"McQueen's driver arrived in California, but McQueen is missing."
"Racer Lightning McQueen is reported missing."
"Due to recent footage found racer Strip Weathers is being questioned by police of the whereabouts of missing racer Lightning McQueen as the two were seen conversing with each other after a race had just finished. More details coming up."
"We're all asking the same question: Where is McQueen?"
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Lightning moaned in pain, her body ached from bruises and her muscles felt incredibly sore. She opened her eyes and groaned louder when the light all but burned her eyes. Her bed felt stiff and her sheets felt scratchy. Lightning figured she drank a little too much, and that's why she's still wearing her clothes from last night.
Last night?
What happened last night?
Lightning sat up quickly, but she cried out in pain when her wrist was yanked back painfully. Light panicked and turned around and her eyes flickered everywhere frightfully. This isn't her room. Why is she handcuffed. Where is she? She sat back against the wall and she rubbed at her wrist with her other hand, the handcuffs are digging in painfully into her skin. Lightning glanced down and sighed in relief, her binds on her chest haven't broke, she was fine, for now.
Lightning quickly began trying to recall the previous night that led to her to this predicament. She brushed her hair out of her face and looked down at her wrist to see another darkening bruise, but back to thinking. She just simply couldn't remember what happened. Another quick look over the room made Lightning think this is a small hospital room, and thankfully not a jail cell.
"Mornin' sleepin' beauty!" A male southern-styled voice yelled. Lightning shrieked and scooted back farther into the wall away from the tall, lanky man standing over her. He had brown hazel eyes and a light shade of brown skin, he wore a black and dusty t-shirt with baggy brown jeans. He had brownish-black hair with longer than usual bangs that kept hanging over his eyes. The man chuckled, "Boy I was wonderin' when you was gonna wake up."
"W-who are you! Where am I!? Why am I handcuffed!" Lightning yelped. This made the man laugh to himself, much to the dismay of a quickly angering Lightning.
"Shoot man, you're in Radiator Springs. Now what's your name?" Lightning felt slightly offended, but didn't act on any anger.
"You don't know my name?"
"Nope!"
"It's-" She hesitated, maybe the other people around here didn't know her as well. She-she could finally use a different name besides "Rookie Lightning McQueen."
"It's? Now that there's a weird name. I'm Mater!" The man stated enthusiastically. Lightning's brow twitched a little in irritation and she laughed forcedly.
"No, my name is... Evan."
"Evan? Never heard of an Evan 'round these parts before." Mater chatted, Lightning blinked. This actually has a chance of working out on it's own.
"That's...neat I guess. Look, Mater can you get me out of these cuffs? I need to go I have to get to California." Mater shook his head.
"Sorry there Evan. I shouldn' be talkin' to the accused." Mater said a little sorrowfully. Lightning nearly did a double take. The what now?
"I'm sorry," Lightning laughed breathily yet nervously. "Did you say the a-accused?"
"Yup, you're going to court." Mater said, his voice all too cheery for Lightning.
"What! What did I do?" Mater opened his mouth to speak until a gruff voice reprimanded him.
"Mater! What did I say about talking to the accused?" A mature man with black hair that was graying and he had rather large mustache and he was adorned in policeman clothes, Mater lowered his head in shame.
"To not to Chief" The man, Chief, nodded in approval and he turned to look at Lightning. His gaze held authority but unfortunately Lightning was a rebel, she locked her eyes onto his almost challenging him. "The troublemakers awake now isn't he."
"He is isn't he?" Mater asked concernedly. Lightning stifled her laughter when the officer nearly sputtered at Mater's question.
"Excuse me officer can I be discharged I need to get to Calif-" Lightning started but the officer was quick to shut her down.
"Excuse me son I don't have to do anything for you, and frankly I don't care where you want to go it can wait after court."
"Look buddy I need to go to California not want." Lightning interjected, annoyed. The officer was starting to grate down on her nerves a bit. Wait a minute. "Did you say court?" Court, accused? Just what exactly did Lightning do last night?
"Yes I did, the Doc's going to check in on you in a minute or two. Come on Mater, Doc's gonna shoo us out in about three...two...one..." Chief said and soon as he said one a more mature man walked in with a clip board. The man stood up straight with a stern look on his face, he had some worry lines on his forehead and his hair was slicked back and grey. The officer nodded at the man and walked out of the room and Mater followed and waved at Lightning before closing the door.
"Are you currently feeling any pain?" The man, Doc, asked. Lightning nodded a little, this man had this stern aura around him that seemed to make all of her rebelliousness just disappear. "Where and what kind of pain?"
"Bruises and soreness." Doc wrote some things down on the clip board and Lightning strained her neck slightly to see what he was writing but he continued talking again.
"That's expected after that stunt you did last night."
"What stunt? What am I even doing here?" Doc cleared his throat and Lightning went silent quickly.
"You came crashing into our peaceful town last night causing havoc all over our streets until you crashed into a ditch and went unconscious." Doc said, Lightning gapped. Surely she hadn't done this. Right? "We pulled you out to fix you up and then send you off to court for your actions."
"Oh fuck." Lightning murmured in a daze, what brought her out of her daze was the clip board that smacked her on the head.
I don't own Cars or it's characters. Please read and review your thoughts and I hope you enjoyed this.
My heart goes out to all of the families and teens down in Parkland, I send my deepest sympathies in their time of sorrow.
