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A Fury's Passage To Death

Chapter 0

Detroit 1957

Dan walked along the assembly line. He being the head of production he had to make sure the cars on the assembly line were perfect and to make sure everyone was doing their respectable jobs like they should. As he paced, he looked on with awe. He trained his men well.

Plymouth the finest in all the car companies out there. The finest automobile's and finest dad gum company to work for. No body was better then Plymouth, and he took all bragging rights when it came to his position in this company.

As he walked he surveyed the cars. The 1958 Plymouth Fury. The top of the line sport car delivered by Plymouth He could stare for hours at the beauty of the car. The huge fins, the gorgeous golden chrome, the lustful lines, the car was the best that America had. He looked at his clipboard. All the cars were accounted for, but on his order form one stood out. He then made haste to the location of the car.

There she stood. A special order this Fury was different. All Fury's were to be painted beige with gold chrome adorning the sides of the car. This one was different. Painted a special color red the car stood out to be a one of a kind. The chrome trim on the sides was a lusterless silver much like the Belvedere, a family version of the Fury. While inside the interior was red leather on red. Everything was red. The top of the car remained white as with the rest of the Fury's. On the order form the car came with the best options including the Hemi. Other options it had were not available on the car.

Dan opened the door. Sitting in the car he checked to make sure everything was perfect. A factory custom like this had to be perfect and he was going to make sure it was perfect. He checked the lights, worked. He checked the turn signals, worked. He started the car and it came to life with a thunderous roar. Worked. He then turned on the radio. A rock station came on and the sweet sound of Buddy Holly could be heard. Not liking this kind of fool music he changed the channel. The channel did not change. He tried multiple time but with no success. Broken he wrought on his clipboard and prepared to leave the car.

The door was jammed locked. As he juggled the handle the car door would not unlock. He tried frantically with no avail. Tired of failing he moved his hand back, preparing to strike at the window, and to make it to freedom. He then moved his hand forward and busted through the drivers window.

Steve walked into the barren assembly line. The fact that the door remained open upset him. Dan will be pissed in the morning, he thought to himself. Running back to something important he left behind. It being his daughters birth day he got her a little present, but him being stupid left it at work forcing himself to come and get it after hours.

As he walked through the line of car he could here the sounds of music. Curiosity getting the better of him he walked closer to the sound. As he neared he could make out the music was Chuck Berry and came the red car.

He liked the red one, as it was referred to around the shop. Steve who's job was to hook up all the engine components after the body had been lowered to the car, personally made sure the engine was installed and ran perfectly. Everyone took good car of that car, they all seemed to be drawn to it.

As he neared it he noticed broken glass around the car, but all the windows were intact. He looked in the car and could see a man, he believed to be sleeping in the car. He opened the door to find the dead body of his boss, Dan.