Humans to Cars

Chapter 2: Who Jesse's Dad Really Is

(Jesse's POV)

I walked over to the computer and sat down. I quickly typed my dad's password, he really shouldn't make it my birth date, and accessed his work agency. He was head of a secret organization that only him, his associates, and I knew about. I really wasn't supposed to know, but I'm a rebel.

I started playing some games and searching through his documents, until I came upon a file. The file read Lightning McQueen. I clicked on the file. The document was a few pages long, the front cover read Lightning McQueen: Confidential. I continued scrolling through the document. The next page showed a picture of a very attractive man, with bright red hair, blue eyes, and striking features. He was smiling, showing a set of bright, white teeth.

I read up on his information and found out he was considered dangerous, which scared me a little. If this guy was running loose on the streets, then why didn't the government do something about him? He surely didn't look dangerous.

I continued scrolling and found another picture. This picture wasn't a human. It was a car. It was a red sports car with the number 95 on the sides and a lightning bolt going across the side as well. That's not what was surprising. The car had a face, like it was a living thing. It had eyes on the windshield and a mouth smiling across the grille.

I was stunned. I couldn't stop staring at the picture. I then realized, maybe my dad did more different and weird work than I thought.

Speaking of my dad, guess who showed up. My father, Greg Loster. He cleared his throat, loudly. I spun around, surprised. He wasn't supposed to be home for a few hours.

I gulped and sighed nervously, "Hey dad."

He frowned, "Don't hey dad me. What are you doing down here?"

I looked down, sadly. "Look, I was bored, so I came down here and played games on your computer."

"It doesn't look like you're playing games."

I looked back at the computer, which showed the Lightning McQueen document.

"Oh, well I just opened it. I'm sorry."

His expression softened and he smiled at me. "Honey, it's alright. Just promise me you won't come down here without my permission again. Understand?"

I looked up at him and nodded in agreement. He smiled and helped me to stand. "Now, go get ready for dinner, while I finish something up real quick."

I started walking towards the door, and then I stopped. I turned back to my dad.

"Dad?"

"Yes Jesse?"

"Who is Lightning McQueen?"

He took a few minutes to reply, "Someone we shall not discuss."

"Okay...but why was that car on there? It looked like it was alive."

He turned to me, "He is a car from World War III. He has made it his destiny to ruin my life and make sure humans and cars stay separated. Do you remember that black box in my bedroom I told you to never touch?"

I nodded, "Well," he continued, "it is a portal to the cars world. That's why I don't want you touching it. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Okay?"

I nodded, somewhat confused.

He smiled and turned back to his computer, as I left the basement and made my way up the stairs.
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"What was World War III like, dad?"

We were now at the dinner table, eating lasagna, when I started thinking of that Lightning McQueen guy again. My father looked up at me and smiled.

"Well, it was bloody, oily, and very destructive. The humans have been planning to infiltrate the cars world for years. When we finally did, a couple curious cars decided to come to the human world. Lightning and his friend, Mater. The came through a portal like the black box. I found it in Lightning's pocket when he arrived at the agency. After McQueen got sent back by the Saving Imposters Agency, he battled in the war, but I was able to defeat him, or so I thought. I heard he's still alive, and I've been coming up with a plan for 10 years to get back at him and kill him for good."

I gasped. I'd never heard my dad talk like this. "Dad, are you okay?"

He looked up at me, "Jesse, how about from now on, you call me Captain Loster. Okay?"

I started to become more frightened, "But...why?"

He continued to stare at me until he responded. "I think it's time you get to bed."

I looked at him and slowly stood. I started walking away from the table and into the hall when he said, "Don't touch the black box."