Chapter 14 - He's my Uncle
"Ugh…my head…I feel like shit," poor Boost growled while closing his eyes tightly, as he and Queen were still waiting for their drinks at Flo's.
"Told ya you should've gotten more sleep," Queen pointed out with a smirk.
"You're just happy 'cause you're head don't feel like it's gettin' ripped apart."
"No, it doesn't, but that doesn't mean you're the only one having a bad morning."
"Oh? You're referring ta that nightmare-ish memory? The one that's SO horrible that ya won't even discuss it out loud?"
"I know you don't mean that. It's just the hangover talking."
"You have no idea…"
"Here's your drinks, guys!" Mia informed as she quickly pulled up and unloaded their coffees from her silver tray, and she drove off before they could thank her.
"I swear, if they forgot the extra cream again, I'm gonna lose it," Boost grunted while taking his drink and pulling off the lid to make sure the extra cream was there.
"But that's not gonna help you're headache, is it?" Queen mockingly informed before taking a sip of her coffee.
"Queen, if ya care 'bout me so much, than why don't 'cha just admit ya love me already?" Boost questioned with a cocky smirk.
"Don't be so confident in yourself, Mister. I play hard ta get," Queen chuckled.
"Oh, I know. You've been nothing ever since we met."
"Good. That means I'm only pulling you closer."
"Oh, if it's close you want…" Boost suddenly shuffled over until he was pressed against Queen's side, and she had nowhere to go because there was a gas pump on her other side, so she was trapped.
"You're no chick magnet, but you are pretty irresistible, Boost," Queen snickered in defeat.
"Hey!" a firm voice called, and Queen and Boost instantly perked up when a serious Sheriff rolled up to them, "You two hooligans were out late, right?"
"H-how do you know that?" Queen stuttered as she and Boost shared nervous glances.
"I followed you to the Wheel Well, but that's not important. Did you see any suspicious trucks last night?"
"No."
"I was too drunk ta give a crap."
"Well, victims have reported a long-time wanted criminal in the area. He's a black Ford f150 with green eyes and a New York license plate, so keep an eye out for him."
Just the description alone was making Queen's engine turn cold, and she started quivering quite noticeably.
"You alright there, Missy?" Sheriff questioned with concern, and Boost couldn't help but be concerned over her shaking too.
"U-uh…w-what's his name?" Queen finally asked, her voice meek with fear.
"Sawyer Annabelle."
Queen's eyes immediately shot wide upon hearing that name, as many horrible bad memories about him fluttered into her mind; what he did to her, her family, and just everything that made him the monster he was.
"Yo, Queen, you're spacin'. You ok?" Boost piped up.
"N-no…I'm in trouble!" Queen's voice was small at first, but it turned into a cry for help when she suddenly sped out of the café. And when Boost tried to go after her, Sheriff quickly stopped him.
"Let 'er be, Sonny Boy. If I know anything about women, ya gotta let 'em deal with their past alone; otherwise, she'll give ya the horrible reverse psychology/silent treatment. Trust me, I know," Sheriff grimly pointed out.
"B-but you just said there was a criminal around!" Boost protested.
"I didn't say he was spotted near Radiator Springs. But don't worry. If that punk does show his face anywhere near here, Angel and I will taze some sense inta him."
"Yeah, right. How would an old man like you know anything about girls?! And you ain't the boss a' me, grandma!" With that, Boost purposely turned and kicked up dust in Sheriff's face and sped after Queen.
Meanwhile, the said female yellow Ford Mustang drove all the way out to Willie's Butte, bawling and shaking in terror.
"Hey, Queenie!"
Queen jumped upon hearing Angel's voice, and she quickly wiped her tears away before the black Lamborghini pulled up to her left side.
"That's the second time you've sped through town at dangerous speeds. What is wrong with you?" Angel clearly wasn't happy about Queen speeding, and she glared at her while waiting for an answer.
"I'm in trouble…I-I'm in trouble, Angel! You gotta help me!" Queen snapped and suddenly grabbed Angel and shook her violently.
"Ok, whoa, whoa! Calm down! Don't touch a commanding officer. Now, tell me what's wrong already," Angel demanded and pushed the frantic Ford Mustang off.
"Did you hear about the Ford f150?!"
"Yeah, Uncle Sheriff radioed a while ago. But what about him?"
"He's out ta get me, I just know it!"
"Out to get you? What are you talking about?"
"Sawyer, he's my uncle!"
"What?!"
"Yeah! And he killed my-!"
Suddenly, a thunderous gunshot echoed throughout the desert air, and it could even be heard all the way back in town, making the townsfolk stop in their tracks.
