Disclaimer- I do not own Cars; Pixar does, simple as that! I do, however, own these characters listed.
Emma—Because Emma is me, I'm human
Molly—An American Eskimo (toy), my doggeh
Brick L.T.—A red Tahoe
Hector Drive—A Chevrolet H.D. 2500
Dumper Don—An old Dump Truck, it's a very old model, I'm not quite sure what it is called
Mark Morgan—An old Ford, similar to the model T (but it doesn't have it's name on it…so I couldn't figure out what my old car was)
Bo Century—A big century model speedboat, old but in good shape
Happy Daze (Hap)—the Happy Daze houseboat, also an older model, but in great condition
Rev—Suzuki Vinson Quad runner, (four wheeler)
And many others, yeah, if they aren't in the show, they are mine unless I say otherwise!
Chapter 1: Screams
Simplicity: the state of being simple, uncomplicated, or uncompounded.
A word that I wish was part of my life, for a while it was. I am a simple girl; there is nothing abnormally special about me. I'm not gorgeous and beautiful, but I'm not hideously ugly either. "Simplicity" would have been the perfect word to describe me. Boring old simple…that's me! I'm a normal human girl here, nothing special about that! My life story may be weird, but who cares, nothing out of the ordinary about me…I always knew that nothing special would happen in my life…
…God has punished me for such thoughts.
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"I hate my room, I hate the sunlight, I hate to smell, I hate my eyesight, I hate my hearing and I hate the world! AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO ADMIT THAT I HATE YOU!" She pointed an accusing finger to a chair in the middle of the room that, in return, continued to sit innocently making its irreversible markings in the carpet. She then proceeded to continually bang a pillow over her face, finally screaming into it and falling back into the sinking abyss of her bed where she lay for a few moments before throwing the pillow across the cluttered room. "I hate myself."
This is Emma, the main protagonist of our story. This, is a moment in Emma's life, a moment which happens about once a day. This episode is usually followed by staring at the ceiling for fifteen minutes, talking to her stuffed pig, daydreaming about random nonsense, trying to figure out why she feels so upset for no reason and then wasting the rest of her pity party playing video games or surfing the internet for hours and hours and maybe even settling down to write a fanfic or draw. Yes, the moment in the life and day of Emma.
Emma had…a special case. Her biggest problem in the world had to be: Anger Management.
Luckily, she usually took it out on a pillow, a hairbrush, a MadCatz controller, or even her arm, but sometimes, a poor innocent bystander just happened to get in the way of this human cyclone. She is feared terribly by her household items. The poor fire place would rather go up in it's own flames than have her attack it with her fists of eternal fury, and her computer can't even compute the words of which she bashes it with. But this is not the story, the story is not about Emma's household items and their fear of her, the story is truly about her.
Some people might like Emma, some people might pretend to like her so they don't get flattened, and some people just run away. Not that Emma is strong; she's just not very nice when she's angry…you understand right? But luckily for everyone else, she doesn't hold a grudge for very long. (It just might seem so, because if she gets a grudge, someone might stay away from her long after it's passed for fear that she might strangle them.) Generally, her grudges are short lived, and she can be a very nice person! Just don't talk about her behind her back, believe me, she finds out!
Sounds like someone you'd like to meat huh? Maybe become bosom buddies or something eh? No?
Well, maybe you'll change your mind; let's see what's going on for Emma right now.
Emma sighed, she held the controller with an erect and graceful posture, like she had done it so much it had become a talent to hold the game cube controller. She stared at the screen with sunken eyes and a void expression. An engine revved and the race began.
Her favorite game, as of the moment, was Cars. A game based off of the popular new Pixar Film "Cars." Yes, all about Cars. And she couldn't have enjoyed it more.
Being an explicit racing fan, she loved the joy she had now in playing her own races. So many choices and so many cars to burn up the tracks with, and so many times had she played it, way too many times. And playing it now was doing what her mother always said, turning her mind too complete mush. Not like Emma really cared, it was her way of relaxing after one of her outbursts. Most of them happened for no reason, she'd be in a bad mood and would take it out on whatever she could find eventually calming down. Which was an amazing jump from her previous disposition.
"Again…and again…I play it." She muttered, setting the controller down and staring at the car facing her on the screen, which happened to be Mater. He stared back plainly, as if she wasn't staring him down at all. Groaning, she picked up the controller to play again when the screen buzzed making strange colors now with the colors already on the screen, causing Emma to jump.
Ready to scream again, Emma stood up and went to the game cube. "Stupid machine! Why don't you work properly anymore!"
She went over to turn it off and reset when she noticed the screen was still boasting its odd color show. She stopped and continued to stare at it, involuntarily entranced by its swirling colors. After a moment, the colors spun quickly backwards like a funnel and blended smoothly into a scene. Emma looked at the screen carefully, and she realized she recognized the picture.
