Bittersweet

By: Winds 0f Change

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Summary: I always thought that I'd see you again. Happiness is something that only happens in fairytales. And off he goes again, the police are always chasin him, always chasin. He won't get caught. Why? Cuz he's out looking for her, he's always lookin for her.

Disclaimer: I think it's obvious by now that I DON'T OWN ANYONE! Okizzay? We got it! I only own the characters…I own. Yosh.

Warnings: Violence, Car Lang.

Other: Character Call up—PM or comment if you'd like your OC's to reside in this story, I prefer PM or email, but do what you must. At the end of this Chapter, there will be a list of characters needed. :3

Authoresses Notes:

Well, like I said in the last chapter, I need the character call-up to begin. Anywaaay, my point is I need it sometime soon so I can get this story worked out.

To My Reviewers:

Life Is A Highway 66 Glad you figured it out

Raven's Revenge Of course! She's Doc's medical student still :D

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Chapter 2: Some Empty Hearts

Brick groaned from the agonizing pain in his side, slipping open an eyelid ever so slightly, he was startled by the blinding white light that hit him squarely in the pupil. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to get the lightshow in front of them to go away. Then he was distracted by another pain…then several more pains. He grimaced and nearly yelped when he felt a sharp pain on his head.

"Brick, you awake!"

The familiar Mexican accent distracted him from the pain and he smiled, "Hector, s'that you?"

He could hear the truck bouncing slightly on his wheels, "Your okay!"

Brick attempted once again to open his eyes, after a moment of adjusting; he saw the big brown eyes of his white Chevy Silverado friend staring back at him, a big smile across his silver fender. Brick returned the smile and Hector grew even more excited.

"Hey Hector…where am I?"

But he didn't really need an answer; he looked around in slight dismay to see he was in his own little garage in a small hospital…wherever the heck it was. He was hooked up to an IV and was covered in bandaging. Again, the ache returned and he grimaced, looking at himself in the nearby mirror, the poor Tahoe L.T. was distraught to see his deep red paint chipped everywhere and the rest of him bruised and broken. He basically looked awful.

"What happened to me?"

Hector frowned, "You don't remember amigo? That car hit you, fast I was. Knocked you off the road of overpass. You were hurt bad, Hector thought you wouldn't make it."

Brick struggled to remember, but he couldn't, he just didn't remember any car at all. It was as if the memories of the night before had been whipped clean. Of course, that was normal, especially when you were attacked by him.

"Hector made sure he didn't get anything, he tried to get something…I don't know." Hector sighed forlornly, "He wasn't after you, and you were just in his way he said."

"Who was it."

Hector shrugged, "He did not say his name, he said to call his name The Silver Bullet, the police would know he said."

"And we did." Said a recognizable gruff voice, Brick looked over to see the familiar police cruiser rolling into the room.

"Sheriff! How did I get all the way out here."

"You probably don't remember, you were headed out here, don't worry Brick it's not important, you just need some sleep. Were lucky that Raine was here to cover for Doc, she's the only medical student that could save you in this place."

Brick smiled, "Well, give that brilliant girl my thanks, where's Doc anyway."

Sheriff sighed, "He had to head out somewhere to settle some problems with some old fans or something." Sheriff shrugged, "Beats me I don't get this racing business."

"Really? Who's holding down the fort at the museum then besid's Mater and who's watchin his house?"

"Why Adina and his children are! I forgot you were gone when they were married Brick, my apologies."

"Whoa! Doc has kids." Brick's eyes bulged out of his hood, "…whoa!"

Sheriff laughed, "We'll let you meet them later Brick, just get some sleep."

Brick nodded, still slightly dumbstruck, he had known Doc for years…it was just a little strange to him. Finally he drifted off to sleep.

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"Is he alright?"

"He's fine girls."

Sheriff sighed, Mia and Tia had taken a deep liking for Brick when they had first met the Tahoe, he may be older, but you do have to think that some people like older men, besides, he was quite nice looking and had a lovely deep voice (even with the heavy western accent.) But he had a big heart and had made the girls learn to like someone for a reason other than their accomplishments…and besides, he owned a ranch the size of Montana (figuratively speaking of course) and who wouldn't love a hardworking guy that made money and had a real nice big place…okay, so that's not why.

Anyway, since his accident the girls were distraught, mainly Tia who had grown far more fond of Brick than Mia…actually, Mia was still on her Lightning spree but that's not important.

Well, anyway, for the umpteenth time, Sheriff had told them they couldn't see Brick quite yet, they were running tests on him at the moment and it was not a visiting hour. This did frustrate them a bit, but they finally obliged and went back to work.

Brick actually had to continue being in the hospital for several more days, but the denizens of Radiator Springs showered him with love.

So he was almost a little sad when he was released.

Won't you look down upon me, Jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

The roads on the interstate were wet and slick with the heavy rain shower that ran in sheets from the sky. There was no loud clashing of thunder and flashes of lightning, just silent heavy rain that caused to roads to become severely dangerous. Not many cars were on it though, and the few that were on it at one point, half of them were off of it…and they didn't slip either.

The silver streak with wheels moved swiftly down the road, it didn't bother with the cars very often, but something about the expression of the Honda Accord was obviously not well taken. He had a terrible sneer and an obvious goal that he would pursue and he would not be stopped by anyone. And if you tried…well…good luck finding a tow-truck. Because you were more likely to be stuck in the mud for hours while you waited for the cops, that is, if you were lucky.

Several cars that had careened into cliff-sides had been knocked unconscious and 3 were actually dead. No, this was not a happy day for the highway patrol. Things were very very bad, and sadly, this car was nigh impossible to catch.

