Okay quick note! At the end of chapter 8 General phillips says that amy was going to be brainwashed. Well I kinda had to change that. No one has been brain washed. Sorry about that.

Chapter 12 (or 12 A for superstitious folks) :

Cash didn't notice them until one put their hand on him. That was when Cash realized what was going on. He needed to act fast. But he, he had to build up the will to do it. As soon as they went to arrest Cash he roundhouse kicked them and ran for the roof! Picking up his things from the spot he hid them in he ran for the edge of the roof and jumped!

Cash landed on the other building's roof. He ran along it and jumped again.

Cash was already exhausted from his walk to Fallarbour. But he knew he had to make it to meteor falls. Why he did not know. Cash found another backroad and began walking down it. But his mind had never left what Amy had said.

Is this really what it feels like to be heartbroken? This empty pit deep in your chest? Why did she do this to me? Why hurt me like this? I saved her.

Cash personally wouldn't have known. He had never been hurt like this before…

Cash stopped walking. Standing there, he couldn't walk anymore. He didn't have the will to. He was also quickly losing his will to stand. His gut instinct that led him towards his destiny in this world, it was gone. In its place was an empty void feeling in his chest. His legs buckled and gave out from under him. He could no longer stand. So he sat in the dirt and took off the brace.

Did she purposely dig over the fire? Knowing I would save her? Did she really break my leg on purpose just to slow me down if I tried to escape? Why would she go through all that trouble? Is she being forced to say this? Did she really mean it?

That was when he heard a voice echo back from the depths of his memory. Back to YouTube. Back to the video of a bearded guy in front of a green wall.

He was shouting.

It was Shia Labeouf.

"Just, Do It!" Shia screamed.

"I can't! I don't have the will to go on. I've never felt so completely broken in my life." Cash replied.

"YES YOU CAN! NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Getting over this is. I've never known this anguish."

"Don't let your dreams be dreams." Shia added.

This caught Cash off guard. It made him think.

"What is my dream?" Cash asked himself.

"No what is my purpose here in this world?" Cash asked again.

Whether Cash realized it or not, the reason why he really stopped there in the road was because he had achieved his short term goal of reaching Fallarbour. In an instant he knew why he was in this world.

His mission was to reunite the two halves of the globe. To bring the world back into harmony. To usher in a new era of peace and prosperity.

But it would be tough. Everyone born in the post-war south had been taught from birth that all humans were evil. That they could not be trusted. Hell, there was an entire political system run by the military who kept their power by "fending off" the evil humans. In return no doubt many freedoms of these people had been taken. It was a classic Orwellian nightmare.

The military government knew what his presence meant here. If the people learned that not all humans were evil cruel vile and malicious then the people would overthrow them. Because if you had given up civil liberties to be protected and then it turned out you didn't need to be protected, wouldn't you also want to have those liberties back? Cash knew he would.

No doubt when he escaped the first time and they were contacted by a certain little Umbreon they had already cooked up a plan to scare the southern hemisphere and it all fell into place. He really was tricked, broken, injured, and used as a media stunt. He was still being used as a media stunt. They were being really effective too.

He couldn't be mad at her though. He understood and forgave her. She had been raised from birth to hate him. It wasn't her fault she really hated him. It was theirs. That Absol, General Philips head screwdriver or whatever his name was, he was well old enough to remember what humans really were like. He probably also played a major part in the war.

Cashes eyes became pits of rage he stood up and yelled to the heavens in rage! "General Phillips, when I find you, you will pay for what you've done to the world! You will pay with your blood! And your accomplices will suffer the same fate!"

Cash had fallen asleep. When he woke up, he was awoken by the glare of the high morning sun on something shiny.

He moved his head a bit and sat up. He let his blurry vision adjust and then took a closer look at what had been the glare.

Its white paint caught his eye. It was enormous. It sat tall and wide. Like a sleeping giant.

"How on earth did I miss that?!" Cash yelled. He was completely taken off guard by what he saw. Although it was behind some bushes and looked like it had been sitting for ages he was sure it would easy to fix.

Authors note: If you would like to skip this bit if it's not very engaging to you or it's boring, go ahead its not important at all. I just couldn't help myself when I wrote this. I'm a truck guy so...

