Chapter 1: Savior

(? POV)

I sat on my room's window seat, staring at the night sky with the windows open. I sighed deeply as I watched the stars twinkle. I wish I was out there. These stars are so far, so free. They be isolated, but I'd rather be alone then be in my house.

My mother had died when I was 10, I hardly remember her. When she died my dad fell into a deep depression and then to relieve the pain, he turned to the bottle. He's extremely unstable most of the time, but as long as I stay in my room away from him I'll be fine. I suppose it could be worse, he could be abusive. True he's ruff at times, but at least my life's not in danger or something.

A few tears escaped my eyes as I thought of my mother and my devastated father. I wish she was still here, from what I remember she was so kind and gentle. She didn't deserve to die so soon, she had such a great life ahead of her, but she was robbed of that by cancer. By the time we found out, it was already too late. She had only a week to live.

We spent that week doing as many things together as we could. Such as amusement parks, road trips, and every night mom and dad went on romantic dates. Of course, due to my age, they didn't tell me at the time that she was dying. I was devastated when I found out, only about 2 hours before she passed. I wouldn't leave her side when I found out. I just stayed with her, held her hand, and told her how much I loved her.

When she passed I cried for days. I wouldn't eat and my dreams were filled with night terrors. I would wake up screaming and I would even have to comfort myself because dad started to disappear at night. It was awful. Sometimes I still have nightmares, but I keep my door locked at night so dad can't do anything to me while he's drunk.

My eyes continued to fill with unshed tears, causing the stars to blur into fluffy dots. In a way it made them even more beautiful. I smiled faintly and wiped my eyes. I hope my mom is up in heaven, looking down and watching out for me. She always did when she was here.

I stood in my window sill. I need to clear my head and being in this house just brought back to many bad memories. I walked across the roof quietly, not wanting to wake dad or alert him to my leaving. I walked over to the tree that's branches grew near my window. I climbed onto the strongest limb and shimmied down the branch and then the trunk.

Standing firmly on the ground I pulled the hood of my sweat-shirt over my head. Luckily, my outfit was dark so I could blend right in with the shadows. I made sure to stay in the dark, not wanting to meet any of the dangers that lurked on the street at night.

I walked quietly, observing the activity around me. There wasn't much, mostly just young couples and a few families. They bustled along, clearly not wanting to linger outside at night. I couldn't say I blamed them, but for me there was as much danger in the 'safety' of my home as out here.

I near the edge of town, I happened upon a Chevrolet Corvette Stingray (1969–1976) in a dark alley. It was an older car, but it sure was a beauty. It was royal blue in color with a strange white face symbol on the hood surrounded by a red flame/wing pattern. She rubbed the hood, being careful not scratch or leave finger prints on it.

(Normal POV)

"Well aren't you a beauty." She cooed. As she walked around the gorgeous car slowly while still rubbing her hand across it gently. She leaned against the driver's side window. "I wish I had a car like you, but that will probably never happen." She said sadly. She stood up and started to walk away, not wanting to anger the driver, by being found touching there car whenever they came back.

She walked past another alley, but instead of another car three men stood leaning against the walls. She gasped and tried to move back the way she came, but one stepped out of the ally and blocked her. The other to followed suite, completely surrounding her on all sides. "What's your rush sweet heart? You a little lost?" One asked and grabbed her wrists.

"Let go of me!" she screamed and tried to tug her wrists out of his grip, but he was too strong. The one behind her put his hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Come on sweetie don't you want to have a little fun?"

"With you guys?! Hell No!" she yelled. They laughed at her and the one with her wrists spoke, "Well luckily for us, you don't have a choice." They all laughed again and a look of horror spread across her hidden face.

Suddenly a loud engine was heard behind them. They all turned to see the Stingray pull out of the alley and turn towards the group. "Unhand that girl!" a voice from the car ordered.

The men laughed and replied, "And what will you do if we don't?" They were mocking the driver of course, but to the men's surprise he replied, "I'll do this!" The voce shouted as he suddenly lunged forward and knocked the man holding her wrists. Using his lack of balance to her advantage, she tripped him and snapped her arms free.

He fell to the ground and she started to run. "After her!" the man on the ground ordered. Being bigger than her they were hot on her trail. The Stingray came up beside her and the passenger door opened, "Hop in!" the same voice from before told her.

Without hesitation the girl did as she was told and dove in. Before she was even buckled, the car sped up, out running the men easily. She sighed in relief and sat up. She turned to the driver's seat, "Than- Ahhhhhhhhh!" she screamed when she saw nobody driving.

A seat belt came around her and held her arms to her sides. Keeping her back pressed to the seat tightly as the car stopped. She closed her eyes tight and whimpered, fearing the worst. But to her shock the seat belt loosened, but still held her to her seat so she couldn't jump out. She still kept her eyes glued shut, not wanting to see what would come next.

"What is your name human?" the same voice from before asked calmly.

She cracked one eye open slightly, "What do you want?" she replied his question.

"That's no way to talk to someone who just saved you." The voice told her in annoyance.

"Forgive me, but I'm being held captive by a car with no driver right after being attacked by thugs. I'm not at my most gracious at the moment." She told him with slight attitude.

"Fair enough, but you see there is no driver because I am the car." He explained.

"WHAT?!" she screamed and the car flinched.

"Please stop doing that. It's killing my audio receptors!" the car pleaded.

"Ok, sorry. I suppose I at least owe you that much, but could you please take THIS off!" she asked and wiggled slightly.

"Are you going to take off running as soon as I do?" the car asked her suspiciously.

"Why does it matter?" she huffed, which answered his question.

The car smiled slightly to himself. He retracted his seat-belt, but locked his doors before she could make an escape. She rammed his door a few times trying to break her way out, but to no avail.

Finally, she gave up, laid across the seats and cried. Feeling guilty for putting her through this, the cars seat-belt wrapped around her loosely. "My name is Tracks by the way and yours is?"

"Starla," she replied with tears still flowing from her eyes.