So, yeah this story may seem a little odd, but I've been thinking of the idea, loving it so much. Now, yes, lets get the elephant out of the room, I am aware that it can be a tad like 'Tangled' or 'Hunchback of Notre dame" but, I'm going trying to not make it fully like those two stories.
A loud low blaring sound was the first thing that came through Buzz Lightyear's mind groaning heavily, the man slowly lifted his head up, the blaring stopped almost instantly. Looking around, still in a slight daze, he realized he was in his car. A brief flash of what happened came into his mind, making everything clear up enough for him to remember that he was driving home from work, looking at the tree in front of his car, his hood clearly bent by the force of the trunk, it was clear that he had some how went off road and smashed into the tree.
Reaching up, Buzz touched his head before hissing out in pain, bringing his fingers to his eyes, yep, he was bleeding. Grabbing his key he turned it in the ignition, the car stalled before dying. Typical. Shakily, he reached over and opened the door, he tried to just causally walk out, but as soon as he tried to put some weight on his left leg it collapsed under him. Taking in a sharp breath, breathing in the dirt and grass beneath him, Buzz slowly got to his one good knee, it didn't really help because now he was just kneeling, getting his pants even more dirty. Feeling rather tired all of a sudden, Buzz slowly lowered himself to the ground once again, breathing out slowly, he shut his eyes and rested his head against the cool ground. Fading in and out of consciousness, Buzz watched as he was slowly moving away from his wrecked car.
Buzz knew he wasn't on his feet moving, after another fade to black, he slowly looked up to try and look at whoever had his feet and was dragging him. He couldn't really see the person, all he saw was a big brown hat that seemed to be covering their face. He blacked out again.
Gasping out, Buzz woke up, groaning, he put his hands in front of his face, feeling the bright unwelcoming sunlight on his face burning his eyes, he went to reach over to shut the blinds to his window, however when all he did was fall off his bed and land on his face, he realized this wasn't exactly right. His bed was next to the window. Slowly looking around, Buzz's memory started to return to him, the car crash, he had drove home slight drunk and...went off course, crashing into a tree. He remembered getting out of his car and feeling tired...Falling asleep on the ground...
Then he was rescued...
Or kidnapped...
Gulping, Buzz slowly stood, looking down at his bad knee, he blinked in surprise, it was in a brace, keeping it still. Grabbing on to the nearest thing, which was the nightstand, he stood more fully, groaning in pain as he did so.
About to try and walk, he paused when he heard something, it sounded like talking, holding his breath, Buzz slowly listened in, it was awfully mumbled, however, one part he made out quite clearly as whoever was speaking yelled it out,
"I AM AWARE OF THE RISK I AM AT HERE! BUT IT'S MY FAULT AND I'M FIXING IT!"
Whoever had yelled it was clearly a man, he sounded rather frustrated.
Buzz frowned as the end of the guy's sentence repeated in his mind,'It's my fault and I'm fixing it.'
Buzz's tried so hard to focus what just what that meant. Did the guy jump out in the street, causing Buzz to swerve and hit the tree? Did he plant the tree that Buzz hit?...Was Buzz suppose to die in that accident? He didn't know, and couldn't remember. Truthfully, this was all just giving a headache from hell. Hearing stomping footsteps coming his way, Buzz almost went to dive for the bed, pretend to be a sleep, however, he realized how ridiculous that sounded, he wasn't doing that, if this person wanted him dead, then he was putting up a fight.
Slowly, the door opened, Buzz tightened his grip on the nightstand, totally prepared to the throw it if he had to.
However, once he saw the man, he relax, it was a really lanky guy, the cowboy hat still perched on top of his head, Buzz was quick to notice the whole cowboy ensemble, honestly the guy looked like he could almost be from the late 1800's. The man looked up at Buzz and jumped, clearly not expecting to see him up.
"Oh good, you're up, we need to talk." The man stated matter of fact like, almost like he was friends with Buzz, despite clearly not knowing him.
"Uh, Alright, not even going to ask my name? Just gonna jump straight into talking?"
"We'll discuss names in a moment, I just...Need to discus something with you." The man ushered Buzz to sit down on the bed, which he did so. Buzz watched as the man leaned against the nightstand, running his callous looking hands down his face before speaking.
"You were...Drinking and driving were you not?"
"...Are you a cop?"
"Sheriff."
Buzz let out a sigh and nodded.
"Yeah. I was. That obvious?"
"The only people who wind up here are drunks that swerve off the road, that, and you left your beer cans in the backseat."
"...Oh..."
Fearing that he would pretty much be arrested on the spot for drinking and driving, Buzz just hung his head before giving it a good head shake.
"I wish I didn't have to do this...Trust me." There was something in the man's voice, the odd tone he used at the end that made Buzz look up at him once again, the man seemed to be trying to discretely tell or show Buzz something, narrowing his eyes, he watched as the cowboy's own eyes darted to the side quickly.
Sensing the urgent tone in the air, Buzz moved his eyes, but not his head, to see what the Sheriff was trying to show him, out of the corner of his eye, he could see it, in the far corner of the room there sat some sort of security camera. They were being watched?