There, in the thick pile of brush was an old semi-truck. It was parked as if it was facing the direction the road went. It had no trailer with it, it was simply sat there, and rusting in the ditch, to a diesel mechanic like himself this was a very sorry sight. Even though this was outside of his usual work. He worked mostly on pickup trucks jacked up on big tires that guzzled fuel, spat black smoke and made lots of noise. Not semi-trucks that pulled over 30,000 pounds on a regular basis and required maintenance procedures akin to an RV.

Cash walked over and begun climbing through the bushes and briers to the old truck. He was cut, poked, stabbed and smacked in the head by every single plant he came across. He climbed through at least ten feet of bushes and briers before he could reach the left side of the truck. Firstly he had to see what kind it was.

The front end grill had a large red oval at the top. Proudly stamped on it was the word "Peterbilt". This was the first good sign. Peterbilt was a very reliable brand.

The truck was white. Had two set of wheels in the rear, one in the front and was a cab-over-engine type semi. This meant that the engine was not placed in front of the driver like most of the time. The truck was built with the driver and passenger seats and controls sitting directly above the engine. This made it taller, and not as long as most other semi-trucks. This also meant that the front or "nose" of the truck was nearly completely flat.

He climbed through some more brush over to the passenger side door. He would have tried the driver's side but it was growed up pretty thick on that side. It would be impossible. He had to hope that the doors were unlocked. They were. He climbed inside and shut the door. Scooted over to the driver's seat and sat down.

"Damn, this thing must have been sitting here for forever. The inside is in bad shape."

"Oh hey! The key is still in it that's good. I won't have to hot-wire it."

Cash sighed. There was no use in trying to start it. Most of the time the batteries in vehicles will go dead if they haven't been run in months. That meant he had only one option. He was going to have sore muscles tonight.

He would have to climb back through the brush, grab a rope and put the brace back on in order to pull it out of that ditch. Then he would have to try to start the engine by having the wheels turn it, he would probably need to push it down a hill.

Could he even do that? Would the brace give him that much strength? Enough strength to move a semi-truck? He decide that it might.

Cash tried to open the driver side door. That was when he noticed that the inside door handle had broken off. It was laying in the floor.

"Well so much for that." He groaned. Cash scooted over to the passenger side and climbed out.

When Cash returned to the truck with the brace on and the rope, he noticed something that made him holler for joy.

The truck wasn't sitting in a ditch. It was parked on the slope of a massive gulley. The perfect hill. He simply needed to free it from its prison of vines and thorns.

Quickly Cash attached the rope to the end of the truck's rear bumper. He got up on the side of the road where the gully began and pulled with all his might to get the truck's front to face the bottom of the gully. It was parked as if it was facing the direction the road went.

It took ten minutes for it to budge an inch. He was pouring in sweat. He checked to make sure the brace was on correctly. It was. Then he continued pulling the truck. Yet as he pulled it slowly became easier to move.

It was nearly 5 o'clock in the afternoon (17:00) when cash had finally got the truck facing the direction he wanted. He took off the brace and let it fall to the ground. He was glad that was over.

Cash spent the next two hours doing minor things to the truck. Basic thing one needed to when it was to be started after a long sit.

Cash climbed into the truck and released the parking brake. He then pressed the clutch and the truck immediately began to move. It creaked and groaned as it began to slowly roll. It was quickly picking up speed! He had explored the gully earlier to see how much distance he had. It was about half a mile down. But the slope of the gully was gentle. Then after he was satisfied with the speed he slowly let off the clutch. The engine began cranking from the turning wheels of the truck.

Cash pressed the gas all the way to the floor. He heard the engine give signs of life! It started producing white smoke from the tailpipe! A sure sign of good injectors.

The engine suddenly roared to life! It reved real high! Cash pressed the clutch to dis-engage it and slowly let the engine calm back down to a steady idle. He knew exactly what kind of engine it had, the power he could get from it and the condition of the engine all from the sounds it made.

"It runs and drives but that's about it. But it's better than nothing!" He yelled in pure joy.

Cash pressed the brake and the truck came to a halt. It skidded a bit but it's brakes seemed good.

After a minute of sitting and letting the engine warm up he slowly turned the steering wheel and let off the clutch. He gave the gas a little nudge and let the truck slowly turn around and climb the hill in the lowest gear.

"Easy does it old girl. I'll fix you up and well save the world!"

Cash pulled the truck up to the edge of the road and slowly pulled out onto it. He stopped, hoped out, and gathered his things. Chucking them in the truck he slowly drove it back to Fallarbour town. He had to be gentle with it lest he ruin the moment by making the engine quite on him. Luckily the battery was recharging from the engine.