A/N: Here's an extra long chapter. Sorry for the wait and thanks for all the reads and votes. They mean really much to me.

I woke up the next day. My alarm had gone off at 5:25, as usual. I stood up and walked to my charged phone and turned the alarm off. Taking it I walked back to my bed and watched some YouTube.

Michael Gerade eben

|Anything new?|
Antworten |Als gelesen markieren

I opened the message.

You
I wasn't able to get into the|
office just yet, sorry|

Michael
|No problem. Are you alright?

You
Always|

Michael
|You sure?

You
Nah, I'm just pretending. This|
wasn't sarcastic at all. But|
thanks nonetheless.|

Michael
|Alright. Could you get back to
|KARR soon?

You
I will, don't worry|

I closed WhatsApp and continued to watch YouTube.

Blackmill Gerade eben

|I'd like the report now.|
Antwortent|Als gelesen markieren

Sighing I opened the message and wrote back:

You
Just a second|

I found myself in the garage, McQueen arrived a second after me.
"Here I am."
Blackmill noticed me and gestured me to him. We both went into his office.
"Here are the files. I wanted you to see them before destroying them. I've only skimmed through them."
He nodded.
"Good job..."
After a while he read all of them.
"Throw them into the fire."
Now I was mildly confused.
"What fire?"
"Upstairs. The second room on the right. It's used to burn things we don't need or want."
"Alright."
I exited the office, and the room closed. If you were to look at it now, no matter how thorough the search, you wouldn't find it. The stairs lead me up to the hallway, and on my left side were the stairs. After I climbed them I turned to the right and walked into the second room. And wouldn't you know it, it held a big oven with an even bigger fire. Now, I'm not afraid of fire, but it did... impress me. To my luck they had a shovel to insert the documents. I put them on the shovel and opened the window. The flame nearly jumped towards me, but I just shoved them in and closed it. I let out the air relieved, then stood up and walked out.
"Done. Hey, I was wondering... How did you get the formula?"
He looked at me a bit surprised.
"Why?"
"I dunno. Maybe the fact that only two people alive know it. And one happens to be my former boss?"
I admit, I was being sassy. But I had a good reason? Why WOULDN'T I wonder?
"Chlara. There is no need to know. Believe me. Some things are just not important enough."
"Why can't you tell me? I mean, you blackmailed me into this. Can't be that bad."
He sighed heavily.
"What do you know about Worldtravelling?"
"Probably the basics... Why?"
"Do you know, that you can bring people before they died canonically?"
"Like Timetravelling?"
"Exactly. Does this answer that?"
"But who gave it to you?"
"You are smart. You'll figure it out."
Now I sighed and threw my hands up.
"Alright."
"Any other questions?"
"... Do you know how Worldtravellers are 'elected'?"
I wanted to know that since I got one myself.
"There are two similar options. We have a ministry that elects people who want to do good. The second would be getting the magic from someone else. That's how the criminals can become Worldtravellers."
"Ah... That sounds plausible. That's probably why you are one too... But who in their right mind elected me? I mean, I was... Twelve. That's really young! Way too young!"
"But you always wanted to do something good. To change something for the better."
'While that may be true, why a twelve year old?' I thought.
"Because you were mature enough."
I let out a laugh.
"In what world am I mature?"
He looked serious.
"The way you handle, or try to handle, your emotions. The way you act. You may be heated, but you always try to do things verbally. Now, if you manage to succeed isn't important. You never laughed about a word you didn't know."
"Of co- Oh. Wait a second, how do you know about...?"
When I was eight or nine, we had to collect newspapers and read them. In one of them rape was mentioned. I had to explain to my laughing class, what that was. No one laughed after my rage-filled explanation. I still don't know how I knew about... That.
"How? I looked at your files. Yes, even those from your old school."
Not being able to speak, I looked at him surprised.
"Wh-...? Why?"
"Simple. I like to know who I work with."
"How!?"
"We have an EMP. Do you really think, we couldn't get this information?"
That was true.
"Wow."
He smiled.
"I don't have anything for you, I'm afraid. How about you go home?"
I nodded. In the next second I was back in my room.
"Shit..."
He could access any information, without any effort... That was really bad. I opened WhatsApp and told Michael. At least one information! Out of many... But I could and had to get it! And I would. For now though, I'd relax, and watch something on YouTube.

