In This Together

I'm not sure what Knighthawk is going to think about this post. I introduced the idea of cliffhangers on my blog (a short, suspenseful story that is started by one person and ended by another). Knighthawk began it, and I wrote the ending. I'm just warning you beforehand that I am a TOTAL newbie in the world of Knight Rider Fanfics, so please bear with me if details are off for any reason. Fankachoo, windsong ~_^ ----------------------------------------------------------- The Beginning-By Knighthawk I could feel the Ferrari's frightened stare as I entered the room. It took me a minute to get up the courage to turn around, but when I did, I immediately regretted it. I remembered the car as a sleek and beautiful automobile, and if looks could kill, it would have more than six deaths on its records. Now there were black scorch marks over the silver paint, a painful reminder of the Great Encounter. I approached the car and began to gently run my fingers along the subtle lines of the Ferrari. "Easy," I comforted. It shifted its weight to the front. "You're safe here. I won't let them touch you." The car revved its V12 and struck out at me, knocking me to the ground. Only the left headlight was on, but it was fading. It drove to my side and I could hear the laser charging up. Would he do this to me? Would he kill his own driver? His own heart-chosen partner? ******************************************************************** The Ending-By windsong I stumbled for my footing as a blast whizzed past me. A mere centimeter to the right, and it would have all been over. Oh, I had no chance against the silver Ferrari GTS. KRO’s aim was impeccable, and his speed…well, let’s just say I wouldn’t be able to match him in that department if we were in an alternate universe. The laser began to charge again. “KRO!!!” I cried, desperately. “Listen to me, KRO! I know how hard life is, working for FLAG. Trust me, you aren’t the only one who suffers for it.” The laser still charging, the Ferrari seemed unfazed. Yet, the dying headlight stared me down plaintively. “You’re my partner! I wouldn’t give you up to them for the world! You know I wouldn’t, KRO!” I howl, tears beginning to stream down. It took too much to hold anything back. But I could sense a change in KRO: a change that reminded me of realization and horror. “Martin…?” But it was too late. The blast fired. I ducked away almost in time. Almost. As it struck my leg, I cried out miserably, falling limp to the floor. “MARTIN?!?!” Flickers of memory came back: KRO, a silver streak as he revved along the then promise-filled road. The Ferrari had been happy once, happy with Martin Jentzen as his driver. That was, of course, when he was still unblemished by the world and he hadn’t yet realized what FLAG had in store for him. He wanted more than what they could give. They only needed him as a tool for their ever-present goals. They didn't really care...they COULDN'T really care. But now, as he gazed at his partner, lying there in agony, he knew he would never be the same after this. “I’m SORRY, Martin! I can't..." he choked on his own words. His partner. The partner he cared for more than life itself. What could he say that would mend the situation? It was impossible! My hand came to rest weakly at his side. "We're in this together, KRO," came my raggedy voice. "We always have been." KRO summoned up his courage. "Can you get in?" he asked, opening his door carefully. I climbed up inside, using one hand at a time. "I think I just did," I told him with a smile, trying to sound cheerful. The garage door opened with a creak. I could tell KRO was struggling somewhat, but I have to trust him. He's all I have now, as another pea in the fugitive pod.-----------------------------------------------------------------------KRO was black, not silver, that was my mistake. Sorry. And bravo, windsong, that was fantastic! -Knighthawk