Sorry for the shorter chapter, but it's very important to the plot.
Also, NSFW warning near the end. You have been warned.
Chapter 2 - I Tried ta warn ya, McQueen
As years went by, Lightning learned to keep his distance from the Storms, but Melissa was blinded by love and still tried to win Eduardo's thoughts. But there was one thing about Jackson that Lightning couldn't resist, and that was dreaming to become a famous racer.
So, like Jackson, Lightning practiced racing whenever he could, developing a very similar competitive nature as the ebony car. And soon, the two were infamously dubbed the fastest racers in town, competing against each other like real rivals. Not like everyone didn't see that coming.
Surprisingly, Jackson's sixteenth birthday was tomorrow, but like always, he was never excited about it. All he ever wanted was recognition for his racing skills. But one in particular was very curious about the event.
"Jackson?" Lightning finally spoke when he pulled up next to Jackson on the racetrack out in the backwoods; this track was rather private and unused, so it was perfect for the two to practice on. But they rarely raced together; true, they would always race against each other to see who was the best, but one would always try to avoid the other like the plague and vice versa.
The young Storm never paid attention, as he just stared straight on and remained silent while parked by the starting line.
"So, um…I know we're not exactly friends or anything, but I'm curious. Who are you inviting to your birthday party?" Lighting continued.
"I'm not havin' a party," Jackson answered quickly and flatly.
"What? Why not?"
"Never had a birthday party. Never needed one. They're pointless and childish."
"So that's why I was never invited," Lighting mumbled under his breath, but this shook his hood in disbelief, "But why not have a party? Or maybe at least a night out on the town?"
"Why waste time with fun when I could be training ta kick your ass one day?"
"Well, because it's fun."
"And I'm not a fun-guy!" Jackson snapped, whipping around and backing Lighting up just like when they were kids, "And I can't understand why you never seem ta get the hint."
"Hint? What hint? I've got it. You're a grump that never appreciates anything in life, except winning."
"'Grump' is just a simpleton way of putting it. I'm saying that you can't see what I really am for some reason, McQueen."
"Oh, so you're giving me a warning now?"
"Do not test me," Jackson growled threateningly at Lightning's sarcasm, "I never cared, but I hope for your sake, that you learn ta stay the hell away from me and my father."
Assuming he made his point, Jackson turned to leave and get back to the starting line. But Lighting still had something to say.
"Your father? You mean that tyrant that turned you into a monster?" Lighting didn't notice it, but Jackson immediately froze in his tracks. "If I'm honest, you're probably just his bastard. And besides, Ed's already scary enough without you around."
The red stock car was nearly just as irritated now, and wanted to leave the track all for an ego as big as Jackson's. But Jackson wasn't having it.
The said charcoal racecar let out a loud roar in anger and skidded around to catch Lighting, quickly getting in front of him while kicking up some pebbles from the old concrete.
"You don't know anything about my father!" Jackson scolded, baring his teeth like an animal.
"Oh, really? What about the fact that he nearly killed your mom?" Lighting softly protested, earning a split second shocked reaction from Jackson, "Eduardo told Mom about the huge fight he had with Lisa just before we moved in. And he may not have told her everything, but we think it's safe to assume Lisa didn't leave without any motivation."
Now, thinking he had the upper wheel, Lighting gave Jackson a side glare and drove around him to finally get away. Little did Lighting know that what he said triggered something in Jackson. Something deadly.
Just before Lighting could completely pass him, Jackson quickly turned and slammed a tire on his trunk. Lightning cried out in agony, as a huge dent was left in his back. But Jackson didn't stop there; he dug his tire even deeper into the metal to get a better grip, and used it to pull himself onto the red stock car.
"W-What are you d-doing?! G-Get off me!" Lighting begged and squirmed, but Jackson proved to be too strong.
"I tried ta warn ya, McQueen," Jackson hissed into Lighting's ear.
With that, red and black metal scraped against each other, creating irritating grinding noises and even a few sparks. Lighting knew he was being penetrated when he felt a searing pain, like he was being ripped apart just below his bumper.
And even as his eyes were now pouring tears of pain and shame, Jackson's thrusts were merciless, with almost as much brute force than the last. More dents and scratches were left all over Lighting before he finished, filling him with a lesson he will never forget.
Jackson trailed blood from the deep cuts down Lightning's sides when he slowly dismounted him, slightly panting from the loss of energy, but not nearly as audibly as Lightning. The said stock car couldn't even look at Jackson when he pulled up next to him, as he could only lay with his tires sprawled out, his eyes dazed and his tongue hanging out.
"If that doesn't teach you ta stay away…I don't know what will," Jackson told him meekly, eventually disappearing off the racetrack to leave Lightning alone to the afterglow of his lesson.
I warned ya!
But still, I hope some enjoyed it!
Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!
