Author's Notes: Here is part six at last to those actually interested in this. In this one it's more intense and our favorite stockcar (or not in some people's cases) is literally fighting for his life! I own NOTHING except the idea. Disney/Pixar owns all characters.
Chick went out into the humid thick night air out of his cone. The air was thicker than usual it felt hard to breathe at times. The stockcar didn't let that stop him..He was going to do what he should've done before...run and hoped he made it.
He raced off as fast as he could. The clouds in the sky rolled in covering the moon's light. Chick's engine pounded against his hood and he could barely see infront of him with the fading moonlight. Thoughts raced in his mind he didn't know what to do. If he stayed he'd be with Lightning and probably lose sanity but if he left he had his freedom...But also the high risk of getting injured,killed or caught.
Chick knew these risks were against him but he was willing to take the odds. He soon came up to the Radiator Springs sign and skidded to a stop. He knew Sheriff was behind it and the last thing he wanted right now was getting caught.
He lowered down and slinked past the sleeping Sheriff as quietly as he could. He would glance at the old patrol car frequently to make sure he wouldn't wake up. As soon as he felt safe enough to bolt he did...
He raced down the road his engine revving. He soon saw train tracks and the signs were blinking and dinging. He looked and saw this "I'm risking it..." He inhaled sharply and bolted as fast as he could towards the track. He heard the train coming and he sped more. He jumped and was halfway across suddenly he got hit by the train.
Chick flew and hit a tree hard. He had a huge dent in his side and was fighting for consiousness. The green stockcar got up his vision very blurry and spinning. He couldn't make anything out. Chick staggered and tried to race off but just fell down again. He lowered his hood with a groan and lost consiousness for the rest of the night. Not knowing if he'd ever wake up again...
The next morning Lightning went to the Butte and didn't see Chick "Huh that's weird...Chick's always here...Maybe he forgot to set his clock.." He drove back to the cone where Chick slept "Chick? You up?" ...No answer...
"Chick stop pretending your not in there..." Lightning rolled his eyes and opened the cone up but Chick wasn't there either and his clock was still beeping. Lightning went to the last spot...The Wheel Well...Chick was nowhere in sight.
He raced to Doc's clinic and bursting open the door "Doc...Chick's nowhere in town..." He panted and his eyes were filled with panic.
Doc looked at the nervous rookie "Did you check the butte?"
He nodded "I checked everywhere the butte,his cone,even the wheel well he's not here..."
Doc's eyes got just as worried as Lightning's "Get the Sheriff...We're going to find him..."
Lightning nodded and raced off to get the Sheriff.
The sun's rays shined on an unconsious green stockcar. The sunlight hit Chick's eyes making him slowly blink. He groaned and regained consiousness "What happend..? I feel like I got hit by a train..." He opened his eyes which were still blurry and slightly spinning. Thoughts raced in his mind 'Am I really awake or is this some kinda dream?' 'If I am actually alive what happend?'
He slowly got up drawing in a deep sharp breath in pain. He never yelled like Light did. The most of a sound he made was just a grunt and kept going. He limped badly over to the railroad tracks. He noticed tire skids right on the side he was on and green paint on the tree. Not believing this sight he limped slowly to a water puddle.
The green stockcar slowly and painfully leaned forward looking down into the water puddle seeing himself. He was badly dented, his left eye shut and cracked, his right side had a huge deep scratch on it, his left side smashed in and other injuries he couldn't see. He was a wreck...
"...Is that really me...?"
Chick couldn't even reconize himself anymore...His once shiny hard chassis was now dented, scratched and covered in dust. He couldn't believe this was really him. He blinked and looked again only to see the same result and horror the first look gave him.
"...It is me...I look terrible..."
He was glad that no one could see him right now. Right then he began to do one thing he rarely ever did...cry...Tears ran down his hood. The stockcar was in more pain than he could bear..He also had the thought of death rise up in his mind...
He soon heard decided that in his condition it was best to not be out in the open in plain view. He was for once vunerable, in pain and scared for his life.
Chick limped over to a bush to hide in but as he came to where the bump of the road goes off he tripped and fell hood first in the mud yelping in pain.
"This couldn't be any worse..."
He groaned and lowered his hood. He was too exhausted and too sore to move anymore. He closed his eyes grunting in pain as a storm started heading where he was.
I can't belive Im' saying this but I hope McQueen or someone finds me soon...I don't know how much longer I can hang on...