Disclaimer There is violence in this chapter and gore, but it's oil, so it may not be like gore gore, but you know. I own Laura, Halie, Harvey, Sam, Samson and Sydney, Blazer and Mark.

"Night is falling." Samson remarked, looking up at the stars.

Sam looked up too. It was probably 10:00, but he didn't care. They had to find some place to rest. He could see Harvey, who was asleep on his tires and even Samson looked exhausted. Looking around, Sam's eyes caught what looked like an abandoned shack.

"Come on." He muttered at drove up to it. Harvey and Samson followed looking up at it with uneasiness.

Quietly opening the door, he went in. Harvey drove in front of his friend, up a ramp of some sort. A rail, which provided a view of the shack below, was where Harvey looked over, horror in his eyes. Sam and Samson looked too, to see a lone purple car in the middle of the shack. Wonder who it was.

Halie opened her eyes, but felt the pain in her fender again. Looking down, she saw oil all around the fender. A shadow fell across her and when she looked up; she saw the blazer smirking down at her.

"Well well well, not so tough now, are you?" Halie was too tired to reply, besides, a parking boot had been put on her tire.

"Please what do you want?" she asked.

The blazer just looked at her. "I know you live in Radiator Springs, my dear. You see, your father was, or used to be a friend of mine. But a long time ago, he ended my racing career."

Halie looked up at the car in shock. "You used to race?"

The blazer looked at her. "Yes, but I crashed, because of your father, and was so beat up, they had to put new parts on me."

Halie narrowed her eyes. "So what do you want?"

The blazer looked at her, anger in his eyes. "I need the location of that town so I can wreak my revenge on your father."

Halie growled. "First off, why not use a map? And second off, if you ever lay a tire on my father, I'll rip you apart."

The blazer gripped her other fender with his tire. "There are no maps out in the middle of nowhere, honey. And if you don't tell me, I'll be the one that rips you apart."

Halie wasn't scared, but was filled with shock as Sydney and Laura were roughly pushed out into the open.

"Alright then, if you don't tell me, I'll kill you friends."

Halie looked at her friends, the blazer and then back. What would she do?

Harvey growled as the blazer seized up his sister. Sam and Samson struggled to hold him back. "No Harvey. Not yet!"

"We will get caught!"

Harvey tried to shake them away. "Let me go! I'll rip his engine out! I'll scatter his parts all over the state! No one touches my sister like that!"

"Harvey! Don't! We won't let him hurt her, I promise." Sam said.

The two cars let go of him. Harvey glared at the car. "If he ever touches her again…"

Samson nudged him sharply. "Stop it."

But both Sam and Samson stiffened as Sydney and Laura appeared.

"Not so easy to stay back, is it?" Harvey asked.

Sam and Samson just looked down. Sam nodded. "Fine, let's go." Samson nodded, but slipped off of the ledge and over the edge. Harvey and Sam stared in shock for a heartbeat, before jumping down too.

All 4 cars turned their attention to the 3 familiar cars that seemed to fall from the sky. "Harvey!" Halie cried out.

Sam and Samson both rushed to their two sisters, shielding them protectively, although Sydney protested to her brother.

The blazer wasn't fooled though. He pressed a button that was next to him and as if on command, two huge metal clampers popped out of nowhere, well from the ceiling. One of them gripped Halie as she screamed out.

"HALIE!" Harvey cried out. Glaring at the blazer, he spat out. "Leave her alone!"

The blazer shook his head. "Sorry kid, no can do."

Halie looked down at her brother. "Harvey, forget about me! Take Laura and Sydney and get out!"

Harvey shook his head. "I'm not leaving without you!"

Looking around, he saw a button, with big bold letters saying "OFF" Driving towards it, he tried to push it, but something hit the place where his tire was a second ago.

"You don't want to push that." The blazer threatened. He let out a whistle and two other burly cars came and seized Harvey from moving. "Let me go!" he hissed, but the cars just snickered.

The blazer looked at the frightened Halie and smirked. The other metal clamper grasped her left front tire.

"Last chance Hudson. Where is that little town of yours?"

Halie looked at the clamper that had tightened around her tire, but just glared down. "I'm never going to tell you!"

The blazer shrugged and snapped his tire (somehow) and the metal clamper pulled. Her tire ripped off. Harvey shut his eyes as her heard a cry of pain from his sister. Opening his eyes she saw her, oil coming from her left tire hole. The blazer laughed evilly. "You going to tell me now?"

Even in her pain, she shook her head. Her eyes glaring down with stubbornness. The blazer narrowed his eyes evilly and watched as the clamper attached and then ripped off her hood. Then her whole back trunk. After it was done, it just tossed her down. Harvey watched horror on his face. His sweet, little sister, was reduced to a wreck.

He watched as the blazer drove up to her. "The great Hudson Hornet's daughter, huh?" he glared at her. Harvey couldn't take it. He made a dash for the button. Before the blazer could even react, he hit it. The two metal clampers, shook, stiffened, and then collapsed.

The blazer cried in horror as the two clampers fell towards him, and he and the two cars holding Harvey retreated. He closed his eyes and waited for the clampers to fall on him, but opened them to find they had rested on the rail above them. Rushing over to his sister, he felt sick.

Halie was in a wreak. Her hood, left tire and back truck was ripped off and scattered around her. She was in a pool of her own oil, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were closed. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a horrible cry of pain.

"Halie, I'm so sorry, please don't die yet."

All of a sudden, a tire tapped him on the fender. He turned to see warm amber eyes gazing at him. "Son, may I be of assistance?" the car asked.

Harvey was shocked. "Who are you?"

The car was a 1973 red mustang. His amber eyes looked at his wrecked sister and leaned over and put his tire on the dying car's only remaining front tire.

"Is she…" Harvey asked.

"She is still alive, but not for long in this condition." The mustang said.

"Sir, may I ask your name?" Harvey asked.

The mustang smiled. "My name is Mark and I am the doctor around these parts."

Harvey looked at his sister and felt tears coming to his eyes. "Can you help her?'

"I can try." Mark said.

"Um, Mark, may I ask you where we are?" Harvey wondered.

Mark nodded. "Yes, you are in the outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona."

I know, poor Halie! HaHaHa! I'm so evil! Don't worry, she won't die and the quest to find her mom, will continue.