Wheels of Evil – Part 11
The doorbell rang. The turquoise unicorn idled on the porch for several minutes. There was no answer. She rang the doorbell again and again. After a while, the door opened for a bit. Only for a gap…
“Oh, Lyra… I didn’t expect anda today…”
“Hello, Doctor! I came to see if there’s anything I can do to help.” Lyra explains happily. “How’s the reconstruction going?”
“Good… Good…” the brown earth kuda, kuda kecil balas abstractedly.
“Oh, great! Sooo… Can I take a look?”
“No… I… this is a very delicate stage right now… listen, I’m very busy…” the Doctor stutters nervously.
“Are anda okay, Doctor? anda don’t look so good…” Lyra remarks.
“I’m fine… I… gottta go…”
Before the unicorn could react, the door closes. Dr. Whooves trots back to his workshop.
“I’m sorry… It was Lyra… I send her off… she won’t bother us anymore…” the stallion mumbles.
There’s nopony else in the workshop. Just a car. An old car. A burnt out car. I know it was her… She’d like to get me back! Haha! But I’m yours now.
a gentle feminine voice purrs inside the Doctor’s head.
“Yes…” the kuda, kuda kecil confirms automatically. You want me, don’t you?
“Yes…” And anda won’t betray me.
“Never…” You won’t abandon me.
“No.” Excellent. Now, where were we?
“I was about to repair the cardan-shaft.” Dr. Whooves replies, like a zombie. Oh, indeed. I must be restored to operating condition! I’m counting on you, dear Doctor. You’re the smartest pony! You’re the only one who can do it!
“Yes! I am the smartest! I can do this! I will tunjuk everypony what I’m really capable of!” the brown stallion growls vigorously, while a fanatic grin forms on his face.
Strange noises come from the doctor’s workshop. He works tirelessly. He doesn’t sleep. When he’s around Christine, he feels no need for sleep. atau food. Christine is nourishment itself. Christine is wise. She knows what to do. She knows which part connects to which place. Remove the cylinder heads softy…
Connect the carburetor to the circulation system...
No, the turbo goes to the other side…
But he, the Doctor puts himself to good use as well. He creates new components. New solutions.
“I made this for you… with this absorbtion-matrix, anda will not need gasoline anymore. anda see, this land is filled sejak magic. It’s everywhere. My device absorbs it from your surroundings and converts it into fuel!” the earth kuda, kuda kecil exclaims joyfully.
He’s not aware what he’s doing. The Doctor feeds the demon. He makes her lebih powerful. He works hari and night. His mane is messed up. His kot has oil spills on it. He loses weight. He doesn’t come out of his workshop. He hasn’t seen the light of hari for several days. He loses track of time. He doesn’t care. Only Christine matters. My sweet Doctor! anda have repaired my entire drive train!
the Fury declares one day.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment for…” the Doctor cannot finish the sentence.
He doesn’t remember how long he’s been working on Christine’s restoration. You made me functional again! Your work is done! Except for one thing… would anda do the honor, my dear Doctor?
The brown stallion glances at the car keys on a nail. He grabs them and gets inside the car. There’s no seats. No dashboard. The interior is still burnt. It still smells… and there’s another kind of smell too… the smell of rotting meat…
“The work is far from over…” Dr. Whooves sighs resignedly. “But let’s see if I managed to repair the drive train…”
The earth kuda, kuda kecil puts the key into the ignition. It feels such a natural movement. He turns the keys. The electric starter spins the tali kipas, fan belt a few times. The entire body of the car shakes. The Plymouth breaks down. Dr. Whooves tries again. The engine buzzes a little then breaks down again.
“Okay, one lebih try…” the brown stallion hisses and turns the keys once more.
The V8 engine struggles for a while, skipping a few cycles. It sounds sick. Strange, merah jambu smoke comes out of the exhaust. The car still shakes. The engine is frightfully unstable. The Doctor can see. Even with his hard work, Christine is nothing lebih than a mere skeleton with an engine and a functional drive-train. There are no doors, windshield, hud, hood atau any body components for that matter.
The Doctor’s device begins to work. The engine revs up. It’s very loud. Ther merah jambu smoke turns into dark, sparkly purple. The V8 revs up again and again, every time it sounds lebih and lebih confident. And lebih and lebih powerful.
“HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!” the Doctor laughs deliriously. “SHE LIVES!!!”
The noise of the rumbling engine almost snuffs out his voice. Thank you, my Dear Doctor! anda have outdone yourself! I’m repaired! Christine exclaims excitedly.
“Oh, you’re far from that! Much work is still needed!” the earth kuda, kuda kecil replies. On the contrary! Your work is done! Just sit back, and watch the miracle happen!
“What are anda talking about, I don’t…”
The burnt out car-skeleton launches. The naked steel rims scratch the floor, creating a rain of sparks. Christine breaks through the garaj door and storms out in the Equestrian dusk. The Doctor has no choice, but to hold onto the steering wheel for his life.
“STOP!!! You’re not ready for this yet!” Dr. Whooves calls out. Just watch!
Christine accelerates. She jolts her passenger, as she rolls on bare rims. But soon, the sparks die out. Rubber starts to form on the steel. First, just the inner sections, like if it’s decomposing in reverse. There’s a shimmery light ahead of the car. One of the four headlights turns on. Soon, the other three follows it with a sound of a breaking light bulb. The taillights come to life as well. The deformed body parts regain their original shape with a metallic screech.
The Doctor’s jaw drops in shock as glass starts to form from nothing. At first, it looks like shattered glass. Then the cracks shrink and disappear. It blocks out the wind. Two doors emerge from the sides. A large hud, hood pops up and covers the engine. The newly formed elements slowly turn to vermillion. But the color goes darker and darker until its ebony black. The sound of the engine becomes softer as the mufflers are taking their place. Dark black leather starts to crawl out from every gap of the interior. Sport seats form from nothing. Dr. Whooves can finally sit properly.
Green lights flash in front of him as the dashboard comes alive. Now he can see, Christine’s speeding with 90 miles/hour and accelerates. The counter spins backwards for some reason. It shows 086554.
The windows roll up. The glass has black tint. As the final part of the regeneration, the ivory steering wheel darkens and turns entirely black too. The earth kuda, kuda kecil hears some kind of static interference. The antenna grows out of the metallic body, like a tentacle. The radio turns on. It plays “Awake and Alive” sejak Skillet.
Dr. Whooves sits back and enjoys the cozy warmth that's now streaming through the air shafts. He grabs the steering wheel firmly and floors the pedal. Christine feels he’s a much lebih confident driver, than Lyra was. I’m alive! And now my dear Doctor… we will punish those who did this to me!
“Yes!” the brown earth kuda, kuda kecil agrees and a devilish grin expands on his face.
Christine's new look.