Cars: Out of Control

Chapter One

"I'm Midnight. It seems like you need help with your oblivious friend here."

"She needs to see the world."

"...Agreed."

"You look older." He giggled.

Midnight glared at him. "Shut it."

"OK, fine."

Midnight looked at his young friend, who was casually going down the street where the gunshots came from. Midnight sped up to her and stopped her. "No."

She shrugged him off and kept driving. "Nothing's wrong!"

He cursed under his breath. "No, there's literal GUNSHOTS coming from there!"

"No, there isn't."

"Are you like, DEAF?"

"No."

"You seem like it." He forced her backward as the noises came closer. She scowled and drove to the side. Midnight's yellow eyes showed annoyance.

"I don't even know what they sound like."

"Gunshots sound like THIS." He decided to pull a satire switch. "Clearly you're sheltered or wasn't raised by your parents."

"My parents disappeared," She said flatly.

Again, he pulled a heavy satire switch. "Why do you think I added, 'Wasn't raised by your parents'?"

Thunder had a ;-; expression on his front.

"Quit with the satire," Abby said, "I don't need protection."

Midnight ignored her. "Oh yeah? Explain why you were headed STRAIGHT INTO GUNFIRE!"

"I wasn't, I'm going home."

"WHICH IS WHERE THE DA(NG) GUNFIRE IS!!"

"Don't swear."

"Aren't I 31 years older than you are?"

"Midnight," Thunder said, "Enough with the satire."

"Why?"

"Don't be stupid."

"Fiiine."