble, because no one knew where he was, or that he was even missing. He had tried to send out a distress call to the FBI before he was captured but he had no idea if it even got threw.
After sitting for a few moments thinking he was a goner Rod began to realize that he wasn't dead yet so why not try to escape and get help. He analyzed his body to see what he had left to work with, "hm, still on fire a little bit" he stated aloud to himself, "and these parking boots…how can I get these off?" Rod scanned the room contemplating his options, he decided he was going to try and drag himself in reveres off the dyno.
He tried to start his engine but all it did was spit and sputter and a fire ball erupted from under his hood causing Rod to wince in pain, but it quickly went out and put the smaller fire out. Rod sighed, but he was determined to get out of there alive now more than ever, so he tried to start his engine again and again and again gritting his teeth from the pain of each attempt.
Then finally a spark plug of life came from his engine block, but it wasn't good, he clanked and raddled and white smoke began to below out of his exhaust pipes from the mixing of oil and water. The pain was so bad Rod began to believe he had hung a rod out of the side of his engine, but that didn't matter now, he had to get out of here.
Rod suffered a considerable power loss, barley able to move himself off the machine, but he did with a quick rev of his engine, launching himself off the machine, but with the horrible consequence of immense pain, it took all he had and he now regretted moving at all and thought maybe he should have just laid there to die.
Rods vision began to blur, all that filled his mind and ears was the pain, he didn't think he was going to make it out of the door, his body was telling him to lie down and he had no choice but to obey. Rod slowly lowered himself to the floor, his breathing was labored and his vision was getting worse, and now a sick feeling began mixing with the pain, he was passing out, but just then the door flew open, but who was that?
He could not make them out, a blue, NO maybe green car, and they were saying something but he could not make it out, but it didn't matter because then darkness began to close in on Rod, his last thought was "they got me" as he fully collapsed.
Thanks for reading, if this goes over well I will post chapter 2.