The Truth That Lies Beyond The Lies
An AcceleRacers Fanfiction
By: Wings of Speed
Disclaimer: As before, still in Chapter 1.
Author's Note: I forgot to state this in the previous chapter and thought I had better explain a few things that were questioned. Kara Tezla is not my character, she belongs to KTezla and I'm borrowing her with permission. Yes, that means that Kara is an original character and she has her own background which I will go into detail about in a later chapter, probably three or four chapters in the future. There is a lot that is going to be revealed within the upcoming chapters and you get a big hint at the end of this chapter about a secret that's going to unravel. Hope you enjoy the read and remember, if you have questions don't be afraid to leave them in a review!
Summary: Bass Assault is destroyed, so is Kara's Sunfire. Courtney witnesses something that completely changes her perspective on her cousin and everyone wonders if Kara is going to make it or not.
The Truth That Lies Beyond The Lies
Chapter 13: The Lies Start To Crumble
Jon stared at the crumbled front end of the Sunfire and a forced breath was blown between pursed lips as he turned his dark green eyes to regard his teammate. "Looks like they hit head on, but the other car looks like it faired just a slight bit better than this one," he commented.
The hood of the Sunfire was crushed, the front windshield hidden behind the crumpled remains of the once black hood. Now the black paint was shattered and peeling, the base coat beneath appearing in areas where the paint had been completely ripped off. The growing scene of a storm on the hood and sides of the car looked like a nightmare from some horror book, the ragged remains of the gray clouds depicting some awful scene from a toddler's nightmare.
Puffs of blue smoke or vapor randomly erupted from different areas beneath the crinkled hood and there were occasional arcs of electricity zapping from one component to another. Radiator fluid leaked into a bright green pool beneath the car and there was the faint odor of oil blending into the stillness of the air.
"We need to get her out of there," Mikey said as he slowly approached the driver's side of the car. He noticed right off the bat that the girl's head was leaning against the steering wheel and she wasn't moving in the slightest, which proved that things weren't good.
"Will the door open?" Jon asked as he came to stand next to Mikey. Not only had the front end of the car been destroyed, but it had messed up the door mechanisms on the car as well and you could tell just by a glance that there was some damage where the door fit to the front quarter panel of the car. If the hinges had been bent or worse, broke, the door might not open and that would put a little crease in their plan of getting her out of the car.
"Only one way to find out," Mikey replied as he grabbed hold of the door handle and yanked. It didn't budge. He pulled harder and grunted from the exertion. It still didn't move so much as an inch.
The door was refusing to open, or even to make an attempt to open. It was jammed tight.
"So now what?" Jon asked as he glanced from Mikey to the unconscious girl still in the car.
"Get the crowbar from Crash-er, Thunderhead," Mikey ordered. "We're going to open this tin can like a can of sardines if we have to."
Jon just nodded his head and quickly ran for the piece of shit he called a car. After quickly popping the trunk and grabbing the crowbar from its storage place, he headed back to where Mikey was still standing. The Latino male was staring with feigned concentration at the jammed door, one of the fingers of his hand randomly beating a strange rhythm on his front teeth.
"I really hate to have to bust that window in, but it's the only way we're going to be able to get her out." Mikey finally said as he turned to face his teammate. "Glass is going to rain all over the place on the inside of that car, including on her." He gestured for Jon to hand him the crowbar.
"It's a possibility we're going to have to take, especially if we want to get her out." Jon said as he handed the crowbar to his teammate.
"She's in no immediate danger." Mikey responded. "Maybe if we try a little harder with the door, maybe it'll finally budge and open."
Jon bent down to have a good look at the damage inflicted on the sides. He raised a hand to run it over the joint between door and front quarter panel. The quarter panel had been forced back by a couple of millimeters, just enough to effect the opening and closing of the door.
