The following story takes place after Christine ends in the year 1983. It
is told in the perspective of Dennis Guilder, like the original. I claim no
possession or ownership to the characters in this story.
Christine: Unending Fury
Prologue
After what happened in Darnell's garage that night so long ago, I never thought anything like that could possibly happen to me again, hell, it was impossible to begin with. Arnie's passed on now and Leigh's happily married far away. Sometimes I wish I never would've driven down that road after work with Arnie on that day, it might have prevented all of this. But even so, Arnie would have eventually spotted Christine, sitting there in front of that shabby house with the "For Sale" sign on her cracked windshield. What still plagues me is why LeBay exactly came back, and even after the following events, it still didn't seem clear to me. Someone must have a good reason to return from the grave, and LeBay had his, whatever it was.
Chapter 1 - The Cube of Mangled Steel
It had been a while since I tried to contact Inspector Mercer about the metal cube that once was Christine. I thought nothing of it and continued to work, live, etc. Then I heard about Sandy Galton, one of the punks who helped Buddy Repperton beat the living hell out of the Plymouth years ago. Apparently, a Sander Galton was killed in a hit and run at an L.A. drive-in where he worked late one night. Sandy was the only one of Repperton's gang who lived, possibly because he played a small hand in the crime, merely allowing Repperton and his cronies access to the parking lot where Arnie kept Christine. After reading about Galton's death, I worried a little more about Mercer. It had been about two weeks since I sent the letter and still no response. I managed to get the number for the PA State Police from a friend and questioned about Mercer. After being put on hold and transferred countless times, I finally got through to an operator who knew what the hell I was talking about. State Inspector Rick Mercer was killed when his car careened off the side of a road and into a river. I was shocked, I couldn't believe it. First Sandy dies in a hit-and-run and now Mercer's been in an accident. Was it starting all over again? If it was, how? I tried to think about what happened to Christine after the incident at the garage. Sometime after Arnie and his family's funeral, Mercer mentioned that he had the car crushed into a cube, and one of the workers who handled the wreck got a nasty cut on his arm from it, stitches as well. Through another series of phone calls, I located the salvage yard that the cube known as Christine was being held along with about a hundred other cars. I drove my '79 Mustang all the way from Columbus to the junkyard near McKeesport, Pennsylvania. During the drive, I thought about how Ford Changed the Mustang's appearance to make it more modern. Personally, I didn't care for the new design. The last real Mustang was the '73 model, and even then it was already ugly. Ugly but fast. With speed on my mind and an open road, I decided to open up the throttle and goosed the engine. 70.75.80.the speedometer needle kept going up. At 82mph the car started to feel sluggish so I slowed down to about 75 and hit the cruise control. During my little speed trip, I didn't notice that not one set of headlights went the other way, nor any taillights in front of me. I was the only car on the road. At that moment, a pair of dual headlights turned around the bend I just passed and was increasing rapidly. My worst fears had suddenly been realized: Christine was back. Then, the old cruiser changed lanes and passed me, apparently it wasn't the 1958 Plymouth Fury I thought it was, just a beat-up '59 Fairlane convertible occupied by some partying teenagers. By this time I had slowed down to about 60 and was coming in on my exit. I was too tired to go on so I spent the night at a shabby, third- rate motel. Lying in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the say ahead of me. When I got to the junkyard, was I going to find the rusted heap of metal? What if it wasn't there, what would I do next? What happened to Mercer and Sandy? The answers to all of these lied just beyond my reach.
Christine: Unending Fury
Prologue
After what happened in Darnell's garage that night so long ago, I never thought anything like that could possibly happen to me again, hell, it was impossible to begin with. Arnie's passed on now and Leigh's happily married far away. Sometimes I wish I never would've driven down that road after work with Arnie on that day, it might have prevented all of this. But even so, Arnie would have eventually spotted Christine, sitting there in front of that shabby house with the "For Sale" sign on her cracked windshield. What still plagues me is why LeBay exactly came back, and even after the following events, it still didn't seem clear to me. Someone must have a good reason to return from the grave, and LeBay had his, whatever it was.
Chapter 1 - The Cube of Mangled Steel
It had been a while since I tried to contact Inspector Mercer about the metal cube that once was Christine. I thought nothing of it and continued to work, live, etc. Then I heard about Sandy Galton, one of the punks who helped Buddy Repperton beat the living hell out of the Plymouth years ago. Apparently, a Sander Galton was killed in a hit and run at an L.A. drive-in where he worked late one night. Sandy was the only one of Repperton's gang who lived, possibly because he played a small hand in the crime, merely allowing Repperton and his cronies access to the parking lot where Arnie kept Christine. After reading about Galton's death, I worried a little more about Mercer. It had been about two weeks since I sent the letter and still no response. I managed to get the number for the PA State Police from a friend and questioned about Mercer. After being put on hold and transferred countless times, I finally got through to an operator who knew what the hell I was talking about. State Inspector Rick Mercer was killed when his car careened off the side of a road and into a river. I was shocked, I couldn't believe it. First Sandy dies in a hit-and-run and now Mercer's been in an accident. Was it starting all over again? If it was, how? I tried to think about what happened to Christine after the incident at the garage. Sometime after Arnie and his family's funeral, Mercer mentioned that he had the car crushed into a cube, and one of the workers who handled the wreck got a nasty cut on his arm from it, stitches as well. Through another series of phone calls, I located the salvage yard that the cube known as Christine was being held along with about a hundred other cars. I drove my '79 Mustang all the way from Columbus to the junkyard near McKeesport, Pennsylvania. During the drive, I thought about how Ford Changed the Mustang's appearance to make it more modern. Personally, I didn't care for the new design. The last real Mustang was the '73 model, and even then it was already ugly. Ugly but fast. With speed on my mind and an open road, I decided to open up the throttle and goosed the engine. 70.75.80.the speedometer needle kept going up. At 82mph the car started to feel sluggish so I slowed down to about 75 and hit the cruise control. During my little speed trip, I didn't notice that not one set of headlights went the other way, nor any taillights in front of me. I was the only car on the road. At that moment, a pair of dual headlights turned around the bend I just passed and was increasing rapidly. My worst fears had suddenly been realized: Christine was back. Then, the old cruiser changed lanes and passed me, apparently it wasn't the 1958 Plymouth Fury I thought it was, just a beat-up '59 Fairlane convertible occupied by some partying teenagers. By this time I had slowed down to about 60 and was coming in on my exit. I was too tired to go on so I spent the night at a shabby, third- rate motel. Lying in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the say ahead of me. When I got to the junkyard, was I going to find the rusted heap of metal? What if it wasn't there, what would I do next? What happened to Mercer and Sandy? The answers to all of these lied just beyond my reach.
