The Knight Isn't Over
Yippee! My first Knight Rider fan fic! *dances around for joy* Please read and review and be as harsh as you want. This is my first fan fic, so I want to improve it as much as possible.
Song: I Will Believe (by Nicole Nordeman)
DISCLAIMER
Michael Knight, KITT, Bonnie Barstow, and Devon Miles all belong to Glen Larson. All other characters (including the dog) belong to me :-)
The sounds of hissing tires and the furious whine of a turbine engine filled the huge garage at the Foundation for Law and Government. One side of the room was filled with computer equipment. The other side was stashed with spare car parts and useful equipment.
Three men were busily muttering to one another as they hovered over the computers.
In the middle of it all, a shining black Trans Am was balanced precariously on a car lift. On the customized front nose, a red scanner was swishing rapidly back and forth, showing its fear.
"We've got to do away with it, now," he heard one man mutter. "I can't take much more of that awful noise it's making."
Kitt purposely revved his engine angrily again.
Kitt's tires squealed desperately on the air, but he was held in the air by the car lift. He couldn't move. He couldn't get away! Where was Michael?
"Kitt!"
Kitt froze at the familiar voice. "Michael!" he called, puzzled. "Where are you?"
He scanned the area over and over again, but he couldn't find his friend and partner. Where was he?
"Right outside," Michael's voice replied, as if coming from far away. "All right, relax. Just let these guys do what they need to do. Don't worry, partner, it'll be fine."
Kitt automatically relaxed at Michael's words of reassurance. He shivered at the tingling sensation of another computer accessing his CPU.
"Don't worry, not too much longer," Michael kept on comforting him. "You hang in there."
"But Michael…"
"It'll be okay, Kitt," Michael interrupted gently. "Trust me."
"I trust you, Michael," Kitt said shakily.
In the next few seconds, Kitt felt himself being overridden by that other computer. He felt like he was falling. He tried to call out for Michael again. But he felt so weak. "Michael, help me…"
"Hang in there, buddy," Michael's voice said in the distance, murmuring his reassurance. For a brief moment Kitt thought it sounded oddly far away and static.
But suddenly all his thoughts were choked away from him. He tried to cry out one last time in protest of what they were doing to him, but he was too late.
One by one, Kitt's systems went offline as the other computer overrode him and shut him down.
"No…" he managed to choke. Michael, why are you doing this to me?
Then everything went dark, and he felt himself sliding away into a dark world of oblivion.
"What? What do you mean, he's been destroyed?" Michael demanded hotly, feeling his heart sink. His breath came faster, and a sweat broke out over his forehead.
Ethan Lowry, the brand new director of FLAG, shrugged helplessly. "It just happened this morning. A colleague of mine was driving the car, and they drove into a trap. Five missiles at once apparently were too much for the Knight Two Thousand to cope with. The CPU has been completely burnt out, and the car body is quite a mess. It's beyond hope of a repair, Mr. Knight. I'm sorry."
A terrible chill ran down Michael's spine, and down his arms. No. No…it couldn't be possible. It was too…too impossible…no!
"Kitt's gone?" he repeated slowly.
"I'm afraid so," the new FLAG director said in a voice full of regret. "If there was anything I could do to repair it, it would have already have been done, I assure you. Please accept my apologies."
"N-no…it's all right, Mr. Lowry," Michael said, trying to keep the quiver of grief out of his voice. "I understand. Goodbye." Slowly, he hung up the phone and looked around him at the tiny hotel room in disbelief.
Kitt was dead? He trembled and tried to keep the tears from forming in his eyes.
He and Kitt had been best friends for over ten years now. Together they had coped with so much, from Michael's adjustment from Michael Long to Michael Knight all the way up to Devon's recent death. How could that all be wiped away in just a moment?
The world swayed for a moment. Michael had to grab onto the nearby couch to keep his balance.
Slowly he sank onto it. He stared ahead of him, not seeing the entertainment center and television in front of him. He saw only the missiles…heard only Kitt's screams as they hit him…
Michael covered his face with his hands in grief. First Devon, and now Kitt. What would be next?
Well, there you have it! Hope you enjoyed. More action in the next chapter! Stay tuned! :)