"I don't think it will. The quarter panel's been pushed back and is impeding the door's opening. We'd have to use the crowbar to attempt to open the door and even then there's no guarantee that we'd be able to get it opened." Jon said as he stood up and dusted his hands off on his pants.
"So we resort to breaking the glass," Mikey responded. He didn't give Jon the chance to respond as he lifted the crowbar and heaved it toward the driver's side window. There was the sound of breaking glass as the crowbar met with the window. "Well, that's that."
Jon just made an agreeing sound low in this throat.
"Now let's get her out of there, shall we?" Mikey said as he threw the long piece of sculpted metal onto the dirt of the ground. It landed with a dull thud and threw particles of dust into the air. Then it was paid no more mind.
"And exactly how are we supposed to do that?" Jon asked as he stared in befuddlement at the young woman sitting in a very awkward position within the car. Her being slumped over and unconscious wasn't helping their rescue effort very much.
Mikey blew a breath out between his lips and turned to regard Jon with one of those looks that asked 'And-were-you-born-yesterday-or-something-because-I'm-seriously-beginning-to-think-you-were?' In a calm voice that belied his growing agitation with his teammate he answered, "We unbuckle her seatbelt and pull her out by her arms. Does that sound to hard for you poor brain to comprehend?" Then in a softer voice as if he didn't want his teammate to hear what it was he was saying he added, "I swear sometimes you've knocked your head against your steering wheel entirely too many times in all those damn accidents you've had."
Jon glared at Mikey for the span of a heartbeat, "I heard you I hope you know."
Mikey gave a smile that was something similar to the look a lion would give its prey just before it pounced on it, "That was the whole idea in the first place."
Jon wore a look of bewilderment but chose not to respond.
"Shall we get to work now or would you like to continue this little banter of ours while she's lying injured in her car?" Mikey finally said once he came to the conclusion that Jon wasn't going to take his bait.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I'm going to lean her back in her seat, I want you to reach in and undo her seatbelt. Think you can handle that?" Mikey quipped.
Jon gave him a look, "Yeah, I think I can handle that."
"Good," Mikey responded as he reached in and gently pushed Kara back against her seat. He was careful not to jar her neck to much since he didn't know if there was any damage to her neck or spinal cord. He didn't think it would be wise to inflict anymore possible damage than what had already been caused.
"Now grab the seatbelt, would you?"
"Getting it," Jon responded as he reached in and grabbed the release for the lap belt. There was the sound of a click and the seatbelt became slack in his grasp. Carefully he eased it back away from her then undid the harnesses that also kept her secure in her seat, but somehow they had given way. One of the securing harnesses was frayed, probably a defect in the material and the result was it coming loose from the impact and allowing the young woman to pitch forward towards the steering wheel from the impact of the crash.
"This looks familiar," Jon said softly as he surveyed the frayed piece of harness.
"Whatdya mean?" Mikey asked as he continued to hold the girl in an upright position, not allowing her to slump forward again.
"Serena's harness had a similar defect if you recall. It's what allowed her to go flying forward and snap her neck the way she did. This girl was lucky she didn't befall the same fate. I wonder if there's something wrong with the material that's allowing it to fray this way."
"Can we get her out of the car and investigate this later?" Mikey asked.
"Yeah, sure," Jon responded.
"Good, now grab hold of her other arm and we'll pull her out of this pile of junk. For some reason I'm beginning to think that Sunfires aren't good for tuners. This is the second one I've seen that's ended up as a pile of junk."
Both young men pulled the unconscious form from the car, taking care not to jerk her body around to much, fearing that by doing so they might inflict even more damage. Carefully they laid her on the ground near the car, it was then that Mikey decided to take an inventory of her injuries.
He carefully removed her racing helmet and sucked in a breath. There was a large gash across her forehead and a tickle of blood was still seeping from it. He quickly checked her arms and legs and decided that none of them were broken, at least not that he could tell. She didn't give any reactions of pain, but then again it would be hard to tell with her being unconscious and all.