"Radiator springs? What is wrong with this game, it's got something wrong with it, or the TV does." She knew it couldn't be the TV, but she went to it anyway, she reached and grabbed for the sides to pull it out, but shrieked and leapt back.
The screen still rippled from her touch and then it smoothed out completely. Emma stared at the TV in awe and confusion. A strange tingling sensation brought her out of her trance and she was drawn to look at her hand, and she couldn't believe it. Her hand was there, but the what should be her skin and bones and everything else seemed to be flickering like it wasn't sure it was there or not. In it's place, a grid like frame would appear. Confused at this new reaction she looked to the TV again, reaching forward, she touched it once more and jumped back.
It was gone, her hand was gone, but the grid frame hand was still there. Completely confused and 'weirded out' as she would say, she turned to the TV once again. Reaching out to touch it with her other hand, she was surprised at the icy feeling she got as soon as it touched the liquid like surface. Then suddenly, the substance began to crawl up her arm, moving along her like liquid mercury, and it was moving fast.
Startled, and a little frightened, she desperately tried to get away, but to no avail. A stranger sensation hit her when she felt her body being taken, bit-by-bit. The skin, the muscle and bones, even that strange framing would appear and then disappear as the silver liquid pulled her toward the scene in front of her. She had half the mind to scream, and she did, except no sound escaped.
Her voice box was already gone, but then she found herself nearly out of breath as her voice suddenly returned, she didn't scream, she just yelled at the familiar figure next to her as she found herself falling at an abnormally high speed
"WERE GOING TO DIE!"
Ramone drove casually down the street, his new paint job gleaming in the sunlight. He had actually decided to try a little something different, he usually had bright colors and brilliant designs, but today, he had gone with a sleek and neutral look. His black base was sparkling and the white, silver and dullish red stripes across his side gave it an extra twist. He was rather proud of this job, it wasn't often he actually looked like someone who was rather laid-back and down to earth as he was.
He looked up the street, hoping to find Sheriff sitting at his post. He scanned the road ahead for the cruiser and finally spotted him rolling out of his "office."
"Yo Sheriff!" He called out, rising up on his wheels to get a better view of where the Sheriff was.
Sheriff turned to see the low rider impala coming toward him up the road. He smiled and waved a wheel toward him, and Ramone rolled up. "What's the trouble Ramone?"
"No trouble Sheriff, Flo just wanted you to know she has your oil and gasoline ready for ya." Ramone said.
"Well that's great, tell Flo--."
He didn't get to finish his sentence, for at that precise moment in Radiator Springs history, a loud scream erupted the land that seemed to come from nowhere, like it wasn't even connected to anyone at all, just an empty scream. Shortly after the scream, there was a strange sound, a sound unexplainable for them, but the next sound they could understand, another scream followed by a yell, a whining yelp, a crashing sound and then…nothing.
Ramone looked around mortified by this strange experience, plus the odd feeling the rushed through him as if something that didn't belong was just dropped here. "Sheriff?"
"Wha--?"
"It sounded like they said Were going to die…"
Sheriff looked equally startled, "What on earth was that! First all those noises, and then something falling from the sky and crashing down over there. Should we check it out?"
Ramone looked around, "Maybe you should get to Flo before she blows her fuse, I'll take ah look around."
"Thanks Ramone, anything suspicious and come to me immediately." Sheriff nodded his head and went away down the road. Ramone took a deep breath and headed toward the, still very present, cloud of dust where the 'thing' fell. He came cautiously closer, not sure what to expect. The dust cleared slowly and he peered over the edge, what he saw next…he just wasn't sure what to think of it.
Emma lay there pathetically in the dirt, she stared upwards, or at least what she thought was upwards…she wasn't quite sure where she was if she was right side up, upside down or hanging in midair, she just wasn't sure. White shapes, what she was vaguely aware of as clouds, moved across her plane of vision. She felt heat, something was breathing on her, then she smelled the breath and she rolled over to keep herself from throwing up. And that landed a long wet tongue on her ear. She shrieked and leapt up, spinning around to see who the jerk was licking her…she put her hands down when she saw the dark brown eyes of her dog staring back at her.
"Oh Molly…I'm sorry, you startled me." She suddenly realized that it was extremely hot, looking up; she shook her fist at the sun. "I'D beat down on you too! But I can't…cuz I'm below you…BUT I CAN FIND SHADE SO BEAT THAT BIATCH!" She stuck her tongue out, doing her strange trick and pulling in the tip of her tongue so it looked rather like a snakes then folded her arms and turned away, only to scream again.
"OH HOLY HEART ATTACK!" She leapt back and scooted away, her eyes were just as wide as the ones she was staring into, or rather, up at. The blue green eyes just stared back, probably more startled than her herself. But not only were they both startled, Emma knew that face; she knew it better than probably he was ready for.