But they were the ones least in danger compared to Angel and Queen, as a large truck by the same description of Sheriff's from earlier crept out of the bushes from hiding, and he grasped a hand gun in his right front tire.
"Ah-ah-ah. Don't you dare rat me out, Queenie," Sawyer growled deeply, paralyzing the girls with fear, which made him grin, "How's my favorite niece been?"
"What was that?"
"Sounded like a gunshot!"
"Where did it come from?!"
Frantic and paranoid comments echoed throughout the café and the rest of town, as no one could figure out where the source of the shooting was.
"Calm down, everyone! This crowdin' and fear isn't gonna help!" Sheriff boomed angrily, making a majority of the population of Radiator Springs finally calm down.
"Hey, it sounded like it came from Willie's Butte!" Wingo pointed out loudly.
"Angel's patrollin' out there," Sheriff informed with realization.
"What?!" Wingo exclaimed.
Meanwhile, the girls out on Willie's Butte still weren't faring any better; even when Angel attempted to pull out her tazer and shock him, he quickly blocked with his other front tire and ripped the device from her grasp.
"I know you newbies don't guns yet. Just tazers and night sticks, right? Well, news flash, Sister: a bullet through your pretty little head beats electricity and sticks ANY day," Sawyer chuckled darkly while aiming at Angel, who was guarding Queen.
But just before he could pull the trigger, a purple Kyoku Jitsu blazed into the scene and braked in front of Angel; just as Sawyer fired, and he struck Boost in the back right tire.
"Boost?!" Queen and Angel exclaimed in shock, as the said Kyoku Jitsu cried out and grunted in pain, and his tire was quickly leaking air and blood.
"You wanna die too?! That fine by me!" Sawyer scolded and aimed his gun again, but another force, a bright green and purple Wingo Gashi in particular, suddenly swooped in and prevented him from hitting anyone by ramming into his side at full speed.
This resulted in both Sawyer and Wingo tumbling down the rise, and rolling onto the tracks; luckily, they merely escaped with a few bad dents and scratches, and they landed right side up when they stopped rolling.
"Wingo?! What are you doing?!" Angel cried in terror.
"Bein' a good citizen!" Wingo replied with a smirk after he shook the pain off, and he glared at Sawyer afterwards, "NO ONE gets away with hurtin' girls like that! You're vile, man! You disgust me!"
"Oh? You think THAT'S disgusting?" Sawyer cackled and smiled a huge toothy grin at the Wingo Gashi, "I killed my brother in cold blood, I killed his wife when she didn't love me back—and now I'm gonna kill my brother's only daughter!"
"No, you're not!" Before Sawyer could comprehend it, he glanced up to find Boost suddenly launching himself off from atop the rise, and he literally bounced off of Sawyer's top after landing really hard on him.
"OW! WHY, YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FER THAT!" Sawyer's voice was practically louder than thunder, as he started chasing Boost around Willie's Butte. Luckily, despite one tire already blown out, Boost's nitrous tank managed to keep him fast enough to avoid the raging black truck.
"Ya wanna hit me?! C'mon then! I'll make it easy for ya!" Boost called mockingly and slowing enough after the first turn for Sawyer to catch up. Unfortunately, like he planned, the truck didn't veer to his right, towards the huge cactus pit hidden by the high rise ledge of the dirt track like he needed.
The plan was to make push him off the track and into the cactus pit, giving Sheriff or other authorities time to catch up and deal with him once and for all. But with Sawyer on his left instead of his right, Boost was running out of options and time; especially when Sawyer grinned evilly at him and aimed his gun at him.
But as Boost was staring down the barrel of the gun, he saw hope in the distance quickly approaching. And with that acknowledgement, Boost suddenly sped up again, moving out of the way just in time before Wingo side-swiped Sawyer and sent him slipping off the track and into the cactus pit.
But even though Wingo was lucky enough to drift and stop himself in time before sharing Sawyer's fate, Boost wasn't as lucky and was heading for the second turn on the track. At the end was the same cactus pit, the same one he crashed into when he raced Queen; only this time he wouldn't make it because he knew that another horrible crash like that would damage his engine beyond repair.
And the population of Radiator Springs watched in horror as Boost desperately tried to put on his breaks, but he could never stop in time, and…
CRASH
Wow...yeah, I won't lie, this was an intense chapter to write, but I feel like it's a little rushed. Does it feel rushed to you? I hope not.
Anyway, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. And with that being said, this is probably the second last chapter, so there'll only be one chapter left(maybe two).But what will happen to Boost? Will he live, or die? And how will Queen react?
Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!