He wasn't about to check her ribs, he felt that that would be an invasion of privacy and a little to intimate for his tastes. "Aside from the gash on her head, I can't find anything else wrong with her. Let's put her in Omega One and head up to where Court and Let should be at. See how things are going with Bass Assault."
"Sounds good to me," Jon said.
Carefully they carried Kara to the red Civic and with extreme caution they sat her inside the car. Mikey fastened the belts to make sure she wouldn't go anywhere then turned around to say something to Jon.
It was at that moment that he caught a brief flash of something from beneath the crinkled front end of the Sunfire. Seconds later the car went up in a bright flash of light. The explosion literally knocked his feet out from underneath him and with a curse he felt his body connect hard with the ground. He heard Jon go down hard as well and heard the exclamation from his teammate as his body hit the hard ground. If this wasn't pleasant!
"Shit!" He cursed once he had gotten his feet beneath him once more. "I wasn't expecting that."
"And you think I was?" Jon quipped from beside him as he brushed yet even more dust from his pants and shirt. "Well, if that car wasn't totaled before, it is now."
Mikey turned to stare at the smoldering carcass of the Sunfire, "That's for certain. Hope she has a backup car." He walked around the front end of his own car and surveyed the damage. There were a few dings and dents from flying shrapnel, but other than that there didn't seem to be much in the way of inflicted damage from the explosion.
Thunderhead hadn't been so lucky since it had been parked closer to the Sunfire. Its front windshield was busted and there was a nice flaming hunk of something sitting in the passenger seat. Jon cursed as he made a mad dash for his car, hoping he could put the fire out before it spread throughout his beloved pile of gas eating crap.
Popping the trunk he grabbed a fire extinguisher and promptly began spraying it through the shattered windshield. Within moments he had the fire out and was surveying the rest of the damage done to his car. Other than the busted windshield and fire damage to the passenger seat, things seemed ok. There were a few scratches and dings along the body and a nice sized dent in the hood, but otherwise the damage appeared minimal.
Within moments they heard the gunning of engines and turned to watch as Street Thunder and Powerdyne appeared, stirring up dust and dirt in their wake. The two cars came to a shuddering halt and Leti and Courtney jumped from their cars before they were even completely stopped. Trinity took a little more time getting out of Street Thunder and didn't appear to be in any hurry; she was moving about as slow as an old granny with a walker.
"What happened?" Courtney asked as she came to a halt next to Omega One. She turned her gaze to take in the burning carcass of the other car and her eyes widened in surprise. "How?" Was all she managed to ask.
Trinity walked up more slowly, a limp evident as she favored her right leg. She turned her blue eyes to the blazing car and raised her eyebrows in interest. "And I thought Assault was in bad shape, that car's even worse off." Then she looked at Mikey and Omega One and noticed the other driver sitting in the passenger seat. "At least you managed to get her out before it went up in flames. Is she ok?"
"I'm guessing she took a nice blow to the head and she's got a head wound, but otherwise I couldn't find a thing wrong with her. She's out for the count right now though. Plus I don't think she's going to be waking up anytime soon." Mikey answered. "How 'bout you? Are you ok? And what about Assault?"
Trinity shook her head in answer. "I'll make it. I hit my knee off of the steering column but it's not anything that won't heal with time. I've got a major case of whip lash and my head's throbbing, but I can deal with those."
"And what about Bass Assault?" Mikey asked again noticing that she hadn't answered his question about the blue Lancer, which in and of itself proved that things were bad for the car.
Trinity looked back the way they had come then turned back around to look at Mikey. "She's out for the count permanently I would have to say. If we can get her shipped to Moon's, he can take a good look at her and tell me whether or not she should be scrapped, but until then I won't know for sure. The damage is extensive though." She shook her head and sighed. "I was forced into the cliff side a couple of times."
