Bittersweet Chapter 3, a cars fanfic

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.

Authoresses Notes:

I'm not sure about Character Call up, I might not need it. But if you still wish for your character to reside in this story, please PM or Email me with information and such, I'll see what I can do. Thanks!

Chapter 3: Pieces on the Ground

The day was cold and glum, what with the rain and dark cloudy skies, you weren't outside unless you had to be and even so you didn't want to be inside. Doc, on the other hand, was inside going through old newspapers and other such things that rested high in piles on the floor of his garage. It surprised him how much of these things had come and gone, people had forgotten them.

He was reading a particularly intriguing piece that he had received today when he heard the sound of tires on the ground. He turned around and smiled seeing that Adina was standing in the garage doorway, hurriedly closing it. She turned and made her way to him shivering.

"You'd think the heavens are falling down with all that rain." She said, smiling as water dripped from her fender.

Doc chuckled, "Perhaps they are." He smiled and turned back to his papers.

Di rolled over to him and sat next to him, "What are you reading that's so interesting?"

"Some old papers, remember that incident that happened about 4 years ago? With that surgeon and his patient."

Di appeared to be thinking for a moment, "Ah yes, I do, Dr. Azura or something, didn't he murder her?"

Doc nodded, "I was just reading this paper that came on that story today, something about his past life when he was a student, it has his full story, his parents, his family, even the names of his closest friends. Experts figure that he became a murderer because of the death of a young lady named Susanne."

"I'm guessing he was in love with her?"

Doc nodded again, "anyway, it just goes on to say that he must have snapped that night, apparently he has a mental disorder that causes him to...go on strange rampages, in these cases, he doesn't particularly think straight and it was what caused him to murder that young nurse. Apparently, he's over the disease but he seems to have grown accustomed to murdering or severely hurting people, that's what happened to Brick a week ago."

Di sighed, "It's too bad, for someone so good and so friendly to loose someone and turn into a murderer."

Doc continued reading, "They found a number of poems in his home that he lived in while a surgeon, most of them mention this Susanne."

They were both silent for awhile; Doc turned to Di and pecked her on the cheek and smiled, "So, need help with dinner."

Di smiled, "That would be nice."

Anything to get there minds off of those thoughts.

Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

Razor sat in the cold rain on the edge of the road, he had decided to take a break even though he wasn't really tiered. Alright, so his engine was, but not his drive to continue on. Plus, he was low on gas, and he had been rather ill the past few days. All the ramming of cars off the road had done a number to his paint and his sides, it probably wasn't any better for him that it was for the cars he had killed and nearly killed. Besides, every turn he took he saw her face and so he figured that taking no more turns for awhile would erase that image.

It was giving him a headache, why couldn't she just go away, she was dead, and it was over. Why couldn't her face be erased from his mind. He loved her, and he was pissed at fate for taking her away and then torturing him with her memory. He might've been successful if she was still around and supporting him, but no, he just snapped and there was no turning back now.

He realized that this ache in his hood was worse than he imagined, it was probably what was causing him to see things. It felt as if some crazy mechanic was hammering his insides and then, he was suddenly being crushed by a monster truck.

He groaned as his vision blurred, he figured it was just from the rain, but when he blinked, nothing changed, in fact, it was now twice as hard to keep his eyes open. Desperately, he revved his engine, hoping to gain some consciousness and move on, maybe find a town. With as beat up as he was anyway, nobody would recognize him, he was missing his license plates, so there was no way to identify him. Besides, there were millions of other silver Honda Accords in the world, as he saw it, there was nothing to shout out that he was the one and only Silver Bullet.

But he revved to no avail, he groaned as he realized he was too weak to move on, he knew he should have stopped awhile ago and made sure he was fine before moving on. The thing is, police could only identify him by his license plate, and since he had none, he would switch it from place to place, getting new names, new identities, so he never got caught. And he could live a good life while being a criminal in secret. Yet still, it was at these times he wished he had a friend.

He began to panic slightly, but he realized that wouldn't do him any good either, his eyes rolled, but he was sure he could see headlights coming toward him...in the distance.

Oh, 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, baby, one more time again, now...

The rain began to let up slightly, which made Mack feel slightly more safe driving down the muddy roads back to Radiator Springs. After his long trip he made for Lightning, he found it nice to have the feeling of going back to a place he could call home. Taking a long breath of the rain-fresh air, his headlights caught a shimmer of something on the side of the road ahead of him. Curious he slowed down and turned his brights to face it, surprised to see a car on the side of the road.

