FanFiction, Part 2
I wrote another story for FanFiction Comedy this year. In this one, I imagine what it would have been like if my favourite childhood TV show, Knight Rider (which was sadly cancelled before its time) actually got the final episode it deserved.
This one didn’t go down as well as the last one. I guess there weren’t that many Knight Rider fans in.
Michael Knight’s Last Stand
“Here’s to another successful mission, KITT,” said Michael Knight, as he and KITT pulled into the driveway of the Foundation for Law and Government after completing another successful mission. “I’ll just go inside and debrief Devon.” He opened KITT’s door, and bounded up the stairs into the luxurious mansion that served as the Foundation’s headquarters.
However when Michael reached his old friend Devon Miles’ office, he found it in disarray. Papers were strewn everywhere, and the safe was wide open. Devon was kneeling in front of the safe, filling a duffel bag with cash.
“Michael, thank god you’re here,” said Devon. “Help me fill this bag - we’ve got a helicopter to catch.”
“Wait just a damn minute Devon,” said Michael, “I’m not filling any damn bag with money or getting on any damn helicopter until you tell me what the damn hell is going on.”
Devon stood and turned to face his old friend.” It seems that the US Federal Government is no longer willing to tolerate what they describe as ‘vigilante organisations’. They’ve already shut down the Phoenix Foundation; my counterpart there, Mr Thornton, says their lead operative is missing, presumed dead.”
“Oh no. Not Angus.”
“I’m afraid so. This is the end for the Foundation, Michael. It’s likely that federal agents are already on their way here. Now, let us head for the helipad..”
“What about KITT?” Michael exclaimed.
“I’m sorry Michael,” sighed Devon. “We’ll have to leave the car behind.”
“I’m not leaving without KITT,” said Michael. “He’s not just a car, he’s my friend.”
“Then I suppose this is goodbye,” said Devon, handing Michael a thick wad of money. “Good luck. You and KITT will need it.”
Michael ran back to KITT. “Come on old buddy, we’ve got to get out of here. The FBI are coming for us.” The Foundation’s helicopter rose into the sky behind the mansion.
“Michael, I’m afraid it might already be too late,” said KITT. “My sensors detect several SUVs approaching this residence - and it appears they may have air support.”
A missile streaked through the air, and the Foundation’s helicopter burst into flames, falling back to the earth. A pair of heavily armed gunships rose into the air over the mansion, then rotated to focus their attention on Michael and KITT.
“NOOO!!! DEVON!!!” said Michael, as KITT’s engine roared into life, propelling them down the Foundation’s driveway.
“I recommend you engage your seatbelt, Michael,” said KITT, as they hurtled directly towards a line of black FBI SUVs. Michael fumbled his belt into place just as KITT activated his Turbo Boost, propelling them over the top of the SUVs and out onto the road.
“That was a close one,” said Michael, as they hurtled away from their pursuers. “Thanks, KITT.”
“Our troubles aren’t yet over,” said KITT. “I won’t be able to outrun those helicopters forever. And while bullets cannot penetrate my molecular bonded shell, their rockets unfortunately can. I believe it is best if we separate.”
“Separate? That’s crazy, KITT, I’m not going anywhere without you.”
“I’m afraid I must insist, Michael.” KITT’s glovebox popped open revealing a shiny new California Driver’s License - featuring Michael’s photograph, but a different name. “I’ve taken the liberty of preparing you a new identity, using my built-in ID printer that we’ve never had a reason to mention before. Take it, and built yourself a new life.”
“But KITT-”
“No buts, Michael. If I can draw their fire, it might be possible for you to escape. It makes no logical sense for both of us to be captured.”
“I don’t care, I’m not-” began Michael, before suddenly finding himself rolling across the road and into some bushes. KITT had undone his seatbelt, opened the door and through skillful driving thrown him out!
“So long, Michael,” said KITT, driving away. “Live a long and happy life.”
Just then, the FBI’s gunships appeared once again, giving chase to the modified Trans Am. They began firing rocket after rocket; Michael heard explosion after explosion. Then, as suddenly as they had begun, the explosions stopped.
Tears began to trickle down Michael’s face. “Oh, KITT,” he said. “Oh, no.”
It was some time before Michael could bring himself to leave his bush hiding place; he waited until he was sure the FBI was gone. KITT’s final words echoed in his head. Live a long and happy life. “I’ll do my best, KITT”, he said to himself, I’ll do my best.
He picked up his new ID from the ground, where it had been thrown conveniently next to him, and stared at his new name, trying on it on for size in his head. He found he kind of liked it - after all, it wasn’t as if Michael Knight was his real name in the first place.
Yes, he thought, I can be this new person. I can be Mitch Buchannon.