Mikey shook his head; this accident reminded him to much of another accident. An accident that had claimed the life of one of his friends and had totaled another car; though Trinity didn't like hearing that, as far as she was concerned both of those cars were going to be rebuilt. Somehow or another at least.
Trinity looked at the weary and dust smeared faces of her team. "Let's get back, I'm sure the others are worried and would like to know what happened. Let's not keep them waiting any longer than we have too, ok?"
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To say that the others were worried would have been an understatement. They were beyond worried; they were more within the proximity of being terrified. Vert was pacing back and forth, watching the distance for any trace of a dust trail that would give an indication that the cars were returning. Not only was he worried for his cousin, but he was worried for Kara as well. Something had happened, they'd heard the crash and minutes later the loud explosion.
Someone's car had gone up in flames and it was tearing him to pieces not knowing whose. He didn't know if he could deal with it if it was Trinity's car, he'd already lost one cousin, he didn't think he'd be able keep his sanity intact if he lost another. Then what of Kara? What if she'd been hurt?
He shook his head and continued his pacing, not liking as time continued to pass. Not liking not knowing!
"Everything's going to be all right," Kurt said as he laid a comforting hand on Vert's shoulder.
Vert stopped his pacing and turned watery eyes to his friend, "You don't know that!" He shouted, allowing his emotions to get the better of him. "Someone's car went up in flames, we heard the explosion. What if they were still in the car? What if…" he couldn't finish the sentence, to do so might bring his thoughts to life.
"They both are fine, you have to think positively. The Winds blew out of here like there was no tomorrow, you have to believe they got to which ever car it was before it exploded." Kurt said, looking directly into Vert's eyes. He could see that his friend was fighting his emotions, was holding back the tears that so badly wanted to fall.
"They should have been back by now," Vert said, the feeling of hopelessness lodging in his chest and refusing to go away. He glanced around at the others; they were discreetly looking in every direction but at him, attempting to allow him his privacy as his emotions rolled out of control. He looked back at Kurt and poked a finger into the other man's chest, "You don't understand Kurt! I don't think I could handle having to call Trin's parents up and telling them that they'd lost another daughter. She's all they have left!"
Kurt remained quiet, allowing Vert's emotions to run their course. He could partly understand what he was feeling. Though he had never physically lost a loved one, he'd come close to it when his and Markie's relationship had failed.
"And what about Dr. Tezla, how are we going to break the news to him if it was Kara's car and they couldn't get her out in time?" Vert's eyes started to take on a wild look. "They should have been back by now, it's been to long!"
"Vert," it was Nolo speaking this time. When he had approached the two, Kurt didn't know, he hadn't seen their leader walk up to them.
"Vert, look, there's a dust trail in the distance. I think they're on their way back." Nolo said as he pointed into the distance. Vert turned to look in the direction he was pointing and then he too noticed the trail of dust.
The four remaining Atomic Winds cars closed the distance within minutes, their engines rumbling as they came closer and closer. It was possible to tell that there were two people in Street Thunder as well as Omega One. Vert allowed a sigh of relief to pass briefly across his lips.
Street Thunder came to a shuddering halt, the tires continuing in their forward motion as the brakes attempted to stop the car on a dime. It just wasn't happening with the loose dirt and gravel of the desert. Powerdyne did the same thing, the car continuing to careen forward as the brakes squealed in protest. Omega One and Thunderhead weren't traveling quite as fast and they managed their stops a little better than the first two.
Vert started running for Street Thunder once the car came to a complete stop but changed his course for Omega One once he noticed that Trinity was getting out of Courtney's car and appeared unharmed. Kara on the other hand wasn't moving and Mikey was moving to the passenger side of his ride to take a better look at his passenger.
"Is she all right?" Vert asked as he stopped next to his cousins' teammate.
Mikey turned around to look at him and shook his head sadly, "We managed to get her out of her car before it went up, but I honestly think she needs to go to a hospital. She took a nasty blow to the head," he said as he indicated the gash on her forehead. "That was even with her helmet on so there's no telling how bad the damage would've been without one on. She's lucky, would be my guess, to be alive."
