Creation began on 01-03-21

Creation ended on 05-25-21

Christine

More than meets the Eye: They're not possessed vehicles

The Cadillac drove the trio to an industrial work zone as the last rays of sunlight disappeared from the sky, leaving the streetlights and stars to illuminate the ground and building structures. It parked in a vacant area and locked the doors.

"Oh, great, we can't get out," Leigh expressed after the three tried to open the doors.

"On the bright side," Arnie stated, trying to stay positive, "at least we ditched that monster."

Suddenly, the police car that they thought was a way to obtain help appeared down the street from where they were parked. Fortunately, the Cadillac was obscured by the darkness so the other car couldn't see it or its passengers.

"How long do you think we have to wait until it goes away?" Dennis asked, whispering in case the car could hear them.

"Hopefully, not too long," Arnie replied, and seconds later, the Cadillac's engine started to shift on again. "Uh, now would be a good time to go."

The police car's lights shined on them and the Cadillac roared to life and drove around it, causing it to turn around and chase after them. When the Cadillac drove around a large water tank, its left door opened and the three teens were forced out. Then, similar to the police car, the Cadillac turned into a large creature made of car parts that stood fifteen feet, looking almost…heroic in a sense.

"What is going on here?!" Leigh questioned as they got up and ran behind the Cadillac.

"I wish I knew," Arnie responded.

The police car changed back into the creature they had saw earlier in the warehouse, brandishing a piece of itself that looked like…a spiked mace made from a tire! From out of its abdomen came something else, silver and smaller than they were, about three feet tall and looking like a series of science and surgical equipment, with red eyes.

"Ah-ha!" It went, sounding like a crazed laugh, and the teens ran after the Cadillac creature charged towards the police car creature, making strange sounds that sounded (to Arnie and Dennis, at least) like incoherent speech.

They ran towards a nearby fence and the smaller creature jumped Arnie, making three cuts in his jacket on the sleeves.

Dennis found a big rock and threw it at the creature, getting its attention.

"Come get some, scrapheap!" He called it, and it came at him. "Yeah, come on!"

It slammed him against the fence and started hitting him in his face. Interestingly, the blows felt like getting hit with paper plates with food on them; if this thing, whatever it was, was only intimidating in appearance…then it wasn't as dangerous as it looked.

"Aaurgh!" He grunted, grabbing a part of its right arm (or two arms), and yanked as hard as he could, tearing it off its body.

"Ah-ahh! Aah!" It reacted, as though it were in pain, and Dennis grabbed another part of its left arm and pulled it off. "Aah!"

"Aaaurgh!" He went as he kicked it away from himself.

What remained of the creature was just its torso and head, and then its head dragged itself away from what remained of its torso, looking like an enlarged spider or scorpion made of metal pieces, sputtering a strange language.

"Dennis, are you alright?" Arnie asked.

"I'm fine," he told them, "but he's not."

Leigh then kicked the head away from them, sending it flying into the air across the industrial zone, not bothering to be concerned with the rest of the pieces.

"It ain't so tough," she told the boys.

"It wasn't tough at all," Dennis responded, then realized it was too quiet, indicating that the two other creatures that were the Cadillac and police car had ceased their own conflict. "Pray the Cadillac won against the cop."

They walked over to where they had last seen the cars…and stopped at the sight of the Cadillac creature walking towards them, its left arm looking less like an arm and more like some sort of gun or cannon.

"What is it?" Leigh questioned.

"It…looks like a robot," Arnie suspected. "You know, like a…robot that's…not from around here. It's probably Japanese. It's gotta be Japanese."

The Cadillac stopped walking towards them and stood in front of them, its left arm changing back into a semblance of an arm, complete with five fingers. Up close but still obscured by limited lighting, it was clearly humanoid, very robotic, with blue lights for eyes and almost like an armored tank of sorts.

"I don't think it wants to us, guys," Leigh got an impression. "It would've done so already."

"Yeah," Dennis agreed with her, "the cop and that small one were more violent. But…what does this one want with us?"

"Hey, earlier, you remember what the cop was saying?" Arnie realized. "It was asking about the Cadillac, where I had gotten it."

"Honestly, I was expecting these cars to be like Christine," Leigh admitted; a car that was possessed or something was one thing, but a car that was some type of robot in disguise or something was like something out of a comic book.

"No, I don't think even Christine could ever do anything like what these two cars had done," Dennis expressed. "Um, can you speak like we do?"

"Baby, take your time, do it right," the Cadillac went, and Leigh recognized it as part of a recent song. "Please, hear me."

"Song lyrics," she told the men. "Are you speaking through the radio, using song lyrics to express yourself?"

The Cadillac clapped its hands and gestured towards her.

"Thank you," it uttered, another lyrical piece from another song.

"Okay, it talks with song lyrics in order to communicate," Arnie accepted. "What was that last night? What were you doing?"

The Cadillac pointed up towards the sky as it spoke with more lyrics, piecing together its response for them.

"I'll burn with the fire of ten-million stars…Heaven is never in Heaven and Hell is down on Earth…Heaven's on fire…" Some of what it was saying could be heard.

"Stars and Heaven, what?" Dennis tried to comprehend. "What, are you…are you like, an alien or from another world?"

The Cadillac pointed at the young man like he was right on the mark, and then it changed back into a car and opened its doors.

"Any more questions you want to ask?" A man on the radio uttered, the car asking them if they had more questions.

"It wants us to go with it," Arnie realized.

"And go where with it?" Leigh asked.

"I don't know, but…in fifty years from now, when you're looking back on your life, don't you want to say to people that you had the guts to get into a car that wasn't a car?"

Leigh and Dennis couldn't see any way out of this predicament; they were miles from home and had just been chased by a police car that wasn't a police car, and their defender had been a Cadillac that wasn't a Cadillac…that spoke through a radio. If this car could get them home in one piece, without harming them…then it was possible that it could be trusted.

"Okay," Dennis accepted, and they got inside the car.

Nearby, the police car, beaten onto a mechanical pulp, lay on the ground, sparking every time it tried to move its arms and head. It wouldn't be moving for a while. And further away, the severed head of its smaller accomplice, revived and started moving again, albeit slowly due to having smaller limbs to remain mobile. They could hear the Cadillac driving away.

To be continued…

A/N: This chapter was overdue, and I apologize for it. Just so that you know, the Cadillac isn't Bumblebee, but a completely original Transformer that gets some of its quirks from the yellow Transformer. I hope y'all can wait until the next chapter. I don't know when that will be, though. Stay sane, healthy and alive.