Remembering the Knight

Written by: DestinyWriter

Copyright © 2001 August 5

A Knight Rider Fan Fiction

[Author's Note: This takes place after the last episode of the original series of Knight Rider; also presuming the things in KR2K never happened. So don't come to me saying that Devon is dead and the likes because in this story, Devon is rather well, thank you. Hope you enjoy reading! (]

Prologue:

Knight Mansion

August 13, 1993

4:37 PM

Michael Knight looked around the old mansion; memories flooded back that he thought were long forgotten. Everything looked almost the same as it did six years ago, except for the dust.

Why did I come back here? he thought to himself. He sighed softly, walking towards the hall leading towards the back exit. There was a reason, he reminded himself. A promise to an old friend he was going to keep. He had waited too long to visit the mansion. He could only hoped his friend was still around.

He walked out the back door and headed towards the Knight Industries warehouses. He hated to think about his closest friend still being locked up here, but now he was going to see that that changed.

Things did look different in the warehouse. Boxes were piled up in the corners, the diagnostic centers were gone, and there were tire marks on the floor leading into one of the storage bays.

Michael cringed at the sight, temporarily reliving the day of watching the Knight Industries 2000 being locked away…

"MICHAEL!" Kitt yelled, slamming on the breaks to fight against the tow- truck trying to pull him into the bay. "MICHAEL, HELP ME!!"

"I'm sorry, buddy," Michael whispered and turned his back to the struggling car. At hearing the artificial intelligence yell for help again, Michael walked out of the warehouse, tears streaming down his face.

It has to be done, he kept telling himself. There's other way. It's the only way to ensure Kitt stays alive. And with that, he walked back to the taxicab, Kitt's cries echoing in his soul.

He sighed and walked over to the metal door keeping the car locked away. He ran a hand over the sign to clear it off the dust. It read, "Restricted Access."

Michael had made a promise to Kitt that he would be back one day to release him from this prision. But he had had difficulties with the new executive director of the Foundation for Law and Government about even going back to the mansion. Now, he was back to keep his promise.

He headed over to the key panel and punched in the access code. With a loud screech of protest, the heavy metal door raised up, and the storage bay's interior lights flickered on.

"Kitt?" Michael called quietly, stepping into the bay, looking around in the flickering light. Finally one spotlight in the middle of the bay steadied and lit up on the black car sitting silently.

The red scanner light came to life, slowly sweeping between the headlights while the car's systems booted up.

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To be continued... Reviews would be appreciated; flamers will be fed to the dragon. Thanks.