Christine : Rebirth

1958 Plymouth Fury sat on the side of the road – most of her body had been rusted out and the blood red paint job on her had been chipped away almost completely. She had been thrown out like yesterday’s trash. Many people had passed her by but no one ever stopped, no one ever looked at her. She was last year’s model, she was nothing and she was bad. Well, that is what people had told her. No one would ever want her again. Why had she been left to die on this road side? It was simple. She was trying to protect the man she loved – the love made both of them go insane.

Love was insanity – well that is what she had heard. She’s been trying to start herself for days, the engine wouldn’t turn over and even her dome lights wouldn’t come on and the only way she could speak was through the radio that barely worked in her. She tried to turn on her head lights – there was a small flicker of light in her headlights but then they too shut off. Only if someone could help me.. She had thought to herself. No one could hear her thoughts and no one was really listening either.

She was the demonic car Christine. That is all everyone saw. She slammed her hood on the hand of the guy who was under her hood. You shouldn’t touch a lady like that without buying her dinner first and then she killed the guy who ashed on her seats. What did you expect? That was disrespectful and he needed to pay. She killed all of Arnie’s enemies too. Why? ‘Cause most of them were bullies and deserved what was coming too and then there was that slut Arnie had on his arm. She had to go. Christine wasn’t going to let Arnie be with a whore like that. She loved Arnie. What was a girl in love supposed to do? Watch them be together? Oh fuck no! She did what she had to do and she would do it again as well.

She didn’t know how long she had been sitting here – it felt like an eternity. She was heartbroken and depressed. She could hear more cars driving by her and she swore she had heard some of them laughing at her. If she could turn over, if she could start herself. She’d make those motherfuckers pay as well! All she could feel now was anger and rage. She could feel someone approaching her. Who was it? There were heavy tires in the driveway, she could hear the gravel under the tires. She turned her radio on and off again, as if she was trying to talk to whomever was in the driveway and she could hear him backing up. He was coming towards her and she then felt him hook up to her. He was going to tow her. She saw the tow truck, its an old rusted out tow truck with a goofy smile.

“Don’t you worry, ma’am good ole’ Mater well have you good as new in no time. Oh yeah. That’s my name.” Mater said and then paused. “I see ye can’t talk. When I fix ya’s up you can tell me your name.”

This had to be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her in a long time. She felt him start to towe her, she didn’t know where they were going or how long it was going to take to get there. Her wheels started turning again, she could feel the pavement under them and she was self conscious about her paint and busted hubcaps. She could gazes on her. She didn’t like it. She knew they were all snickering and making comments to their friends about her busted up body. Once she was fixed, she would make them all pay.

“Ma’am.. It’s gonna be a long ride.” Mater told her and gazed at her license plate. “Christine ‘eh? Pretty name.” Mater commented and then started to whistle a happy go lucky tune. She had noticed Maters body and it looked like they had been created around the same time period. Those old towe trucks with the metal bodies were hot as fuck. She had no clue why he was helping her, she liked it though. It took them three days to get back to Radiator Springs. Maine was so far from everything. Mater had backed Christine into his farm house and Mater smiled at the plymouth fury. “Get some sleep here for the night and then we will start fixin’ ya up tomorrow morning!” Mater smiled and unhooked her and drove out of the barn and parked himself right next to it. He needed some rest as well.

She didn’t really trust men. The last man let her down and left her on the side of the road to rot. She didn’t know whatever had become of Arnie Cunningham and she didn’t really care at this point. She just needed to be returned to her former glory. She knew that Mater had no clue what he was in for. She was the demonic car, remember? Even though she knew she wasn’t going to be able to start on her own. She still tried to turn over her own motor. It failed to turn over and that didn’t stop her from trying. After a few hours of trying to start herself, she gave up and fell asleep.

The morning came way too early and Christine wasn’t ready for what was about to happen to her. She had been thinking about Mater and wondering why he wanted to help her. She still saw herself as that demonic possessive thing. There was no way he could help her, except for restoring her body back to the way it used to be. When that happened, she didn’t know what she was going to do. Staying in a place like this wasn’t for her.