This is just a one shot story. A modernized short story of Erik dealing with the loss of Christine. Yes, one gets the idea that Erik is a bit of a badass, but he sort of was in the movie too. Hmm, that being said, unlike my other PotO oneshot this is written in prose and not in verse. Reviews and critiques are welcome. Disclaimer: Obviously neither character is mine, but the concept of this short plot is.
Erik slid out from under his car and rolled off the scooter.
"Alright, it's gonna work this time," he repeated like a mantra as he moved behind the wheel of his car. "Come on baby, come on," turned the key in the ignition and nothing happened. Again, same results. "Come on," the engine sprang to life.
"Yes," just as the car spluttered and died. He slumped out of the car and walked halfway across the garage.
"Piece of crap," he turned and threw the wrench at the hood of his broken car. "Guess I'm gonna have to call Flurry. After all a party waits for no one. Then again, I'm the party." Erik smirked as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed Flurry's number. He waited. "Shit." Hanging up the phone he looked at the car again with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. "
I'm going to that party one way or another." Determined, he stalked over to the car, prepared to beat it into submission.
An hour and a half later, he was on the road. Snow was falling down in tiny crisp flakes and was brushed aside impatiently by the windshield wipers. Erik stared ahead at the winding trail of traffic, willing the trucks and cars to move. He squinted against the glare to see where the trail began. Frusterated, Erik slammed his hands against the steering wheel and slouched back into the seat. As he sat, the wind began to pick up and snow floated across his window in a swirl of shimmering lights.
Following these beacons with his eyes, he found himself outside, and Christine was walking barefoot in the snow.
"Christine, what are you doing? You'll get sick again. Get in the car." Erik sputtered as he jogged towards her. She laughed and spread her arms wide.
"Erik," she cooed as she spun, stopping only when she heard him call her name again. "Erik, you must stay. You have to learn; this is your life now." She turned to walk away.
"Christine, don't leave. Don't go." His voice was lost in the noise. She smiled reassuringly over her shoulder and walked on, only to fade out of sight.
"I don't want to be alone." Erik whispered as he picked his head off the wheel.
Behind him, cars bellowed irritably as he glanced in his rearview and saw a buildup of traffic behind him; the road ahead now clear. "Alright, I'm going, asshole," Erik spat while swiping at his face. "I'm going, Jesus." With that, he flipped off the driver behind him, kicked the car into gear and sped off down the highway.