The thing about The Silver Streak is that if you knew him oh say, 20 years ago, you would have never expected this; Razor was a sweet kid, he had a lot of friends, a spectacular grade point; he was talented, sporty, smart and very very loving. He also had the most excellent girlfriend; one that no one could forget…but it seemed that life had forgotten her.

The beautiful Saturn SKY had been everything to him. For the first 3 years after she was gone, she was at the front of his mind, and all he could think about was how she'd want him to be happy. So he continued striving to be good in all ways he could, he was an amazing surgeon and would have been well known…if it wasn't for the attitude change he went through. His willingness to be good for her made him realize how much he wanted to repay for her death, to get revenge! Unfortunately, the car who had caused her death was already dead, he had died along with Susanne, and this didn't do any good for the situation. His first murder was a nurse under his leadership.

Alicia was her name, she was sweet and kind, the kind of worker that was always willing to help out in any way that she could. Her top priorities rested on the feelings and strength of others, if people needed help, Alicia was there. She and Dr. Razz (a nickname he was called, he had many nicknames with stories that would just bore you) had actually grown rather close in friendship and he had taken it as his duty to teach her everything he could. Alicia was always there after work to make sure she could help out in getting things cleaned up before the night shifts and such. She hadn't planned on staying there that particular night, she was going to dinner with her boyfriend. Unfortunately, he called and said he'd be late so she stayed just to be sure.

Hallway C on floor 5 was usually quite empty, they used this floor mainly for operations, but at night, it really wasn't very lively, not in the middle of Nevada. It was quiet and rather empty, nobody was there, no night nurse, no janitor, no doctor was there. Sadly, this left the poor attractive blue car at a deadly disadvantage.

(1)Razor had a slight medical problem that had begun to occur, nobody really knew about it because he kept it so well a secret that it was night impossible to realize. He usually had them at home, and ended up repairing the room nearly every morning before work. He had some severe seizers…terrible seizers. The pain first…the strange sensations and then that putrid smell and he'd wake up not knowing how long he had been asleep or whatnot and his room or something of the sort being sorely damaged. There was something wrong with him, not like he cared enough to dive into it.

But that night…he realized something was wrong with him, that's when he decided it was best to disappear.

That particular night, Alicia was on Floor 5, she was just turning the lights of and shutting down the unimportant things in Hallway C when a familiar face appeared when she rounded the corner.

"Oh! Good evening Dr. Razz, I was just shutting down things…are you okay? You look rather squeamish."

"You think so."

This reply startled Alicia a small bit, the doctor never usually acted so sarcastic and rash. He didn't look well, his face was pale and though his eyes were half closed, he had a wild look about him that didn't bode well with her.

"Doctor, should we take you up and see if you're okay?"

"What? Do you think something is wrong with me?"

Alicia shifted uncomfortably, "No, no I'm so sorry doctor, please forgive me."

His eyes narrowed, "Your sorry huh? You're a mechanical creation, there's no real feeling in that…you're a machine, and machines don't feel they just make you feel comfortable until they take over. Then they take away important things." He began to slowly advance on her, his wheels moving silently across the floor.

Alicia looked for any hint that he was kidding, trying to scare her; she searched his eyes desperately but to no avail. They were cold and empty; this wasn't Doctor Rodney Azura, at least, not mentally. "I, I have to go Doctor, I'm sorry that I offended you." She tried to back away calmly and not make him angrier.

He laughed bitterly, "That's what you'd like me to think right? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Her eyes widened, he was advancing progressing quicker now, "Doctor, please, you're scaring me."

"Machines are scary babe, when you think they are on your side, they turn against you and theres no stopping them." His mouth formed a thin, dark line, "Believe me, it's dang scary, and you can't hide…not from machines. Do you smell that?"

Alicia backed away quickly, she swerved around and sped down the hall, but he cornered her easily. Screaming for all she was worth, Alicia watched in horror as she was slowly surrounded in her own liquid fluid. Her pump was beating hard and fast, and then it began to slow, she felt it, she knew what was happening.

The soundproof walls hid his work well, when Razor awoke, he was back in his own apartment, there was liquid following him into the room, he didn't recognize it, because it wasn't his. Nearby him were tools that were usually used to help cars; they were covered in the sickly sweet smelling liquid too.

He packed his bags and never returned.

The funny thing about that murder is that Razor hadn't felt nervous or afraid that he'd be caught. In a strangely sick way, he felt as if a burden had been lifted off of his hood and that he was suddenly less inclined to let gravity hold him down, less obligated to slow his speed because the wind forced him to do so. Now he pushed gravity beneath him and the wind caused no more obstacles, to put it metaphorically, he was the wind and the gravity that kept the earth together while he tore it apart.

No longer did he worry about pain or problems under the hood, he was the machine that challenged the authority of a religious God; a God whom the young car used to worship; now he looked upon that authority as an obstacle that he had to overcome. Razors heart (metaphorically speaking, since a car possesses a pump) was bound with wires and barbs in frozen animation forever. It would take one heck of a heat source to melt the cold source of energy that rested deep within the complex system of this murderer.

On the reverse, a kind-hearted person would see Razor as lonely, with no one in the world to turn to besides his stained murderous weaponry. But not many people with that kind of heart were in this world. Not that you would think of that is. If there was to be those kind of people, Razor had probably killed off many of them already. He was stubborn and he didn't want to change.

He swerved off the road onto a lonely highway and continued his deadly smooth and fast drive…Susanne was there…somewhere in his mind. And she was praying that he'd realize that he needed to rethink his life.

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

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Oh noez! I totally forgot in the last chapter, the Lyrics are those of my music God James Taylor and his song Fire and Rain.

Forgive me oh music God!