A little panicked, he nudged the car to see if it was dead, in return, the car uttered a soft moan; other than that, it was silent. Mack looked around, he didn't see any cars out and about, and he still had at least a mile or two of road ahead of him until he even got to civilization. He figured he was the only one around to help the poor car. Pulling off the road, he lowered the trailer door and backed up, as soon as he was over halfway beneath the car he slowly lifted the ramp, making the car slide smoothly in. At that, he closed it completely, and took off for Radiator Springs.

Mack pulled passed the sign saying "Welcome to Radiator Springs" about twenty minutes later, hoping with all things good that the one whom he carried in his trailer had survived the trip. Moving as quickly as he could, he spotted Adina outside her home playing with her three children. He drove up to her and she looked up, smiling.

"Hey Mack, is something wrong?" She asked, noting his worried expression.

"Adina, is Doc around?"

"Why yes, he's at his clinic, is someone hurt?" She said, her face ground slightly worried.

"Oh, don't worry about it, it's nothing bad." Mack said rather quickly, "See ya."

He drove off leaving a very confused Adina.

At his clinic, Doc was just finishing up a conversation with Lightning when Mack drove up.

"Doc!"

Lightning and Doc looked over at the truck, and were surprised to see the worried expression on his face.

"Is something wrong Mack?" Doc asked.

"I found a car passed out by the side of the road a mile out, I just thought you might be able to help him."

"Bring him into my clinic."

Mack nodded and backed his trailer up to the clinic door.

Doc surveyed the car with curiosity, he had no idea whom the car was or where he was from. There was no license plate or any form of identification to be seen whatsoever, which was rather peculiar. Usually there would be something somewhere, even for a car who did not have a license plate. After making sure that the car was warm and safe in the clinic, Doc decided to go to his home for a while, knowing that the car would not wake up for several hours, he left to return and see his wife and children.

Mack, on the other hand, waited outside the clinic, rather worried about the car. Doc permitted it and didn't worry about it.

Meanwhile, inside the clinic, the silver car was dreaming . . . about a past he could not change.

Well, I've been lying in this dungeon
Since I was eighteen
Ten lonely years of my life taken
I've been living in the pages of a magazine
It breaks my heart to awaken

Razor grimaced as he came to his senses, he had been talking to her, she and him had made plans . . . no. His eyes opened and he was dismayed to see that she was not there and he was completely alone. In a place he did not recognize, and it made him upset, he just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up again, he wanted to be with Susanne again.

Surveying the unfamiliar surroundings, he realized he was in a doctors office, which is what caused him to panic. Could it be he had been caught? Even when he had been so careful to keep himself a secret!

He looked around for any means of escape, but he was in a solitary room, and if he went right out the door he would surely be caught. That wasn't what he wanted, not at all.

The cold white room was making him rather squeamish and uncomfortable, he wanted out. He shivered at the thought of being trapped in here, or worse, an impound.

"Let me out." he thought to himself, "I'm trapped!"

Set me free
Sleep come free me please please please
Set me free
Set me free

"So you decided to take life today huh?"

Razor jumped at the voice and looked toward the door and saw, whom he guessed was the doctor, a deep royal blue Hudson. He looked nice enough, almost fatherly, as he had a warm smile on his face.

"What's going on? Where am I?" Razor said, looking awfully squeamish.

The doctor smiled, "Calm down, your okay now. Mack found you out by the side of the road, he brought you in and we've been waiting for you to wake up. How are you feeling?"

Razor sighed, relieved, "rather tiered to tell you the truth."

"I don't blame you, what's your name son?"

Razor paused for a moment, what should he tell the old man? He couldn't exactly say he was "Razor" because many people still knew him by that name...what was he going to call himself this time?

"M-my name?" Razor said, putting on a fake (but very believable) nervousness, as if he had forgotten it.

"Yes, don't you remember your name."

Razor, continuing with his act, began to look scared. He started shaking becoming overwhelmed with tears, "I . . . don't . . . remember," in only seconds he looked as if he was genuinely crying.

Doc went over to him, "Don't worry! It'll be fine, maybe it's what you needed. Do you know any of you family."

Razor shook his head.

"Then maybe someone's trying to tell you that it's time to start over. Welcome to Radiator Springs kid, your new home."

Razor forced a smile and thanked the doctor.

"I'm Doctor Hudson, I go by Doc, I'm also the judge in this town. Why don't you just get some rest and we'll talk about this later."

Razor nodded, the doctor left the room and as he did, Razor's face immediately went to a dark scowl.

"Well, if the town's judge is such a poor judge of character, then I can be guaranteed the rest of the town is half as smart. I just got score." He grinned.

He settled back and smirked, for once, he was going to have life easy.

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