"We'll take her back to the manor; Dr. Tezla and Lani have an infirmary set up there. Its state of the art and they'll be able to provide everything there for her that a hospital would." Vert said, not wanting to take his friend to a hospital. It would take to long to get her there and time might be of the essence.
"Your call," Trinity said from behind him.
He turned around to look at her, his eyes quickly surveying her body to see if he could detect any noticeable damage. She appeared unharmed save for a slight limp. She seemed to be favoring her right leg as well.
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The ride back to the new manor was uneventful, at least as uneventful as it could be with everyone packed into the four cars. Vert had decided to ride with Mikey in Omega One so he could keep an eye on Kara, he'd been torn between riding with her or riding with Trinity but his cousin had assured him that she was fine. Kurt had decided that he'd ride with them as well. Kurt was sitting shot gun with Vert in the back of the Civic keeping a close eye on the unconscious Kara.
Street Thunder was a two seater only, but somehow they had managed to pack three people into the Supra. Shirako had decided to go with Vert's cousins and for once Vert's mind wasn't on the fact that his friend was stuck in a car with Trinity, it had completely slipped his mind with everything else that was going on. Now, you may ask how they managed to put three people in a car that was equipped to handle only two? That's easily explained, Trinity got stuck sitting on Shirako's lap, much to her dismay.
Now Leti and Powerdyne seemed to run into the same problem as Street Thunder for the Mustang was a four seater and had five people in it. Tork, Nolo, Taro and Karma had opted to ride with Shirako's cousin, which seemed a bit strange; you'd think Shirako would've rode with his own cousin. Nah, he wanted to check the system out in the Supra, he already knew what was packed in the Mustang afterall…he had helped install the system in the first place. Tork was riding up front with Leti with Nolo, Karma and Taro in the back, Karma basically sitting on Taro's lap. Not that she minded much.
Jon and Thunderhead got stuck with Monkey, Pork Chop and Wylde. Wylde of course said he was not riding in the back with Monkey so Pork Chop got stuck with that job. At least no one had to worry about sitting on anyone else's lap in the Neon!
Mikey kept glancing in his review mirror to see how Kara was doing. She was lying across the back seat with her head resting on Vert's lap as his fingers unconsciously played around with her hair. His mind seemed to be in some far off place, his eyes staring into the distance without really seeing anything.
"She still out cold?" Mikey decided to ask even though he already knew the answer. He figured Trin's cousin could use something to take his mind off of what had occurred. There seemed to be some connection between Vert and this Kara girl even though neither one of them seemed to want to acknowledge it, at least that was the vibe he had gotten so far.
Vert's eyes focused on Mikey by way of the review mirror. "Yeah," he answered simply.
Kurt turned around in the front passenger seat and looked at Vert, "She's going to be ok, she's tough, it'll take a lot more than this to take her out. She'll be up and at 'em in a few days and we won't even be able to tell that anything happened. Though she's going to be pissed about her car."
Vert nodded his head but didn't respond, he really didn't feel like talking at the moment.
Meanwhile, in Street Thunder, Trinity was deciding whether or not she wanted to kill the guy whose lap she was stuck sitting on. "You try touching that damn button one more time and I'm gonna break your fingers for you!" She shouted as she noticed for the umpteenth time that his hand was slowly wondering toward the controls for the stereo. She couldn't count how many times he had attempted to change the CD track that was playing.
She happened to like this song even if it didn't fit in very well with the normal music that could be heard blaring from any of the speakers from any one of the Atomic Winds cars. Country was not her favorite type of music to listen to, in fact it was her least favorite but there was just something about this song that spoke to her heart and soul. There was something about it that brought tears to her eyes…though she knew what it was.
