The dark past

The Bugatti Bandits

Cold, Dark and murderous was the best and probably only way to describe this weather, so dark in fact that McQueen had to drive on the slip roads home from school to avoid traffic and who knows what else. He felt his tires being absorbed into the ground and his wipers erode on every pass, he could barely see five feet in front and didn't want to take the wrong turn or even crash or his parents would be fuming. A couple of minutes past, which to him felt like days at the pace he was crawling at,  when a what seemed like a truck comes zooming down the narrow road, "Shit" he thought as he saw it bellowing towards him. he had two choices then die or drive into the hedge next to him to at least dodge death, of course, he took option two and took a sharp left bracing for impact as the truck zooms past at lightning speed. However, instead of stopping in the hedge he carries on going through it, twigs and leafs whipping him at every metre until he reaches what seems like a car park. still stuck in the hedge starts to feel every bit of pain, "fuck this ain't gonna go down well with mum and dad" he whimpered while trying to squirm out of the predicament he got himself into.

A rustle came from the distance with muffled whispering, he squints trying to find where it came from. a glimmer shot past his view making him jump, so he builds up the courage to squeak, "H...hello" which was received with blinding light and various voices. After his eyes adjusted to the light he noticed a crowd around him like he was some sort of art piece. He made out that the majority of the cars were Bugatti's with some trucks and other supercars. A heavy voice came from the back, "Give the poor boy some space" which separated the crowd to reveal a very exotic buggati. Chrome finish with green strips and green dollar sign rims was definitely intimidating to the basic corvet race car model that McQueen was. "so little fella how'd you end up here" said the buggati, McQueen was very quick to answer in a trembling voice "I had to dodge a truck and drove off the road and I didn't know ill go straight through". "Ok ok let's get you out and talk some more shall we " suggested the buggati which was replied with a hesitant nod by McQueen. A tow truck was called in and the hook, which was crudely attached, tugged at his bumper nearly ripping it off at points until he eventually broke free and was escorted to a small discrete garage hidden by foliage without saying a word he parked in an empty bay and was greeted with the presence of the Bugatti.

"My names Robert by the way" stated the Bugatti, "Lighting McQueen but people call me McQueen" replied McQueen. "interesting," said Robert peering McQueen up and down, "I guess you're not used to this part of the city judging from your grand entrance" assumed Robert, "yeah I just didn't want to go on the highway due to the weather" Said McQueen increasingly getting more and more nervous by the second. At this point, Robert goes across the room and calls two more of his cars, "as you probably guessed it im in charge here and no this ain't so little gay book club were a serious influence in this city." Said Robert while getting a stack of cash from a bag, "what kind of influence?" Questioned McQueen as his curiosity grew on him, "Guess" said Robert with a smirk on his face, "I don't know... maybe you trade something or make counterfeit cash" replied McQueen, "oh no my little friend its a lot more... let's say lucrative than that. Drugs we trade drugs  throughout America and Mexico and sometimes even Canada if the prices are right that's how we got this cash." Said Robert with growing enthusiasm in his voice. McQueen was shocked he had never heard of drug trade in this part of America and never thought it was this big, "So you like run a cartel, like that ghost recon game"  He questioned, "Yes indeed we call ourselves The Bugatti Bandits, we trade every type of drug from C class to A class" replied Robert, McQueen didn't know how to respond so just simply said, "Cool" as he said that Robert drove up to him and placed a stack of cash in his boot, "here have this it should cover your repair costs it ain't much but u know if you want more of this you can just pop by" said robert while signalling his cars to escort him to the exit. without saing anything he left speechless and on the ride home though about the possibility of throwing everthing away and joining the gang, but quickly shugged it off and carried on home.