Bittersweet

By: Winds 0f Change

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:

All right, this is kind of a sequel to "Italian Di", but it isn't going to be centered on the relationship between Doc and Di, though it's still a headstrong thing, they will continue to be together. This'll be about my new character (based on an actual car I own too) named Razor. I hope this story is as popular as my other stories (since my car stories seem to be at the top of peoples priority list x3) anyway, please read the information above, because you might find something of worth to you up there!.

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Prologue

Some people's stories are the most beautiful things in the world; they sound like those that come from a fairytale of a wondrous fight that brought two lovers together when the hero saves his lady. Unfortunately, this is not always the case, and that is not what this tale is about, not the one I'm about to tell you. This story might make you laugh, it might make you smile, it may even make you happy; but not likely…it's more likely to make your insides turn out and hurt you, make you cry and such. I am not one to tell what this story will do, but it's not a regular story.

No…this is the story of a love, death and the resulting murderous rampage that it produced.

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Chapter 1: The Silver Bullet

Susanne, the name that graced the fender of every car on the numerous campuses in the School District and mainly those going to the Colleges around there. It wasn't just any Susanne, not Susanne Whitewall, not Susanne Longtrip. No, this was the name of the one and only Susanne Bellhorn. Susanne was a beautiful Saturn SKY with a deep blue paint and light brown eyes. Very popular wherever she went, Susanne had too many friends to count. If you had only heard of her, you would have figured that she was a snob and extremely rich. But Susanne was different from those other popular and, somewhat, inhumanely beautiful cars. Oh no, Susanne wasn't like any other car at all.

Her family happened to live in a moderately small house; it was not unlike the majority of the other houses of people living in that region. In fact, it was probably smaller and less pricey than any house in the district. It was single floored and had to garages; Susanne's being the one in the back facing the woods. Her parent's had the much larger and much nicer one in the front. There was a small kitchen with just enough room for the entire family to move around freely. Susanne had no siblings, but she always wished for them. And then they had a living room as well. The backyard was the reason others loved to visit Susanne's house (besides just seeing her.) It was vast and covered with trees and had so much room it was the perfect place for an array of night games. It wasn't pricey, but that was because when the Bellhorn's moved in, it was overrun by weeds and other such unwanted plants. Since both of her parents worked, Susanne spent days and hours after school to work on cleaning it; she pulled numerous weeds and even worked on painting the house and such things. It ended up looking nicer than ever before.

Her parents, Syd and Meria, were the two people on earth Susanne loved most at that point. Her friends and others found her mother to be sweet and caring, she always welcomed Susanne's friends and became like a second mother. Her father, on the other hand, was quiet and distant; he hardly ever spoke a word but nodded in, what seemed, approval to each of her friends. He was very strict and had been a drug addict when Susanne was young. So he stayed distant of her as if to protect her so he wouldn't ever beat her again…but nobody knew of this. Now her father loved her and she had always loved him…he was just so distant. He wanted to protect her from friends he knew were bad but he was always afraid that if he got messed into her life…she'd hate him…if only he had, but that's not part of this right here.

Susanne Bellhorn was the girl everyone loved, she was sweet and kind and cared for everyone but herself. Boys wanted to be with her; she ended up being their matchmaker and pointing them in the right direction until they ended up with the girl of their dreams. She was the girl in school you'd never forget, because no matter who you were, she was nice. If there ever was to be a secret best friend apart from your other best friends, it was usually Susanne.

People loved her, and boys would flock to be her boyfriend only to find that she would get them a girl that to them ended up to be even better. All of the boy's in that school found themselves lucky to be who they were with and be friends with Susanne.

But Razor figured he was the luckiest of them all, you see, Razor was Susanne's boyfriend.

Razor and Susanne were the closest couple in the world, they were best of friends and not overly mushy in their couplism. They were so simply in love that there was no need to display it publicly. Sure they were together quite a bit, but unlike many couples, they didn't find a need to drive to close together wherever they went or to share one too many kisses to proclaim their love. No, they both knew it and that was all that mattered. They were quite the couple, she had taken to calling him "My Silver Bullet," or she even jokingly called him "Flipper" 4 because of the way he acted when she agreed to be his girlfriend.

Razor was also quite a nice looking guy, but this sleek silver Honda Accord felt like he shriveled in comparison to his "Unbelievable" (said he) girlfriend. This high and mighty kid who was at the top of the College Racing Team was tires over hood for this girl. But he didn't cling to her, he respected her like she deserved and treated her like she was just another car, not like she was his possession. He had been rather cocky before he met Susanne, then his whole world turned flipside (he discovered he had gained more friends this way.)

Life was perfect, but he had gotten rather depressed when Susanne had to take a trip with some friends at the end of the school year. He agreed to drive with her to the airport where she'd board a plane to New York. It was hard to imagine Texas without Susanne.