The sheriff tipped his hat, gaining Buzz's attention once more.
"Now normally, we would of taken you in right away, however, do to your knee, I talked Them into letting you wake up before I take you in." The man put just enough emphasis on the word them for Buzz to understand. With a nod to the man, Buzz got the great sense that something really wasn't right.
"Are you going to handcuff me?" Buzz asked, noting the lack of handcuffs on the sheriff.
"Are you going to run?"
"No."
"Then no, Just lean on me, we have to go downstairs."
Awkwardly, he allowed his arm to drape over the sheriff as they started for the door, he never truly knew how limited he was with this brace till he was face a flight of twenty or so stairs. However, once the sheriff shut the door behind him, he spoke in a harsh whisper.
"We aren't being watched here, but keep your voice down, They are almost always listening."
"What's going on?" Buzz questioned, he noticed the cowboy seemed to be on the look out.
"I really am helping you...Were you really drunk last night?"
"...I said I was...Why?"
"...We planted the beer cans."
"What?!"
"Keep your voice down. If it wasn't for that, you wouldn't be awake now. Trust me, They wouldn't have it."
Having enough of the pronoun game with this man, Buzz just shook his head,
"Whose 'we?' Whose 'they?'"
"I can't say much at the moment. Just know this. We're going to get you out before you even know it."
"Why even arrest me then?"
"If I didn't arrest you. You'd be lying in a ditch, this place is corrupt. Please, I'll explain later, I swear, we really can't be here much longer." There was now a sense of urgency in his voice, with a sigh, Buzz nodded and allowed himself to be lead down the stairs, he had to say he was thankful for the sheriff helping him down the stairs, he probably couldn't do it on his own with the brace blocking a lot of his mobility.
When they turned the corner, Buzz heard the sheriff take in a sharp breath, he knew that the man must of been startled by the man sitting down at the table on the bottom of the stairs a cup of coffee in his hands, this man was pretty much average looking, average height, build, brown hair, though, Buzz noticed how really well dressed the man seemed to be, almost too well.
"Sheriff Woody, I didn't know we allowed DUI's to rest in our homes now before we arrest them." The man stiffly spat, standing up from his chair, he coolly sauntered over to Woody, the sheriff gave him a bitter sneer.
"I got permission to let him heal, Ken."
"Hm." Was all Ken said at first, sipping his coffee. "I don't know about you, Sheriff, but it seems every time someone comes to our little town, they seem to be drunk. And almost always on the same beer as well."
"Eh, life is just full of coincidence's, aren't they?" Woody shrugged, Ken narrowed his eyes before chuckling.
"Right...I guess they are...Well, I shouldn't keep you from jailing him then. Oh, and get better coffee this stuff tastes like manure." Ken growled throwing the mug in the kitchen sink before bitterly walking out.
"Maybe if you'd stop breaking in, I might consider getting good coffee." Buzz heard Woody hiss bitterly before continuing on.
"...So, Ken's...Uh.."
"A purse with legs." Woody growled.
Walking out of the home, Buzz finally got a look around the town, he had to admit, the way Woody was dressed made him think that this place a 1920's western town, but no, it seemed pretty modern, the houses, the street, however, though there was a street there seemed to be no cars about.
"This way." With a slight tug of the arm, Buzz hopped along, following the cowboy to the rather small jail. Once Woody opened the door, he practically threw Buzz inside, where, thankfully, someone else caught him before he hit the floor.
Looking at the person, Buzz found himself looking into the face of an attractive woman, she helped Buzz stand up and he got a better look at her. She was tall, with long red hair braided in the back, she, like Woody, was dressed in old mid western clothes.
"Jess, is the camera out?" Woody hissed, the woman nodded and Woody let out a sigh of relief. "Ken's becoming aware of us, if he's becoming aware then you know both Lotso and-"
"I know! What are we going to do this time? They cracked down really hard after you freed Bo!" Jessie practically yelled, Buzz was quick to notice the pained look on Woody's face, before he just let out a soft sigh.
"I know. I know..." Woody made a slight motion with his hands before escorting Buzz to a cell. "Thank you, for being so cooperative on this Mr...Oh, I never did get your name." The sheriff realized and Jessie rolled her eyes at this with a headshake.
"Buzz Lightyear." Buzz gave a slight chuckle at that.
"Well, I'm Woody and this is my sister Jessie. Trust me. We will find away to get you out of this town."
"I still don't fully understand."
Jessie gave Woody a look and he just nodded before saying,
"It's pretty simple Mr. Lightyear, in this town, nobody comes in and nobody comes out, as I mentioned before, this place is corrupt, however, not everyone in this town is corrupt. It's our job to get anyone who comes here out of this town. Because if we don't...Then..." Woody paused and turned to the dead security camera.
"They'll make sure you never speak again."
Whew! This chapter took me forever to write. I have to say I'm looking forward to continuing this story. Now, I know i'm going to get someone saying "Woody and Jessie aren't siblings!" Well, I don't care. That's how I see them, that's how I've seen them since I was five when the second movie came out. Mainly because of one line that someone says in that same movie. Which I will bring up in later chapters.