It was the lyrics to the song, they spoke about a lost loved one and what the possibilities could have been had they lived. It was by Kenny Chesney and was titled 'Who You'd Be Today' and she loved it more than she thought was possible and it always brought her near to tears when she heard it.
"This is Country," she heard the boy, she believe his name was Shirako, exclaim as if the fact that Country music was blaring from Street Thunder's speakers was a sin of some sort.
If it was any other Country song she probably would have been implored to agree with him on that account, but it wasn't and she wasn't.
She turned around to glare at him, "Yeah, and your point would be what?"
"It's Country!" He responded as if that short answer would explain everything.
"I happen to like this song," she shot back. "And if you try changing the song again you'll be riding outside on the hood, capeesh?"
He just simply stared at her but didn't respond, she took this as his reluctant agreement not to attempt to touch the controls for the stereo again. Probably good for him because she hadn't been joking with her threat of putting him on the hood of the Supra.
It wouldn't be the first time it had been done and it damn well wouldn't be the last!
She wiggled around a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position but found it near difficult with the limited leg room and the fact that her head was still pounding but she refused to turn the volume of the music down. She sighed and leaned her head back, it came to rest on his shoulder and she allowed her eyes to close briefly.
"Sorry," she finally said as she felt his eyes on her. "I'm just so tired all of a sudden and my head's still pounding. It feels like I got ran over by a couple thousand horses and then they decided to turn around and repeat it all over again." Her body was crying out for sleep and she was refusing to give in to its demand.
"Just don't go to sleep," Courtney warned from the driver's seat.
"Yeah, I know," Trinity said as she waved a hand in the air, her eyes still closed.
She felt Shirako move slightly, moving her just a bit so she was situated more comfortably against his body. She sighed and allowed her body to relax a bit more; her head lulling completely back against his shoulder. "I'm just so tired," she said softly.
"Just don't go to sleep," she heard his voice say softly in her ear. His warm breath against her ear sent shivers through her body, which he must've felt for he suddenly wrapped one of his arms around her. She heard the click of the heater and then felt his other arm wrap itself around her as well.
"You cold?" Courtney asked.
"No," she responded.
"She was shivering," Shirako answered.
"Ok, so maybe a little," she lied, not wanting to voice the fact that it had been his breath against her ear that had caused her to shiver.
Her mind was slowly beginning to wonder, images passing before her mind's eye and her heart shuddered in her chest. She was watching Wyldfyre and Cobalt Blue, but it wasn't really them. It was but it wasn't, the paint schemes weren't right. Both cars were supposed to be blue, but these two cars were silver and purple. The light of a rising moon turning the silver molten and causing the purple accents and windows to gleam in the moonlight.
Suddenly there was a third car in the mix, Street Thunder, but again the paint scheme was wrong. As with Wyldfyre and Cobalt Blue, this Street Thunder was silver and purple. The three cars were speeding down the highway, switching from one lane to another, passing other cars like they were sitting still.
She watched as Wyldfyre swerved over in front of Cobalt Blue and Street Thunder suddenly swerved in the opposite direction, coming up along the other side of the Cobalt. The Cobalt dropped back and the Supra swerved over into the other lane so it was running right next to the Sunfire. The Sunfire also dropped back and swerved over behind the Supra so that now it was running beside the Cobalt. They continued this for a while, switching spots, accelerating, dropping back only to swerve to one side or the other.
Then the Sunfire misjudged something and careened into the Cobalt, they both went spinning out of control. The Cobalt struck the median strip and the Sunfire went head-on into a light pole.
Trinity's body tightened as a scream erupted from her throat, her eyes flying open as the images of the Cobalt and Sunfire still flashed before her open eyes. She felt arms tighten their hold around her waist and she suddenly remembered that she was riding in her cousin's car. What her mind had conjured up had never happened, would never happen.
"You all right?" she heard a male voice ask from beside her. She turned to look and found herself staring into Leti's cousin's face. There was concern in his eyes as he gazed at her from behind his lightly tinted shades.