"Hey, don't look so down Flipper, I'll only be gone for a week."

Razor sighed, "Yeah Susie, and in one week, you'll return only to find I'll have gone to Crazy Dave's Car Salvage because I've gone crazy waiting."

Susanne giggled, "Well you better not, don't worry I'll be back before you know it."

"Susanne! C'mon, the plane ain't waiting forever."

Razor looked over to see Trip, one of Susanne's many friends. Trip was a new line stock car, he was on the racing team at one point but Razor had to kick him off the team for drug abuse. It made him nervous to even see Susanne near him, but he never bothered Susanne…he was too respectful.

"I wouldn't be so worried if you weren't going with Trip and his gang."

Susanna looked over at Trip, "I know, but don't worry, I have Cali on my back, she'll beat him if he gets near the drugs."

"You bet your sweet bumper I will." Cali grinned and rolled past the two, "Hey listen Susie, I'll get Mr. Impatient on the plane, you take your time, and it won't leave without you."

The green Acura waved at the two and rushed Trip and the others up the ramp and onto the plane."

Susanne smiled, "I guess I better get going. Hey, Razor…if anything happens, please, keep being the good person you are. I'll still be here with you right?"

Razor laughed, "Susie, nothing going to happen, you'll come back, besides if something happened, I'd have your ghost pestering me if I did anything wrong." He pecked her fender and smiled, "Love ya."

Susanne nodded and smiled a little sadly, "I love you too Silver Bullet…tell my parents I love them."

With that, she ascended the ramp onto the plane, and then Flight 13 took off for New York.

Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Susanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

Razor awoke from his sleep on Wednesday, Susanne had only been gone for two days, but it seemed as if that didn't matter. Razor felt like she had been gone a century, he hated how he depended on her, that wasn't the right way to be. He was really happy for her, but he was uncomfortable with that stock car around her. He didn't trust Trip at all, but there wasn't much he could do, he didn't want to ruin Susanne's dreams, so he let her go.

He made his way into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He pulled himself up a quart of oil and flipped on the television set. Flipping the channel to the news, he waited for the whether to come as he sipped his oil.

The reporter came on the screen just as the phone rang. Razor grumbled and picked it up

"Hello?"

"Breaking news—On Tuesday Morning at 7:30—"

"Hello, is this the residence of Rodney Azura?"

Razor winced, he hated being called by his real name, "Yes, it is"

"There was a terrible catastrophe in Tennessee--"

"We have information that you were an acquaintance of Susanne Bellhorn."

"You could say that."

"We now turn to Chris Carroll for updates on this."

"Sir…we apologize and are not the ones that wish to tell you this, but she's—"

"All 150 passengers were killed in flight 13, as well as the pilot."

Razor sat there as he felt the whole world suddenly stop as he viewed the scene on the TV. The plane lay on its side as nearly a mere part of the burning debris. It's eyes were half closed and the mouth hung open, or at least what was left of it. Wings torn off, deep crevices were cut into the nose and wings. It was torn cleanly in half, but this was only shown for a moment, even though Razor felt surer than ever he could see a glint of dark blue paint.

"We'll have the details later—in other news, the surgery for toddler Ari Cartrip was a complete success. Full story now."

The funeral precession for Susanne was a sorrowful one; nearly the entire school was there as well as the teachers. School had basically been cancelled because of this terrible disaster; the death of so many was a huge thing in this town in Texas. Razor, being the closest friend, was asked by Susanne's parents to join them in the front of the precession, he agreed but told them he didn't know if he could speak. Everything had happened so terribly fast.

On the plane, everything was going well, the flight was smooth and they were making their first stop in Tennessee that afternoon. Apparently a certain black stock car had stocked himself full of drugs. He had been completely drunk when he attacked the front of the plane, causing the plane's engine to fluctuate. Another certain blue Saturn SKY had tried to stop him, but he killed her in an instant. Pretty soon, the engine gave out and that's what caused the crash. Susanne had died before the plane even landed…

Ironic, Razor thought as he remembered what Susanne had once told him. "If I ever die, I'll die flying high!"

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

He realized he hadn't cried at the funeral, he hadn't even cried a day after; the realization hit him when he went to the airport and Flight 13 carrying Susanne did not return. He was overwhelmed with pain and sorrow and became aloof from the world.

A year later, he graduated from college with a Doctorate Degree and became a well renowned surgeon. And only three months after that…he disappeared.

Well, the real Razor Azura disappeared; he was replaced quickly by a cold-hearted murderer. This killer wasn't afraid to broadcast himself, he was known only as:

The Silver Bullet.

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AN: Hope you like it…yep, character call is ooon! I need someone who has or can create a Saturn SKY with the same eye color as Susanne but whatever personality and car color you want…please…and if you want your character in the story otherwise, let me know.