Christine is Fiction, This is Real

by Squeebo

Dean pours everything he can into fixing the Impala, but his Baby isn't quite the same as before. Note: This is a short first chapter, think of it as the first 5 minutes.

1. Chapter 1

The engine revved and it's roar broke the night time silence of the street, it sat, rumbling for a moment before revving again, harder, louder, beginning to spin and squeal it's tyres.

Windows lit up with house lights, squares of yellow appeared on the lawns as people looked, curious and offended out to the street.

"What the hell?"

A few doors opened, letting out their pyjama clad and angry inhabitants.

One man in particular, the sheriff, balding, moustached, couldn't run fast enough once he'd walked into the middle of the road in front of the rumbling, roaring auto-mobile.

There was screaming, panicking as the car screamed around in the cul-de-sac, straightening up and facing the fallen man.

He groaned as he got up, and the high-beams blared, the car roared and screamed forward, out of the street, leaving bloody tyre tracks behind.