Knight of the Titans
Chapter 1
Beginnings
It was a dark, and stormy night in Chicago. A lone teen wandered the streets in search of his shelter for the night. Off in the distance he noticed an old, abandoned warehouse and the first thought that came to mind was, "shelter". As he wandered toward the warehouse he sensed that he was being watched. He glanced at his surroundings and shrugged. He continued toward the building and spotted a side door. The teen walked up to the door and found out that it was locked. Odd, he thought, but shrugged and started to search the ground. He then spotted his target. A small rusted paper clip. He picked it up and started to fiddle with it. After a minute he slid the paperclip in to the keyhole of the door handle and expertly picked the lock. He eventually found himself in the cavernous building. He looked around and decided it used to be an old airplane hanger. He saw some old, rusted barrels and saw that they would serve the purpose of his support for sleeping. He sat down and leaned against the barrels and eventually drifted off to sleep.
This is my story. I am 16 years old and was abandoned at the age of 9. From then on I lived the streets and smartened up my skills for the challenges that lay ahead. I have been wandering for 7 years and found out that I am an extremely intelligent person. I never really wanted to get a job and preferred to stay on the streets. I became a lone wolf and here I am now.
A loud roaring noise awakened be from my slumber. I rubbed sleep from my eyes just in time to see a black mustang come roaring out of the ground and rocket off. I thought I was either still dreaming or had gone insane. Mustangs just don't grow out of the ground, do they? I slowly got up and walked over to where I had seen the car come out of the ground. I noticed something I hadn't last night in my short examination of the building. A small groove in the ground traced out a large rectangle. I stomped on it, I jumped on and eventually I gave up and went back to sit by the barrels. I waited and waited but the car never came back. Eventually I dozed off only to be woken by another loud roaring. This time I woke up quickly and crouched behind one of the barrels, being careful not to let my sandy blonde lockes show. The same mustang came roaring into the warehouse and slowed to a stop. It seemed to be waiting for something. The panel in the ground had already opened so I was oblivious to what it could be waiting for. I noticed a strange pulsating red line inside the hood scoop and became aware of the tinted black windows. Then I froze, the driver side door had opened and a man was getting out. I felt my heart beat faster and I could feel my body preparing to run. He shut the door and started to walk straight towards my hiding place as if he knew exactly where I was. I was going nuts on the inside when a thought struck me. Maybe he could help me. So I did the stupidest thing I could possibly do. I stood up. He froze, then continued to walk toward me if not slower. Then he stopped, about 6 feet away, and said, "Who are you?". I simply stated, "My name is Maxwell Knight, but you can call me Max". He stood, staring at me, with a dumbfounded look on his face. I began to walk toward him and he held up a hand, signaling me to stop. Then he walked back to his car and leaned in the passengers side. He started talking but to whom I could not see. Then he motioned for me to get in the car. I slowly approached the car as he walked around and got in the drivers side. As I got in a voice said, "Michael, do you really think this is a good idea?", and the guy replied, "I don't know KITT, we'll just have to find out". He turned to me and said, "My name is Michael Knight and this is KITT.", pointing at the dash. I started to look at the dash and said in a questioning tone, "KITT?". Then, the most startling thing happened, the car started to talk and it said, "Yes, I am KITT, the Knight Industries Three Thousand." I promptly fainted.