Here is an alternate ending to Cars 3. And yeah, people might say I'm immature because I wanted to watch the movie and I'm a teen. But, I really don't care if you laugh at me. There's no point of laughing at me. I'm not as emotional as some people. Flames will be eliminated on sight. Anyway, here is my alternate ending to Cars 3! Some of the kid-friendly dialogue will be changed to more mature wording AKA. cursing. Also, this dialogue won't line up perfectly with the movie, so point out what I have to fix, and I'll do it. Also, if you fix this fic and post it as a review, I'll use it and I'll give credit. Other then that, this will be a one shot! I know, I like to twist perfectly fine PG universe's into darker ones...


"You weren't meant to be a racer!", yelled out Storm as he shoved Cruz against the wall.

You weren't meant to be a racer, echoed in Cruz's head.

"Dream small, or dream nothing.", said Tom Ramirez to 12-year old Cruz.

Dream small, or dream nothing...

"You just won't understand, Cruz! If you were a racer, you would understand!", yelled Lightning to Cruz a few days prior.

You just won't understand, Cruz! If you were a racer, you would understand...


All of these words echoed in her mind. She was confused as to why they were all triggered when she was slammed into the wall...

And that's when it clicked.

It was when she was... 16, she believed. She was driving home from school alone. It was around 7:00 PM, and it was getting dark. She was about to go around a corner when someone pulled her into an alley. She heard the words, "Hello, beautiful", and saw the awful grin of a pickup, a Dodge by the looks of it. She felt two guys dragging her into the far corner of the alley, by the dead end, and blocked her from escaping. The pickup grew closer and closer, with that grin plastered on his face.

That's when she dipped. She jump over the two cars blocking her and was almost out of the alley when the pickup slammed her into the wall. Luckily, a cop was driving by and saw the scene. He immediately radioed for backup and cuffed all three assailants. The cop drove up to her and asked, "Are you OK?"


"Are you OK?", asked Lightning into his headset for the billionth time. Cruz seemed lost, like she went blank. He was starting to get worried...


You were never meant to be a racer...

Dream small, or dream nothing...

You don't understand, Cruz! If you were a racer, you would understand...

All of these phrases echoed in her head. She tried to block them out, but she felt that she was being overwhelmed.

That's when she snapped.


Right after she nearly got raped, she was outfitted with a police-issued shockwave system and 5 police spike strips at a time. She had never had to use them.

But she did have to now.


I was starting to get worried. Cruz was still in 2nd place but Storm was still pinning her to the wall. Suddenly, she used a... I don't know what she did, but... HOLY CRAP! Storm's flying across the track and then he crashed about 50 or 60 feet from where he was. Then Cruz came up to Storm and slammed right into him. He was screaming the entire time, and it promptly went silent after Cruz slammed into him. Silently hoping Storm was simply passed out and not dead, I headed toward Storm. I called out, "Cruz, are you OK?!". She didn't respond, she just turned toward me.

That's when I freaked out.

She looked... So angry. Like she's been holding back her anger for her entire life. Maybe I didn't know her all that well.


I activated the shockwave and sent that bitch flying and screaming. I smirked, knowing that Storm would most certainly be dead, and if not, he will most likely die in the hospital. I heard Mr. McQueen call me, and out of habit, I turned toward him. He looked really... Frightened. I hightailed it outta there as soon as I heard the sirens.


It's been a few days, and I'm already in New York. I got a new paint job, black with red highlights, and I blend in fine. I recently bought an apartment using Mr. Sterling's account. I know he won't notice. He is a part of Dineco now, and he's a rich guy, so I'm safe for now. I really miss Mr. McQueen, and I know he's taken by a Porsche named Sally, who's also his lawyer. Anyway, I miss him as a friend. No more training rookies, no more racing for Dineco, no more Mr. McQueen, nothing. I wonder how it is in Florida now... I feel tears well up in my eyes, and soon I start to cry.


And that's a wrap. Not exactly, cause I know I can't leave you guys hanging. I'm better than that.