Her eyes darted over to Courtney who was staring at her with worry in her own emerald green eyes. Courtney's eyes momentarily slipped back to the road before her, checking that she was still on course then looked back at Trinity again. "Are you ok Trin?" she questioned.
Trinity nodded her head, her voice momentarily stuck in her throat. She coughed slightly, trying to work moisture back into her mouth, "Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, her mind was still shell-shocked by what she had seen. "It was just a nightmare, that's all."
"The accident?" Courtney questioned.
Trinity nodded her head. "Cobalt Blue," she said simply and watched as Courtney nodded her head in understanding. She laid her head back against Shirako's shoulder again and allowed her eyes to close. The images flashed before her eyes again and her body shuddered.
She felt Shirako tighten his hold on her, "Don't be falling asleep again, I shouldn't have let you in the first place."
"I won't," she responded, "Believe me, I won't."
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Lani stared at the readouts before her. Kara was still unconscious, but at least her head wound had quit bleeding. It was now wrapped in gauze, the starkness of the white standing out against her tanned skin. Kara had a concussion and a severe one from what the readouts were telling her. The girl was lucky that the force of the blow hadn't rattled her brain around inside of her skull, she was even luckier to be alive.
"She gonna be all right?" she heard someone ask from the doorway and turned around to look at the speaker.
Nolo stood there, his eyes staring worriedly at Tezla's niece. Lani offered him a sad smile and gently shrugged her shoulders, "She has a severe concussion." She answered. "She's lucky to be a live, right now only time will tell really."
Nolo seemed to digest this for a moment then finally nodded his head. He slowly walked into the room and stopped next to Lani. He looked at her then turned his dark eyes to look down at his unconscious friend. "Was it worse than we thought?"
Lani looked sadly up at him, "It's bad Nolo but I don't think it's going to kill her. From what Mikey and Jon explained and the condition of her car, it's my guess that it was a head-on collision. Granted, her car had an aftermarket roll cage installed in it, but you can only fortify a factory car so much, her car didn't hold the strength that your cars did."
Nolo nodded his head; he understood what Lani was saying without her even saying it. Kara was extremely lucky to even be alive.
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"I'm taking Street Thunder," Trinity said.
Courtney glared at her, "Excuse me?"
"I said I'm taking Street Thunder," Trinity repeated. "I can't very likely take Bass Assault now can I?" She questioned and waved her hand in the direction of the junked car. The Lancer and Sunfire had been brought in shortly after the group of teens had arrived back at the manor and the two injured drivers were seen to.
Courtney planted her hands on her hips and glared at her cousin, "You're not taking my car anywhere, especially after that accident!"
Trinity glared at her cousin for a split second than turned around and walked slowly over to the carcass of the blue Lancer. "I need to get a new car, it's not like I'm gonna be able to drive this around," she threw over her shoulder.
"You're not taking my car anywhere; besides, I don't care what Lani says, I don't think you should be driving. You're still limping and you damn well can't tell me that your knee isn't bothering you, I can tell by the look on your face it still is. And what about your head? You hit your head too, ya know!"
"What's a little pain?" Trinity shot back, "Besides, I've been hurt a lot worse than this before. Remember?"
Courtney threw her hands up in the air and felt the urge to scream. "I'm not giving you the keys to my car, you can just forget it!"
Trinity glared at her for a split second, and then turned her attention back to Bass Assault. She reached into the cockpit and pulled the release lever for the hood. There was a light sound of a metallic click and the hood popped marginally. Walking around to the front of the car, still limping slightly, she pulled on the hood. It didn't want to give at first.
Slipping her fingers beneath the slight raise in the hood, she started to poke and prod until she found the release mechanism she was looking for. Pushing on the peg that was still lodged in the release mechanism she yanked on the hood and gave a satisfied smile as it gave way.