After an event less morning me and mom came back home. We were talking about everything, and as soon as I was in, my dad looked at us from the kitchen and greeted us energetically.
"Hi dad!"
"Chlara! Mom!", he exclaimed while hugging us both.
"How are you?"
I responded with:
"Great, and you? Could you finally get enough sleep?"
"Yes."
Because his work required him to work until eleven PM, he had to sleep longer.
My parents walked into the kitchen, and I threw myself on my bed. I took a book and read a bit. A little bit later my phone started lighting up. I looked at the screen. It was a message from Wattpad. A private one. I chatted a bit with them, and then went on to check on any messages from YouTube. Thankfully there was nothing, so I returned to my book.

An hour passed and my phone lit up again. When I opened it, my background had changed... It was originally a photo from my family, but now it had changed to scenary. There was no message displayed, so I unlocked my phone. Still no message. The background there had changed too! A different scenary, rocky mountains were now shown. What was this? And why? After a bit of testing I realized that everything was working perfectly fine. I looked into my gallery and found the pictures. But why did they replace my pictures? The old backgrounds were still there, just not as my background. After setting them up as background, I looked through all my phone and even made a security check. Nothing. That was even more confusing. I closed the gallery and looked after everything I had installed. I expected SOME changes, but except for my backgrounds, there were none. 'Am I retarded or something...?' Laying the phone down I looked at my 3DS. I opened it up, switched it on and waited for it, to load everything. My theming had been changed! Why would anyone hack into my stuff to just change the theming/background? And I KNEW that that hadn't been me. This theming wasn't even available! It showed several cars, all with different colors, but I knew all of them.
"The hell...?"
Now I decided to check the switch. I switched it on (pun unintended but welcome) and who would have guessed it? It was also changed. I didn't even know it could have theming but it did, the same as my 3DS. How was that possible? I guessed my laptop had also been changed, so I didn't even take a look at it. Who had changed these? And why? I never spent any money on my account, and didn't have really valuable information either. It didn't add up.
"Chlara? Do you want to go with me?"
My mom.
"'Course! Just a second!"
I turned everything off and put my shoes and jacket on.
"Done!"
"Great!"
We said bye to dad and went. And guess who was waiting for us outside? McQueen!
"Hey! McQueen is back!"
"Yes! Since yesterday, actually. We wanted to surprise you."
She smiled at me, and my cheeks were starting to hurt. I was happy about it.
"Although I don't know what happened to him..."
"What do you mean?" I asked her puzzled.
"You see that he is lower to the ground. And every single tiny bit of rust is gone!"
The MBS showed.
"Eh, at least we won't accidentally destroy him!"
I waited patiently for my mom to unlock the doors. I didn't sit down, I let myself fall down because of my happyness. I stroked the armrest on my right. I had really missed him.
"We were right. You would be overly happy to see him again."
"Of course! He was the first love of my life!"
That wasn't even exaggerated! I loved the so called 'Shark-eyes', and the wood that went through the whole car as an accent. He was the first car that I knew, and lasted the longest. After him came SST with six years now.
My mom chuckled.
"I know."
We began to drive to get groceries. While driving, sometimes when I looked at the radio, it would show messages. Comments on our conversations, or just things he wanted to say. It was hard to not show, but doable.
"It's nice to have him back."
I didn't know why, but I had to say it.
"It is."
We arrived at 'Kaufland' and got everything. It felt great to just talk to mum. Half an hour later we were done and went back to McQueen. We drove to Maja's Kindergarten.
"Hi!" I greeted the aunts. That's what they were called by everyone.
"Chlara! How are you? Misses Mistić, how are you?"
"Great!" we said in unison.
The two talked about how Maja had behaved.
"Keke!"
I only heard stomping before Maja hugged me tight. Aaaand the other kids came up.
"Here! For you!" a little girl gave me a bead with a googly eye.
"Aww! Thank you!" I exclaimed happily. It was always cute. And I was genuinely happy.
"I have to show Keke!" and Maja ran to the drawers. She came back with some papers. Alright, lots of them.
"I drew this for you..." I was handed a few, "And Mama!"she handed them to mom.
"Great, Maja!"
The drawings were mostly random lines, but they were drawn by a four year old, so it didn't really matter.
Then we had to go. We said goodbye and drove the few meters back to home.
"Guess who's home?" mom asked when we entered the flat (yes, I've settled on flat).
"Maja!" my dad shouted happily.
The two hugged each other.
"Keke! Mama!" came then and we all hugged.
"Će Keke anmachen?"
"No, but we can play!"
"... Okay!"
We played for a few hours, before I asked my classmates, if we had got homework. In maths, German, IMP and History. A few sheets of paper. I had plenty of time, so I just worked on History. It was the easiest out of the four, and the one that cost the least time. Then I got a call. It was from Ninette.
"Hey, wanna meet up with me and the others?"
"I'll have to ask my parents first, but sure! When and where?"
"In twenty or so minutes at my flat."
"Cool, I'll ask."
And my parents allowed it, I told Ninette then. My mom would drive me there.

