this takes place during the last chapter. Also- it has been almost a week since he was first brought there. I've skipped a bit because it was all very repetitive. He woke up, showered, ate food. slept. sat around. tried to jimmy the lock. stuff that wouldn't have made this very entertaining. last chapter was not the first time she had cut him up or hurt him, it was just the first time you saw it.

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"Who is this?" Finn had pulled another all-nighter to try and locate his friend, but was deeply regretting it now. It had been almost a week since he had been taken, and it had seemed more and more hopeless. Sally ha even begun to arrange plans for his funeral- nothing was paid for, but she had to plan fr the worst while hoping for the best.

and now some girl had obviously called the wrong number.

"Tamalia, I-"

"Look, Tamalia. You've got the wrong number, okay? I've got a lot of work, so figure out who you're supposed to be calling and don't call me again." he hadn't meant to be so blunt, but tensions were high and he didn't have time for this.

"No! Lightning!" His finger froze a quarter of an inch from the 'end call' button.

"...What?"

"Lightning McQueen!" She hissed through the receiver, "You must help me!"

He jumped out of his seat, "You know where he is!? Tell me everything!"

All eyes were on him. Hope pounding in their chest, but squashed to a minimum. They couldn't afford to be wrong, it would kill them.

"My mother has him, and she's going to kill him!" she said, and then in a more muffled tone, "Thank you, Miss, I'm almost done."

"What? Can you stop it?" fear laced his words and he began to chew his bottom lip.

"...I can try to get him out. Tonight at 8, but we'll need help getting away." She read him her address and he promised he would help her. He was going to save his racer if it was the last thing he did.

7:45

Tamalia made her way down the steps silently. She knew the way by now, and was careful to skip any and every creaky floorboard. This house had been in her family for generations, even before her great-grandfather. It was worn and weathered, but held up against storms of every kind. The basement was half in the ground, but a portion of one wall could be seen from outside. Unfortunately, there were no windows to bust out from. Besides, Lightning was definitely not up to it.

He was conscious now, which was good. He had managed to sit himself up against the wall, and his eyes were a little foggy, but he still understood what was going on.

She had never watched her mother cut open their guests, but she had seen the aftermath. Her mother was the best at psychological mind games. She twisted your own words and ideas into poisonous needled to push back into you. She was manipulative and insane. She knew exactly what she was doing. All the others had been stricken silent and prone, they had been docile and destroyed. They had been happy to die, and Lightning had been through this torture 4 days longer. He has to have given up, but she wouldn't give up on him.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and she wanted to sit on the ground and cry.

His spark was gone. The little bit of rebellion that shone in his eyes had been crushed and destroyed, smashed and burned and cut along with his body. His eyes were dull and foggy, and he looked upon her with deep sorrow. Like he had failed her. She wanted to say something, but nothing would come to her. She wanted to sit in his arms and tell him she was sorry. She wanted him to tell her it was okay.

"Tamalia." His voice was hoarse but firm, "Get me my clothes."

He was still kicking, and even if he wouldn't fight for his life, he'd fight for hers. She brought them down quickly and helped him dress. His jeans and jacket would help fight against the tiny bit of chill outside. She tied his right shoe while he tied the left, and soon they were off.

It was slow going with his injury's. His left wrist was broken, and a couple of ribs too. She had cut up his ankles so much it hurt to walk, but he didn't stop. He wouldn't let him self. They were out the basement door and in the kitchen when she attacked. One strike and Tamalia was down, a knife buried hilt deep in her chest. There was no question that she was dead.

Loviatar looked at her corpse with contempt. No remorse shown in her eyes.

"I'll give you three seconds to get back to the basement." She said, tone un-amused as she continued to stare at her slaughtered daughter.

"One..." He didn't budge.

"Two..." She didn't look at him.

He frowned grimly and finished her sequence, "Three."

She fell to the floor with a thud, blood spattering from her head. A crack in her skull caused by a thin metal pipe that had fit perfectly in his jacket sleeve. He was surrounded by carnage and death, and he felt the need to join them. Tamalia was dead. What was the point anymore? He had been trying to save her. No one knew he was here. Why would she try to sneak him out if Finn had been on his way?

7:55

He searched the house and found a photo book.

They were all him.

Picture of his car, of him and Sally, of press events, even ones of his child hood. There was picture after picture, some with his signature on them. On the last one his blood ran cold. It was a picture of him and Loviatar together. She was smiling and he was too, both looking into a camera. He had been inches away from the worst thing to ever happen to him. She had been to every race, every event. She had been to the WGP and had visit Radiator Springs, her closet was a shrine to him because she had been so sure he was Ukko.

She had been his biggest fan.

He threw the book across the room and searched for what he was really looking for, and when he found it he began to drench the entire house in it. Gasoline covered the bookshelves, the beds, the carpets, everything. He grabbed a book of matches and made a trail of gasoline out the front door. The property she had was much bigger than he had originally thought, and there was no sign of neighbors.

He lit the match and threw it onto the trail. His eyes followed the blaze to the house, and it felt like he was going deaf. he tuned everything out and just starred at the fire. No noise, no pain, nothing. He was weightless and warm. Nothing could disturb him here. He was so close to being pain-free. of hurting no more. If only his stupid heart would stop beating.

7:59

And suddenly the fire and the house didn't matter. The fire on this match was more important. It was more final.

He was wet. when did he get wet? He remembers the gasoline tank had been a quarter full when he left the house, it was empty now. There was a roaring in his ears, and he was acutely aware of his heart pumping and the match burned lower and lower. All he needed to do was drop it and he would be ash and dust.

Fingers wrapped around the stick and the fire went out. His legs crumbled and they caught him, sinking into the dust to. Tears streamed down his face, not silent and not pretty.

Finn stared at the blaze. Connecting the dots immediately. Holley and Siddeley stayed back.

8:00

an epilogue and it'll finally be done!

Epilouge will prob be up tonight