posted by NocturnalMirage
Wheels of Evil – Part 4
Christine parked in the Everfree. Under the branches. In the shadows. She waits. Waits for Lyra. She’ll come. She knows. Christine saw it in her eyes. pony o human, the eyes don’t lie. Lyra wants her. She wants to possess her. From the moment she’s laid eyes upon her. It’s always the same. A certain type of soul falls in Amore with Christine immediately. Lyra will come.
“Where are te going?” Bon-Bon asks, while she’s cleaning the dishes.
“We’re out of fieno juice; I’m going to get some.” Lyra replies. She poured out all three bottles they had.
“Okay. But be quick, our preferito mostra starts in twenty minutes.” Bon-Bon says. She’s sober now. She acts like nothing happened last night.
“Sure! I’ll be back in a jiffy!” Lyra plays along. She trots out. The soft evening breeze cuddles her senses, blows her turquoise mane.
She heads toward the Everfree. Looks around perplexedly. A bright light flashes nearby, then dies out a secondo later. The unicorn approaches the car.
I knew you’d come! Christine purrs, like a fluffy kitten.
“Yeah… about that… I…” Lyra stutters anxiously. “I won’t come again. It’s not because of you, but I kinda had a fight with my best friend last night... I’m sorry… You’ll have to find somepony else…”
No response. Lyra concentrates, but the voice in hear head remains mute. She’s idling in front of the grille. The front of the car is menacing. Nothing moves. It’s like the pony and the car are staring each other down.
I understand… Christine breaks the silence after a while.
“You do?! Ah, thank goodness!” Lyra sighs in relief. “No hard feelings?”
No hard feelings. But… before te go, I’d like to mostra te something. Hop in!
The left door opens. Lyra is più careful now. She looks inside, but doesn’t sposta closer.
Look in the mirror! The deep, regal voice says.
The rear-view mirror is on the middle of the red dashboard. Lyra glances in the mirror. Furrows a brow.
“What? What should I look for?” she asks.
Raise your hooves.
Lyra’s hoof appears in the reflection. Her jaw drops in shock. She moves closer.
That’s right… I know what te dream of. I know what te crave…
Lyra’s still speechless. Her hoof in the mirror isn’t a hoof. It’s a hand. With fingers. She can feel them. She knuckles. Only then she recognizes. Her face isn’t a pony’s face. It’s a human’s. She climbs inside and grabs the mirror. The door closes, the lock clicks. Lyra does not notice it.
You like what te see?
“How is this possible?” the unicorn gasps.
I’m not just a simple car te know. I can make your dreams come true! I can fulfill your most ultimate desires! Stick with me, and I’ll deliver what te seek!
The ignition turns. The V8 comes alive. It rattles. Lyra looks out through the large windshield. It’s not the Equestrian countryside she sees. Not Ponyville. It’s a city, bustling with life. Skyscrapers. Yellow cabs. Tons of people rushing somewhere. Hot dogs. Ads. Vivid pictures. It all floats around Lyra, like Christine was parking beside a busy strada, via in New York.
You like? Christine purrs.
“I Amore it!” Lyra says bemusedly.
You want this? The engine revs up.
“Yes…” the turquoise pony is Lost in the whirling images.
Will te stay with me? The engine revs up.
Will te help me? The engine revs up.
Will te do what I ask, no matter what it is? The engine revs up.
The immagini dissolve. Lyra shakes her head. She looks at her hooves.
“Hey! What happened?! Where’s my hand?! Give it back!!!” she demands vigorously.
Patience, Lyra! Truth to be told, it was never yours. But it still can. IF te stick with me. But I need to know where your loyalty lies first.
“What do te mean?”
We’re going to do something together. It’ll be fun, I promise.
“I don’t understand…” Lyra begins but her voice trails off.
With an instinctive movement she touches the ivory steering wheel. She feels all her inhibitions coming down. No più doubts. It’s sweet. It’s luscious. She loves it. Christine is freedom she thinks
Good. How about a little taste of what awaits you?
Fingers grow out of Lyra’s hooves. She grabs the steering wheel once again. She holds it firmly. She enjoys the touch of the leather.
You game? The regal voice inquires in Lyra’s head.
The unicorn narrows her eyes. A devilish grin expands on her face.
“I game.” she hisses.
It’s night time. The engine revs up and the radio turns on. It plays “Monster” da Skillet. The lights turn on. The rear tires scratch the ground as Christine launches. The green control lights of the dashboard illuminate Lyra’s features. The gloomy light makes the unicorn’s face look sinister and threatening. Lyra pushes the gas pedal in. Christine obeys. She accelerates.
A silhouette of a pony emerges on the horizon. A lone stallion. A pegasus. He wobbles. Broken wing. Broken leg. Must have been some kind of areal accident. Lyra’s instincts tell her: Slow down! Help him! The deep, regal voice smirks: No! Faster! FASTER!!! FASTER!!!!!!
The engine roars furiously.
110… 120… 130…
The mile counter spins backwards. It shows 087947. Lyra smirks. She narrows her eyes. The poor stallion has no chance. A metallic bang on the front… A bump… The body comes out behind the Plymouth. Christine storms out. The cappuccio and the grille are deformed. Two headlights are broken. The cappuccio comes off. Smashes into the windshield. Lyra recoils in fear. The Fury is still speeding. The cappuccio comes apart completely. It plummets into the earth behind Christine’s tail.
“Oh Sweet Celestia, what have I done?!” Lyra screams in horror.
It was an accident. You’ve done nothing wrong. He just fell down from the sky.
The voice is soooo convincing. Sooo soothing. Deep down, the unicorn knows it’s not true. But still, she believes it. It was an accident. Christine says so. She knows best, it must be true. Everything’s fine as long as I’m with Christine.
The rumble of the V8 engine is even louder without the hood. Lyra sees the naked mechanisms.
“Oh you’re hurt!”
The counter keeps spinning backwards. It shows: 087901. Metallic cracks and pops are audible. The deformed grille becomes smooth. Two headlights flicker weakly. Then two light bulbs are formed from nothing. All four headlights bathe the road ahead in pure white shining. The counter spins backwards: 087799. The cracks on the windshield are shrinking. They disappear in the middle. With a loud bang an entire new cappuccio fits into its place. The metal turns redder and redder, until it matches the vermillion shade of the car exactly. 087754. Christine regenerated.
The radio plays “Feeling Good” da the Muse. Christine has triumphed quite easily. She has her energy fonte now. Lyra Heartstrings is hers.