"Your…Ramone…" She said, pointing and gaping, which only made him more uncomfortable. The Impala backed away a bit, "Who are you?"
Emma tried to stand, but she couldn't move, this was all a little too much for her to even think of moving yet. "Well…my name is Emma…I wont give up the rest of my name, you can just call me EJ if you want…"
Ramone, clearly curious, moved forward now, "Okay…Emm-er, EJ. If you don't mind me asking…what are you? I mean you don't seem…human."
Emma couldn't help but laugh, "You know, that's funny because…I am a human, or more scientifically, I'm called a Homo Sapien, it's you who are inhuman…sorry I got carried away."
Ramone continued to stare at her, a skeptical expression crossed his face, "Homo Sapien eh? But…I ain't never seen anything like you around."
"I've seen a ton of you…sort of, except for cars in my world don't have eyes, mouths, they don't move on their own…and they don't talk to us…so you can imagine my, well, start there when I came in contact with you."
Ramone nodded understandingly, "…wait till everyone see's this." He muttered, "Well…Sheriff asked me to tell him of anything suspicious…and this is even beyond me, so if you don't mind, come into town with me."
Emma nodded, hardly containing her excitement; she was clambering up to the road when a low growl stopped her. Ramone looked down, "Is…that a Homo…whatever?"
She looked down, realizing Molly was still sitting at the bottom, only now she was looking at Ramone with uncertainty in her face. Emma slid back down and picked her up, stroking her to calm her.
"No, this…is a dog." Ramone nodded, his face filled with confusion and turned to start driving away.
"Ramone! Slow down! I can't go as fast as you!" Ramone stopped, startled, him? Fast? He looked back at the…homo…whatever, moving quickly to keep up. Well, not quickly to him, he never realized he could actually move faster than someone when he was all about 'low and slow.' He stopped and waited for her to catch up, she did, and stopped next to him trying to catch your breath.
"Oh dude, what's taking you?"
"Well, I don't exactly have wheels, and…well, in my world…we get around differently."
"Get around? Well, how then?"
"By Cars." Emma knew at that moment she had made the biggest mistake in saying that; she braced herself for the next question.
"Cars? What do you mean?"
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you…" she started to walk again and he drove slowly alongside her.
"Well…try me."
Emma sighed, "We ride…inside…the cars."
Ramone's expression changed dramatically, he looked as if he wanted to be sick…all over the road…right there. The idea of having something sitting…in him…he didn't know what to think about it. Trying as hard as he could to get the thought out of his mind, they continued the rest of the way in silence, but Emma couldn't help notice how nice Ramone looked with his new paint job.
Emma tried to act completely calm as several cars encircled her; the residents of Radiator Springs were all interested in this strange being. Emma wasn't used to the attention, she had always wondered what it was like, and now she wasn't sure she liked it. She had been deemed the 'Psychic' that day because somehow she knew everyone's name, and so much about them. They were also very kind but…
"Why don't you come over to Flo's darling? I could get you a nice drink of gasoline to cool your gears." Flo said, smiling to the girl kindly.
Emma tried to smile, "N...no thank you." Knowing what gasoline would do to her, "Is there any water around?"
They all looked confused, "Well, Doc has a hose that he uses in his clinic."
Emma smiled, no just because of the prospect of water…but she happened to be most interested in meeting Doc. Trying hard to conceal her excitement, "If you don't mind, I think I'll pay a visit to Doc."
Luigi frowned, "Doc is not in righta now, but he will be being back very soon!"
"May I wait in his clinic please?"
Guido bounced on his wheels, "Pit stop!"
"Mater, why don't you show Emma to the clinic." Sheriff said to the tow truck, who in turn, grinned brightly.
"Why shore! I'd luv ta!" He turned to Emma, and motioned with a wheel to follow him, she did so, feeling slightly relieved to be away from the attention for a while.
"So miss Emma, how'd a hom...homo…hooomu…uh, person like you ends up here?"
Emma chuckled, "I'm a girl, you can just call me that…and I don't…really know. My--."
Emma felt a pang, she really didn't know. What had happened, when did she end up in that desert? She couldn't for the life of her remember what had happened before that. She looked down; her dog looked up to her, a curious expression on her face. Mater looked from the corner of his eye and saw her distraught expression. Worried, he frowned and nudged her with a wheel.
"Miss Emma?"
She looked up and smiled, shaking her head, "I'm sorry, I can't think of why right now, my minds kind of spinning. I apologize Mater."
"Aww, das aright miss Emma, you just get inta Doc's and get better."
Emma smiled, "Thanks Mater, I'll do that." She stepped in the clinic, not knowing where to sit; she planted herself in the middle of the floor and waited. And while she sat, she began to ponder.
"Why can't I remember anything?"
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