The OTHER KITT, or is it?

The Truth....

The garage had been redone in the most grotesque fashion, the room was decorated with automobile body parts scattered around the floor. Oil, what KITT thought to be blood for his kind was splattered everywhere, moters, radiators, and feul pumps hung from the ceiling, and headlights and grills of all sizes were attached to the walls, many different color wires and cables also hung from the ceiling. There was also three chairs and one table, the table and chairs were made of metal and the preserved interior of past cars. Lastly, the frames of a silver D'lorean, a black Trans-Am, and a red 1958 Plymouth Fury with a white stripe on each side, KITT was scared to look into each of them, but something wanted him to. So, he went to the D'lorean first, using the grappling hook, he opened the door, and actually screamed at what he saw! There, on the seat, was Bonnie with the seatbelt on her, she was looking at him..... dead! KITT shut the door, his frame shaking, he went to the Trans-Am, opening the door to find Devon in the same state as Bonnie, except for the coffee mug in his hand, KITT closed the door, and spoke to himself, "OK, KITT, this is a dream, that's all, a horrible, macabre, twisted dream. When you wake up, tell Michael and you'll feel better.......Speaking of which?" He slowly advanced to the Plymouth, and found nothing inside, to his relief, closing the door he called Michael, "Michael where are you, I'd advise you to not come in here." Michael's footsteps could be heard coming closer to the garage, until he came into view, "Why not,pal?" Standing in front of KITT was his friend, or what was left of him anyways. His peiuples were nothing more than blue dots, his hair was matted with blood and unkept, his black leather jacket was torn in some spots, blood all over it, blue jeans stained as well, his boots leaving bloody prints. Not to mention, the wide, crazed grin on his face! KITT backed up, "Michael, what happened to you, what is all this?!" Michael laughed madly, "You should know pal, after all you DID help lure them here!" The AI flashed his headlights twice, "Who is " them"?" The once kind man walked behind the car, KITT turned to see what he meant. It was the three cars he had seen before. Michael spoke up, "These but, there's something special about this one...." He slowly walked over to the other Trans-Am, took out a knife and started to cut around the area where KITT had his scanner. Slowly, the black paint came off, revealing a faded and hollowed out area and..........midnight blue paint? "KITT gasped in horror, " Is...that...?" Michael chuckled darkly, then he pointed the blade of the knife to the right side of the room, "Over there." KITT hesitated, but his programming forced him to obey. Looking at where the agent indicated, he saw a familiar yellow scanner pinned to the wall, but it was dull and lifeless. The letters "K-A-R-R" were scraled under it in oil-black! KITT spoke so quietly, Michael could barley hear him. "I-I deactivated h-hin?" Michael came closer to him, placing a hand on his hood, "Yes and slowly too...." KITT then started to remember what really happened. *Flashback*
What he thought to be a dream was real, and when he attacked Bonnie, it was her, but when he had attacked Michael, his image represented the AI's sanity, he was actually hearing KARR scream as he was being taken to his garage, once there, KITT dismantled KARR slowly piece by piece, while he couldn't move because of the thick and heavy chains KITT had wrapped around his tires, the same fate fell upon the other cars he had captured!

Michael had "taken care" of Devon while KITT was gone in search of his "victims." But who was the "voice"? That disturbing and haunting voice...... was the REAL Michael Knight, the human's insanity slowly became the Trans-Am's! What was once a strong friendship, was now an alliance of pure evil.....

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