After a twenty minute drive we got there. I kissed my mom on the cheek.
"Bye! And don't cause any trouble!"
I replied:
"Don't worry!"
I waved as I got out.
"Love you!"
"I know. Love you too!"
I rang the bell.
"Yes?" Ninettes mom.
"It's me, Chlara!"
The door unlocked and I opened it. The stairs made me a bit exhausted, but after two sets of staircases I reached the flat of Ninette.
"Chlara! We need to talk!" Ninette exclaimed happily.
"Let me come in! Then we can talk," I laughingly said.
She actually waited, until I got out of my shoes and jacket before dragging me into her room. Nicki and Chris were already in.
"What did they want from you?" Chris asked. His words had a strange impact. Nicki seemed worried, Chris a bit furious, and Ninette both.
I had to shake my head.
"You are already too deep in this. Telling you anything would be straight up murder. But! I found McQueen! He is back!"
Chris looked at me, as if I was completely nuts.
"You have to tell us! And don't try to lure us away from the fact that you have to do SOMETHING!"
Now Ninette added:
"And besides! How would they know?"
'We have an EMP. Do you really think, we couldn't get this information?' Simon's voice rang in my head.
"They'd know."
"As if!" Nicki exclaimed unbelieving.
"... How would you know?" Chris asked a bit scared.
"... I just know. You have to trust me on this one."
Silence.
"Could we pick up a different topic?"
"And which one?"
Now I smiled.
"I have a sentient, indestructible, Dudu-like family car!"
Chris was the only one who knew the movies about a computerized beetle.
"Really? Cool!... What do you mean with sentient?"
My phone vibrated.

Blackmill

Yes, you can tell them that. Nothing more.

"He has an AI in him!"
They were impressed.
"Really?... Was it him that attacked us...?"
"No, he didn't have one back then."
"Back then? That was only three days ago!... "
"Yeah... But! It wasn't him!"
"How did he get indestructible?"
Now I didn't know what I could and couldn't say. I decided to just go for it.
"I don't know exactly. The guy that attacked us got the formula. What I do know is that he got it from skmeone that died later in the show. Kinda like time travel. Then he applied it to McQueen modifications."
"Any suspicions on who it was?"
"Depends on what you mean."
"Who gave the formula to him."
"Well, there were four people that have died who could've done it."
"So... The guy from Brazil, the two Knights... And?"
"Adrianne could be an option."
"The woman that threw KITT out and busted out Garthe?"
"Yup. But who?"
My phone vibrated again.

You are smart. You'll figure it out.

Well, wasn't that relaxing?
"Who is texting you the whole time!?" I heard Chris' unnerved voice before he grabbed my phone.
"Sounds English or American... Or Australian... Who is that? And why is he always texting you that cryp- The fuck...!?" he muttered unbelieving.
"Give it back. Please."
I just took it back. The others seemed really shocked.

Vor 1 Minute
None of your business. Now give it back.

I swallowed. That was anything but good. Shit.
"Oh Scheiße...!"
"What does that mean...!?"

It means that Chlara has talked enough. And that you are too curious.

That message suddenly displayed on Ninette's monitor. I probably got paler than I already was.
"Who are you!?"

Someone that you won't ever get to know. If you are clever, that is.

"Are you the one forcing her to be quiet!?" Chris seemed really pissed.

No, how did you get that idea?

"Leave him alone!" me and Nicki shouted.
"Alright. Get off of my screen and we won't talk about worldtraveling stuff anymore."

Alright.