Courtney walked up beside her, a bewildered expression crossing her face. "What in the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing," Trinity answered.
"The hell you aren't!"
Trinity placed the support rod in the small groove on the underside of the hood then turned to look at Courtney. "I'm not doing anything so don't worry about it." She responded then turned her attention back to the damaged engine of the Lancer. She reached somewhere near the back of the engine, just in front of the firewall, and pulled out a small, flat silver disc.
Courtney's eyes opened wide as she caught sight of the disc. There was a small red light blinking on the underside of it and on the top was what looked like a picture of a purple wheel. "Trinity," she gasped.
Trinity looked back up at her and her blue eyes were flashing in warning. "I told you not to worry about it, so don't."
Courtney took a step back, "But that's a-" She started only to have Trinity cut her off.
"I know what it is," she snarled as she placed the disc in one of her front pockets. "I also told you not to worry about it, didn't I? Now, are you going to give me the keys to Street Thunder or not?"
Courtney didn't utter a word, but she grabbed the keys from her pocket and handed them to her cousin. Trinity grabbed the keys from her cousin, "Thanks. Now if anyone should ask, just tell them I went into town to look for a new car, ok? I'll be back as soon as I'm done, got it?"
Courtney just nodded her head. Apparently she didn't know her cousin at all anymore.
Ah, the plot thickens, no? Questions? Comments? Then by all means leave them in a review, I can not say this enough, I live on reviews as well as thriving on them! 'The Truth That Lies Beyond The Lies' is quickly approaching its end and I think it's going to be an ending that will be full of surprises.
All signed reviews have been replied to, now just to say a few words to those who left anon. reviews…
Chase Wheeler: As always, it's a pleasure to have you review and I'm so very glad that you still think that the chapters are awesome. Glad you're not upset that Leti and Vert won't be getting together…she's going to be leaning toward another character later on. I hope you paid close attention to who was riding in Powerdyne with her. Glad you like Kara, unfortunately I can't take credit for her or her past, she was created by KTezla and I'm just borrowing with permission, which I have got to say that I greatly appreciate! I can only hope that I continue to put out awesome chapters, I try my best and I have got to say that this is so far my favorite chapter, at least for the moment. Thanks so very much for the review, it definitely made my day!
Moriko: Hmmm, that's a very good question, I'm not sure why it seems to be a continuing debate with me and a few others (names won't be mentioned but glares at KawaiiYamato). We just seem to have an obsession with Shirako and neither one of us wants to really give up our supposed rights, lol. You can have Wylde, I'll give him to you with open arms…robotic arm and all. Though he's fun to play around with, his personality is something of interest. I'm glad you think it's a great fic and believe me when I say I definitely plan on continuing it. Though it is quickly approaching its end but I have a sequel in the works once this is completed. Thank you so very, very much for your review!
Kara: I do agree, it was a pretty damn good chapter and I was quite happy with its turn out. As for your comment about Mikey and his 'accident' it was a priceless scene that just begged to be written. I just loved the thought of a 'big, macho man' having the living shit scared out of him and the after effects of that fear…it was just to good not to put in the chapter. I'm glad I got Kara down, I had to reread your posts a couple of times off the Ultimate Online Forum just to make certain I was getting things within a somewhat believable perspective. I'm glad I did a pretty good job of it, I was really very worried as I was writing the chapter. As for her car, I just took some of what you'd already told and added some of my own details. The lightning down the sides and the raindrops were from a car I use to own but it ended up in the junkyard…something we really don't need to discuss, lol. But that's how I ended up with the nickname of Wings of Speed as well as Crash and Burn…Raving lunatic? Nah, not at all, at least not when you're reviewing my fic, I'll take all the praise I can get! Don't worry about not always being able to comment, I can understand. I work on my story on my days off, it's the only time I have time. I just may take you up on the offer of using the rest of your gang, it would definitely make things a lot more interesting, not that they aren't already.