Scavenging a KARR Chapter 5: Trapped Like A Dog, a knight rider fanfic

Scavenging A KARR - Chapter 5: Trapped Like A Dog

"Pass Through Access Portal Protocol Activated." Your ear buzzed with every word spoken. "To gain access to the Main Cabin, you need to have a strong comprehension of following simple directions. I will give you a task to preform. You must follow it without reservation. If you fail three times in a row, you will be ejected and disqualified."

"Woah." You gasp. "Disqualified? That seems a bit harsh."

"You wish to gain access to the Main Cabin?" The deep car alarm voice asked a little darker than you had ever heard.

"Yeah...?" You squeak.

"Then you must show a propensity to abide by the rules." He pointed out forcefully. Then, in a softer, gentler tone, he offered, "Unless you wish to be released?"

"No." You jab while still trying to find that portal with your bare hands in the dark. "Is it gonna be like a game of Simon Says?"

"The instructions are simple." The car alarm reiterated. "Do as I say. If you do, the pass through portal will lower for you. Are you ready?"

You take a deep breath and blow out slowly. "Yeah."

"Kick the trunk hatch firmly while alternating with both feet." The deep voice began. "Strike it no less than five times per foot."

The plethora of duffels are all in the way. So you carelessly push them to the side. You then wiggle your shoulders against the back of the bench seat for leverage. As soon as you find the best position, you start kicking hard.

"Very good." The deep car alarm voice affirmed. "First Stage Complete."

You stop kicking to catch your breath and hear the next direction. You are already tired. But this is fun.

"Repeat your previous task while simultaneously hitting the trunk hatch with both fists. Do not be soft. Hit the trunk hatch with force." The deep voice excitedly added.

While grinning from ear to ear, you go wild on the closed trunk lid above you. You start kicking and punching it with all of your might.

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You hear a loud gale of laughter roar from outside.

"Second Stage Complete." The deep voice practically laughs in your ear. "Three more stages to complete."

You pause once again to catch your breath for a couple of seconds. This is lots of fun. And you can almost predict what the crazy car is going to ask you to do next.

"You are to continue your kicking and punching." The car alarm tries to sound calm. "And while proceeding, you will call out the word 'Hey!' loudly and no less than three times."

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You bust up laughing. This is like the greatest prank that you had ever done. Oh, this will be great.

For better support, you shove one of the duffels under your head and neck. And then after you wiggle it into perfect position, you ask, "Ready?"

"Proceed."

In a full on two-year-old reminiscent temper tantrum, you began kicking and yelling. And to accentuate the meaning, after every "HEY!", you punch harder with your fists and then kick afterward.

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You are now laughing uncontrollably.

"Third Stage Complete." The deep car alarm voice barely contains its own laughter.

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"Don't Touch The Car!" You hear very muffled.

But you are laughing so hard, you can barely hear it anyway.

And even though the warning was given...

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Yes, this is as evil as you can get. But you are loving every second of it. You are panting for breath and wiping the tears of laughter from your face. You don't care and you are not alone. The sheer decibel level of the crowd laughing is almost drowning you out from inside the car.

"STOP TOUCHING THE CAR!" You hear yelled quite clearly this time. So, you snort back you laugh as best as you can.

"Stage Four Activated." Your ear tickles with the car's voice. "Your instructions are to repeat all of the previous Stages and include at the end a loud and pitiful moan. It must be loud enough to here on the outside of the vehicle."

Oh yeah, you can do that. "Ready?"

"Proceed." The voice pushes a little to excited again.

"There is someone stuck in the trunk." You hear yelled from someone nearby. "The car has some sort of electrical field! Don't touch it!"

You take that as your cue. You yell, "Hey!" And then start kicking and punching. "Hey!" "Hey!" And then you punch harder while still kicking. You don't let up your tantrum for a few seconds. Until finally, you taper down your assault on the trunk lid to just a long and low, sad and mournful moan.

"They need help!" You hear immediately...just before-

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You can't contain it again. You bust up laughing even harder than last time. You don't know who is having more fun. You or this crazy car.

"It's not funny." An angry voice barks at you. "People are getting hurt out here."

Typically, you are a very caring and compassionate person. But this is just too hilarious.

"Stage Four Completed." The earpiece announces in an almost whisper. It actually sounds like it doesn't want to give you your last instruction. "Final Stage Activated."

You take a deep breath and rest for a second. Now you can clearly hear, "Should we call the cops? Maybe the Fire Department?"

"You are to give your best performance yet." The deep voice instructs softly in your ear. "You are to cry. Cry for help. Moan. Make it loud. Make it intelligible through the sound proofing of this vehicle. If one, just one, person from the outside dials 911 on their phone, you will have completed all Five Stages. Understood?"

You nod your head and agree a little reluctantly, "Cry and get the cops involved. Got it. Ready?"

"Proceed." The deep voice approves calmly.

You take in a deep breath and are just about to let out your loudest cry ever when guess who pulls up with sirens blazing?

"Fail One." The deep and sexy voice announces proudly. "Two more failures and you will be ejected from the cargo compartment.

"That isn't a fail!" You argue back shocked. "The cops arrived. I did it!"

"You did not cry for help. Their arrival was not in direct response of a 911 call caused by your cry." The car argued back in monotone. It was creepy how calm it was.

"I get two more fails." You reluctantly let the details of the previous failure go. "What is next?"

"Final Stage Attempt Number Two Activated." The sexy car alarm voice begins a lot sweeter. "Your instruction is: Convince the Peace Officer that you are a trapped dog. If you can get the official to question whether you are a human or a dog, you will have completed the Final Stage."

You actually laugh out loud. Okay. A dog. You can do this. Calmly, you wait for the officer to show.

And you wait...

It is taking forever for the police officer to show. It's been so long now, you're starting to grab that duffel bag and making a pillow out of it again. You actually yawn and hug it.

"Hey in there?" You finally hear as you are falling asleep. "We will get you out in a jiffy, ok?"

It's showtime! You begin thumping on the side quarter panel rhythmically like a dog's tail.

Beat...Beat...Beat...

"Can you tell me if you are okay?" The cop calls in to you.

You hit the side wall a little faster.

Beat..Beat..Beat..

"Can you tell me your name?" He tries again with a squeak in his voice.

You hit the wall even faster now. And then, for an added effect, whimper as loud as you can.

Beat.Beat.Beat

Whimper. Whimper.

Beat.Beat.Beat

"Is that a dog I hear?" The officer asks more than a little upset.