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Chapter 3- Survivors

A room with jail cells. It was definitely hi-tech. The guards opened each cell with a scanning card. The bars of the jail cell were made of laser beams that glowed blue and shocked Streak with every touch. Streak didn't know how long he would be in here for.

It could be hours, days, months, maybe even years! The other five were lined up next to him in their cells. From left to right, it was a brown truck, an orange car, a yellow car, a white car, a blue car, and a red car (Streak).

"Hey, kid! Still alive in their?", said the blue car.

"Yah, I'm alright, for now", replied Streak. "Can I get an explanation?", he continued.

 "An explanation of what?", asked the car.

"Everything", said Streak.

 "Fine, but it's a long story", the blue car said.

"I'm not going anywhere. I've got time", Streak commented.

"It all starts back in Hotwheels City. It was a normal, happy city up until Black and his stupid guards showed up. They invaded the city and captured everyone. Everyone except for us. We don't know what they want, but we knew we had to leave the city. My team and I hid for months underground. We trained and trained until we were ready.

Then we got ourselves caught in order to save Hotwheels City. Now we are here, explaining this to you", the blue car explained. "What about you? How'd you get caught up in this mess?", asked the car.

"I was coming back from a little vacation in Miami, Florida. My plane dropped us off at the airport and left us there. Black found us and captured the citizens. I escaped and tried to flee. After a while, they finally caught me. I had no idea what was happening", told Streak.

Streak couldn't see this car, but he recognized the voice. It was the blue car from the Arena. They spoke between the bars, randomly getting shocked every few minutes. Streak talked to this car a lot.

He lost count of the days. He had no idea what day it was. But, he guessed it had been about a week since he was brought to this dreadful place. It was very boring there. Nothing to do, but sit and talk.

Streak began to think. 'Will we ever get out of here? What will happen to these cars? Will I survive another possible arena test? Will this be the end of me?' He thought negatively. The situation was rough and there he was thinking about dying here in the middle of all of this.

No. Streak had to survive!

'I have to talk to these cars and we have to get out of here'.

And so he did. He talked to the blue car the most, though. It seemed they were almost like prison friends or something. Which Streak would need in order to survive.

He learned each of the cars names, finally. The blue car whom he chatted with was Wave. The white car was Powerhouse. The yellow was U.V. The orange one was Ricochet. Lastly, the large brown, rugged looking truck was called Rummage.

He told Wave that he wanted to get out of there. Wave paused like he was thinking. He tended to do that a lot. Streak and Wave talked and passed the info down the line. If someone had an escape idea, they would share it on either side (except for Streak and Rummage) and then pass it down.

They learned when to talk and when not to. They had thrown a few ideas out and would continue more in detail thoughts the next day.

Streak was getting kinda used to his routine. He would wake up, talk to Wave, eat breakfast, talk to Wave, eat lunch, talk to Wave, eat dinner, talk to Wave, go back to sleep and do it all over again tomorrow.

The food was just as you would think it was for a prison- crappy. Streak complained every time he was brought slop on a tray. He thought it looked like they'd made it in a dumpster and/or found it there. He started to become a little hungry every once and a while.

Mostly because they gave most of their food to Rummage who had an infinite apatite. The food was disgusting, usually, but on Thanksgiving Day, it was actually pretty good. It's like they fired the old chef and hired a new one. He could picture Black forcing employees into the Arena to save their jobs on the small chances of survival.

But, that's just who Captain Black is.

Streak and the others got three mealtimes throughout the day. It helped Streak remember the time. Breakfast at 8, lunch at 1, dinner at 5. It was too simple and boring for Streak. The worst part of all is that he didn't even get to leave his cell and stretch out his frame. He was parked there for at least a week without barely rolling his tires. It was like torture.

Streak wanted to get out desperately and move his tires while stretching his frame. He remembered when Black chased him. How it felt when he drove fast. The wind lapping against his hood. When he could Power-jump all he wanted.

But, that was taken away from him, all because of Black.

Streak and the other 5 cars talked and knew it was time to escape. They devised a plan to do so. Streak would finally escape! And he would do it with his new friends!

On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, they would have a buff and intimidating server. On Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, they had a smaller car named Eugene. To make it even easier on themselves, the would escape on a Eugene day. They went over their plan all Saturday in between Eugene serving the three crappy meals. Then, Sunday would be the escape day.

It was almost dinner time and they would escape when Eugene came. Streak would steal the scanning card when Eugene turns around to leave. Streak would bust out and take down Eugene, whom wasn't all that strong-looking, and then free the others. They would escape!

It was almost five o'clock and they were expecting Eugene to bring in dinner any minute. Ricochet had been counting the hours until five. He was patient like that. He stopped counting and looked up in his cell.
"Five o'clock", he stated.

Streak prepped himself for an epic escape. He was ready to go and move his tires and stretch. He noticed the shadow of Eugene driving down the hall. The shadow slicked across the sad gray walls. Until Eugene came in the room.

Except, it wasn't Eugene, the small car. It wasn't buff Larry, either.

It was Captain Black. He looked super mad, too! How would they escape now? How did Black know about their plan?

Black saw the shock on the cars' faces. He looked up at a tiny security camera that Streak had never even noticed. Black smiled his evil grin and elongated a taser-stick from his wheel.

Wave was completely shocked (that he had failed) and not by the taser, yet.

Then, Black turned on his taser and headed towards Streak.