Chapter 7:

The late afternoon desert sun continued its harsh rays down on to the earth. It would've been kind of pleasant if there was a breeze, but the weather decided to make it miserable.

Just like a certain Trans Am sitting alone on the bluff. Over looking many canyons below him. His scanner lazily scanning anything he found amusing at the moment. Michael never really liked the desert. Too many bad memories of his past as Michael Long located there.

Michael...

Oh how he missed him. His former driver's name still managed to get the AI emotional. Even though his death happened over 2 years ago. Word of his best friend's killers has been slim to none. It was as if the man wiped himself off the face of the planet so he wouldn't have to pay for his crimes.

KITT scoffed at that. It may have been 2 years since Michael was so ruefully taken from him, but he still kept his promise. He would find those men that killed Michael, and avenge his driver's death. Give it the justice it deserved. Of course, he knew Michael was probably against his theory as to how KITT wanted to handle it. But he couldn't help it.

His whole purpose. His best friend. His partner. His Michael...was taken from him that day. He never even got to say goodbye to him, at least, so he could hear it. KITT never even got the chance to tell Michael how much he meant to him. How much he loved him.

The troubled AI felt a tear glide down his virtual face. Michael was like a brother to him. Sure, there were times where they acted like father and son and, hell, even like some old married couple. But at the end of the day, they cared about each other. They both knew it.

Suddenly, the private police frequency KITT was watching, crackled to life.

"I need immediate back up of William and Carrol. Chase in progress. I repeat; need immediate back up off William and Carrol."

Quickly, the Trans Am flipped into gear. Tearing away from his place on the cliff side to go fishtailing down the road. His engine howling as he pushed it to its limits. Luckily, he wasn't far from town, so this would be an easy one.

He wouldn't intervene. At least, not a ton with the chase. He'll try to veer the vehicle off course a bit. Get a good look at the driver and/or any or all the passengers before leaving the cops to do the rest. It was a simple task for an AI. Of course, he's had 2 years of practice, but this is what kept him busy now.

Once he got to town, he immediately located his suspect speeding away towards an alley. Perfect. Now all KITT had to do now, was get him to go into one.

With a squeal of his tires, KITT sped off in the direction of the silver sedan. Being mindful of the police and other individuals. He darkened his windows before keeping side by side with the sedan. The Trans Am tried to ram it into a nearing alley, only to have the car be pushing him around as well. Ok, time for a different tactic.

This time, KITT sped ahead until he was in front of the sedan. He slowed down just enough so their bumpers were touching before gently pushing back on the sedan. He could see the man in the driver seat throw his hands in the air angrily, cussing him out colorfully...

KITT's circuits froze when he saw the man's face. No. No that couldn't be...could it? He couldn't decipher that now. Too much chaos. He needed the man to get out of the car. Then he could initiate a proper scan to tell him the truth behind this man's identity.

It didn't take long before they were stopped completely. KITT was about ready to do a scan of the man's face, when he snapped open the driver door and bolted. The AI was quick to react and quickly followed suit. The man he was chasing throwing curses over his shoulder at him.

Their chase led them to a little abandoned parking complex. It was vacant of any cars, but the large pillars, the man figured, would come in handy in trying to hide from the possessed black T-top chasing him. Once both man and machine were stopped, KITT did a scan.

The young AI's circuits nearly melted they were so hot. All thought processes came to a screeching halt. Every human emotion that could be relate able to anger, every incapable thought or hatred word all overloaded his CPU.

That man. The one who took away Michael...was standing right before him. That cursed David Wells.

His frame was trembling with fury, he knew. He could hear his own shocks creaking under the movement. Was all his pain, all his suffering, all his endless searching about to come to an end? Could this day really be happening? Was he finally going to get the chance to avenge Michael's death? Was this really happening?

"Don't you look familiar." It wasn't a question, but a knowing, low statement.

KITT didn't respond right away. He couldn't talk past all the foreign emotions invading his CPU. He only revved his engine dangerously, daring to come closer.

"You did it." KITT said, his voice cold and toneless. "You killed Michael."

David took a step back, fear slowly beginning to seep into his features. "Hey, stay back."

"Do you realize how long I've searched for you? How long I've been dreaming of the moment to end you?"

That did it. David took off, desperately looking for a way out. He dashed down a hall way, only for it to become a dead end. Fearfully he looked back at the snarling Trans Am. Beads of sweat decorated David's fore head now.

"Look, I'm sorry man, ok? I'm sorry. Just don't kill me!"

"Oh," His voice took on a malicious note now, yet it was calm at the same time. "you've already used up the one chance I gave you. Remember? I'll let you go for Michael? Does that ring a bell, David?"

His soon to be victim was shaking now. His shirt now stuck to him from all the sweat. "No, please. I'm sorry man. I'm sorry!"

"No." KITT revved his engine once, his voice completely calm. "I'm the one who's sorry. I should've taken you out when I had the chance."

David went wide eyed as the Trans Am came barreling towards him. He didn't even have time to scream when the car collided with his legs, completely shattering them. Nor did he have the chance to crawl out of the way when he doubled over before the rogue car came back at him. This time, smashing is chest. Making sure it was slow and agonizing for David, just like it was for Michael. He marveled in the sound of the man's bones breaking, snapping until they eventually exposed themselves above the skin. Blood poured out of him, thick and dark red.

Once KITT had his fun, he backed up just enough to get a full view. A cold stare on his virtual face the entire time. David was nothing more than a pancake that was run over one too many times. His clothes stained dark with blood that continued to ooze out of him. Growing into a large puddle below his flat body.

But the strangest thing about it all, was KITT never once felt any kind of remorse about what he's done. Because it needed to be done. Michael finally got the justice he deserved. That they both deserved. Sure, it was a dirty job. But it was nothing a car wash couldn't fix. What's important is that David was rotting in hell now.

With a low, evil chuckle, KITT pulled away from the gruesome scene. Leaving the cops to deal with the rest of the job. A trail of blood following behind him as he drove away.