And my phone vibrated.

I like it here more anyway. More private.

"You asshole...!" I whispered stunned.

That's not nice.

"Where would it be more private?" Ninette thought out loud.

Tell them that there is no escape.

"Bestimmt... Arsch offen oder was?" I sighed heavily, "I'm afraid nowhere."
"... Throw your- Wait, where is your watch? And your earrings?"
"Sorry, can't tell..."
"Why? I really hate this!"

Aww, poor Chris...

"Shut it!" I exclaimed.
"Wow, really nice!"
Chris seemed hurt.
"Not you! The asshole on my phone!"

Wow, really nice.

"What did I say? Shut. Up!... I'm sorry I'll have to go home. This isn't going anywhere good. We'll stay in touch!"
"No. We should get this out of the way. We can help!"
Although she seemed reluctant, Nicki nodded. Ninette seemed to be determined and nodded too.
"I do not want you to be in danger!"
"We won't don't worry."
I cleared my throat.
"Do I have to remind you of the bridge?"
"That won't happen again!"
"That's what you think and hope. Not what will happen. I'm sorry, but you HAVE to stay out of this. Please."

I'm sorry, but I'll have to order you here.

"I'm sorry my ass...!" I muttered.

"OH GOD!"
Suddenly I was in front of Blackmill.
"I know you don't like me, but that is just overreacting," he calmly explained with a grin.
"I don't think so, if I'm being honest," I told him angered.
"What is this all about!?"
"I'm impressed and happy, that you didn't tell them anything."
My stare could only be described as 'Are you serious!?'. 'You THREATENED me and my friends, and then thought it was-! You complete and utter shitty asshole!' I thought.
"Just so you know! I did it to protect them!"
"I know. And?"
"I can't stand this all! I am not someone for crimes! And you know that!"
"Yet."
My pulse went up to 180.
"I'll never be! So shut it!... Why am I here!?"
"Simply because you need a -"
Matthias came up to us, he seemed stressed.
"Simon! Someone from the Foundation is here! I think it's this RC!"
We both looked at him dumbfounded.
"What!? Chlara, you stay here, no matter what!"
"No! I won't!"
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice!" He told me through gritted teeth.
Then he left me alone with McQueen and Matthias.
"Believe me, he knows what he's doing. Don't worry."
"Yeah, right!"
Yes, I was mildly furious. And I needed to know what was going on there!
"Chlara? Could you please get in?" McQueen asked cautiously while opening his door. I got in and saw a live-feed from the two.

" - to ask if you know this woman here," RC asked Blackmill.
He held a photo of me up. Seemingly clueless Blackmill answered:
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know her... I have seen her in a shop near here, though. Maybe try it there?"
"Thanks! I'll be sure to do that."
And then he walked away, to KARR. He stood there for a few seconds before shaking his head and getting in.

"Who was that?" McQueen wanted to know.
"Someone from my old work..."
I got out. 'I wouldn't be surprised if RC and KARR knew that I am in here...' I thought. If they did, I hoped they would not try to get in.
Blackmill came back.
"That'll keep them on the line for a while. But they do have a suspicion. You need to go somewhere else. They'll also search for you, McQueen. You'll go with Chlara. Chlara, get out of this world, at least for a while. How about... McQueen, the last show Chlara watched on... Amazon!"
"I'm not letting her to that LA!"
"Which o- Oh! Lucifer it is. Cool."
"Not cool! Bad! Shitty!"
"Language please!" Blackmill joked.
"But yes. And now go, they are suspicious enough."
I kept calm.
"Good luck convincing McQueen."
It nearly seemed like it was smoking out of his hood. The temperature told me the same thing. It was getting too hot!
"McQueen, she has you with her, doesn't she?"
"... Yes...?" his cautious and enraged voice came out.
"So she won't get into any danger. As long as she disguises herself, she shouldn't be too much in danger."
"And what is with the namegiver?"
Now I answered.
"For now back in hell."
He finally sighed.
"Alright..."
And to my delight he stopped smoking and his temperature decreased.
"And as soon as we're there we'll check on your cooler! You shouldn't smoke like that!"
"... I'm a car, I can't smoke. I don't have lungs."
"... McQueen?"
"Yeah?"
"Do not joke about that!"
And without letting him answer, we both jumped into the 'Lucifer'-world