Christine
Chapter 4
Owen Welch was freezing. The trucker had let him off on the exit ramp to JFK Drive, just outside Libertyville, and Owen, who lived all the way on the other side of town had almost 30 miles to walk and the temperature had dropped down to 15.
"Well, at least I made out good tonight," he said, as he listened to the almost 40 dollars in change jingling in all the pockets of his duffel jacket. He and Cody had ridden up to Pittsburgh to see Jackson Browne in concert, but Owen and his ride back got separated before the concert had even started and he was forced to hitch a ride back to town.
Coming up onto JFK Drive Owen began to feel like something wasn't right, like eyes were watching him from the darkness, like a tiger, or a wolf. He quickened his pace, the jingling of change mixed with the clicking of his engineer boots.
He thought about heading over to Elm, Sadie's folks were out of town, and he wasn't too ugly for his tastes. Yeah, just walk on over and beat on the door till she answers then ask if he could spend the night. There were worse ways to spend a cold night then sleeping with a fat chick.
Then he remembered, Trent was working at Vandenberg's Sunoco tonight, he'd have a case of Texas Driver and hopefully a gram of coke to chase it down. That sounded a lot more appealing to-
He stopped, music had began to play, it had been soft when he made it to the top of the ramp, and now it was getting louder and louder.
Owen turned to see a car glide out of the darkness at the end of the street, it was a Fury, it was Christine.
He licked his lips. "That you Cunningham?" he asked, his voice sounding hoarse.
The car came closer and closer until Owen could hear Purple People Eater coming from the radio.
"You ain't mad are you?" he asked, taking a tentative step forward. It had to be him, no one else in town owned a car like that. But; they'd trashed it. Owen had ripped up the seats and smashed the mirror while Cody and Trent took sledgehammers to the windows and Tyler had poured sugar into the gas tank. That car shouldn't have been running after that, not in 6 months, or at all.
Christine stopped, and sat idling. Owen took another step forward and froze.
The car was empty.
The headlights cut on, bathing Owen in a sea of white. The engine roared and the tires screamed as the Fury leaped forward. Owen barely jigged to the right, the front of the car missed him by inches. The corner of the bumper caught his leg. A jolt of pain sent him crashing to the ground.
Grabbing the back of his leg he pulled his hand back to see it drenched in blood, a large chunk of meat was missing from his calf.
Christine roared to the end of the street before jumping the curb and turning around. Owen shakily made it to his feet and began to limp across the street and began hammering on the door to an apartment building.
"Help me!" he screamed as Christine came back up the street toward him.
He back stepped away from the door, only for his leg to give out, sending him falling on the pavement again.
The Fury climbed onto the sidewalk and came at him.
"No!" he shrieked, as the headlights came together in one monstrous white eye. "No-"
Christine rolled over him. Owen was pulled one way, then the other by the back wheels.
The car reversed over Owen again, before screaming forward over him again.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
End Chapter 4