Christine's Romantic Adventures

Trans Am

As the two cars sat in silence, it began to snow ever so slightly.

"Oh fuck. I'm never gonna make it down south for the winter." Christine moaned ever so slightly.

Just as she complained, she heard the crunch of frozen leaves. KITT's red scanner illuminated the area.

"Christine you're welcome to stay, however there isn't any bedding for you and you'll have to sleep on the cold concrete floor." KITT said invitingly.

"Bedding? You mean to say you sleep on anything other then the ground"

"It's comfy okayy" Herbie said. "So you coming with us?"

"Sure." Christine agreed, she wanted to seem really irritated about it, but she was very grateful.

"So, is there any other way to get out of this place other than jumping the guardrail? I don't wish to scratch my undercarriage" KITT asked, using his monotone voice.

"Follow me, make sure you have your high beams on, you're gonna need them" Christine instructed. She then started her engine.

She led them through acres of dark, thick forest, where KITT constantly complained driving the other two nuts. The darkness grew so immense all she could see was the light coming from her double beam headlights, which were very bright for a car without LED headlights. Eventually, she took a turn that led to a back road with a few houses off of it, one being completely destroyed and covered in vines, roots, and decaying wood. A light dusting of snow began to cover the roads, there wasn't anyone in sight, it was far too late for any trick or treaters.

"Jeez, I wonder what happened to this dump." Herbie said as he came to Christine's side.

"You don't know about this neck of the woods do you?" Christine asked. "Hey KITT, why don't you look up this address and see if you can find what happened to this house."

"Okay, here's what I can find, there's an old news article from 1979, would you like me to read it?" KITT responded.

"Sure."

KITT began to read out loud as they drove. "In December 1978, William Darnell, owner of Darnell's Do It Yourself Garage, was found dead in the remnants of his own home. Investigators have evidence to believe that an older car smashed through his home's walls, and scared him into a heart attack. Red paint and pieces of chrome trim, along with hints of carbon monoxide litter what's left of his house. The only suspect is Arnold Cunningham, who died in a motor vehicle accident alongside his mother on their way to college. Arnold's father was found deceased inside of his Red 1958 Plymouth Fury, on the same night."

The two other cars went silent for a while.

"So you did that?" Herbie asked after a moment.

"Yep, and I don't regret a thing." Christine started. "You guys know the rest of the way from here?"

"I have my GPS, follow me." KITT said as he took the lead of the group.

He led them to the highway, where they drove for about 5 minutes, when KITT took an exit that led to a small suburban area.

"Here we are. Go ahead inside, I'm going to let Micheal know you're staying." KITT said before pulling out of the lot that belongs to the large building ahead of them, and going further down the road.

Herbie opened the large garage door as the snow began to pick up, Christine followed him inside. The warmth instantly kissed her fenders as she entered. The door shut behind her, sealing out the cold. She was surrounded by high-tech looking machines, and a large semi truck.

"This is KITT's side, also where Michael and them will meet every now and then, they decided to move up here so Michael could be with his pregnant wife without having to ditch his job." Herbie explained, they crossed a large yellow tape line on the floor. The other side was much smaller, and emptier, only half of it had posters of Herbie, and a bunch of fluffy pillows on top of a very fuzzy carpet.

"If you don't mind, can you run through that machine over there?" Herbie asked warmly.

"What machine?" Christine responded.

"Follow me." Herbie said, then backtracked to the rear corner of KITT's side. There was a large machine that had an opening large enough to just fit Christine. As she crept inside, it instantly sprayed every inch of her with pressurized soapy water, blowing off every bit of dust, dirt, and grime off of her, it then rinsed her with regular water, then dried her with warm air.

"Why?" Christine asked as she pulled out of the machine, her paint shimmering brighter than it ever had before.

"One, because now you look absolutely stunning, Two, because KITT is a complete germaphobe." Herbie said. "I'm going to see if I can find anything comfy for you to rest on for the night, if I can't, are you alright with sleeping on my bed and I'll sleep on the cold concrete?"

"Herb, I've slept on nothing but grass and concrete all my life, I'll be fine." Christine argued.

"Let me be a gentleman." Herbie said, then disappeared on KITT's side.

Christine looked out a small window, noticing the snow was starting to get high.

"Herbie?" Christine yelled.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Is KITT gonna get stuck out there? The snow is getting pretty thick."

"He will stay at their house if he can't make it."

"I'm going to go look for him. What's their address?"

"5673, Brinwood avenue, but I would feel better if you stayed here, I'd go with you but I handle terribly in the snow."

"I've driven through worse and destroyed a house in it, I'll be fine."

"Okay, but I can't go looking for you, I'll get you a bed set up for when you get back."

Christine waited for Herbie to open the door, and she left.

There was a wicked winter storm outside. It seemed like it was the middle of December. Her thin tires sliced through the 2 inches of snow that had already fallen like a knife slicing through a big meaty steak. Though they weren't great for the snow, they did what they had to. Her headlights pierced the snowy air, vision was terrible. She was familiar with the area, she was born and raised there. As the sharp icy air blew wickedly against her, the wind picked up, harder and harder, she could almost feel it pushing her back, her engine revved hard, "Keep it in low gear Christine" she motivated herself, she made it half a mile before she found the black Trans Am in a snowbank. The tire marks had been lightly covered with snow, but it wasn't just one car who spun out, it was a car that pushed one.

"KITT? Are you alright?" Christine asked.

"You n-need t-t-t-to find-d-d M-Michael-l" KITT glitched.

Christine checked her mirrors, she had to go back and tell Herbie, but neither of them could do anything, her tires were far too thin to pull KITT out, and she knew Michael wouldn't be able to understand her, or recognize her. She began to turn back, knowing this would have to wait till morning. But then, she heard it. The evil horn of the evil car, his engine roared fiercely toward her. To her horror, she watched as his headlights grew nearer in her mirrors. She tried to kick it into gear and speed forward, but her tires just spun.

"YOU SHITTER!" She screamed at him, but a collision was unavoidable. She was hit so hard she was thrown forward and wrapped around a tree, shattering all her windows and distorting her red body.