Christine 2 – Part 4
Jari woke up in the morning holding his head.
It was pounding, as if something were pressing from the inside.
He didn’t know why.
For a moment he just lay there, trying to remember.
No images came.
No sounds.
No fire.
Jari got up and walked to the window.
Christine stood in the yard.
Completely intact.
Shining.
As if nothing had ever happened.
His heart beat harder once.
Then Christine started the engine.
The sound wasn’t loud.
It was calm.
Familiar.
As if the car wanted to say something.
Jari hesitated for a moment, but his legs carried him outside.
He opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat.
The door closed by itself.
The radio crackled on.
Jari sat behind the wheel and gripped it tightly.
The radio played quietly.
He swallowed and said out loud, almost whispering:
”Christine… what now?”
The engine ran steadily.
Too steadily.
The dashboard flickered.
One needle twitched, like an answer.
The car jerked forward slightly.
Not asking.
But deciding.
Jari tightened his grip on the wheel and said aloud, his voice trembling but determined:
”Okay… let’s go.”
The tires squealed.
Christine launched forward with a jolt.
Not calmly.
But with rage.
The car accelerated faster and faster.
The road blurred outside the windows, lights stretching into lines.
The journey felt too long — and yet too short.
A house appeared ahead.
It stood there, intact.
The lights were off.
Nothing warned of what was coming.
Christine was burning.
The heat of the flames rose into the cabin.
The metal glowed.
Jari felt his skin tightening, burning, disappearing.
He screamed — but no sound came out.
Bones were revealed.
His hands on the wheel became skeletal.
Christine accelerated even more.
The car crashed straight through the garage door.
The door exploded into pieces.
Sparks flew.
The house caught fire.
Flames spread instantly from walls to ceiling,
from room to room,
higher and brighter than anything should have burned.
In the middle of the flames, Christine stood still for a moment.
The engine purred with satisfaction.
Then the car slowly reversed out.
The fire went out around it,
as if it had only been a passing thought.
Three boys watched the house burn.
They saw everything.
The burning car.
The skeleton behind the wheel.
They followed it
and saw where the car went.
Christine was angry.
Everything that had happened in its life
had gathered inside it.
Now it had calmed down.
Jari learned how Christine changes.
How fire does not destroy it.
How anger makes it stronger.
The knowledge was too much for a human.
Jari turned into a skeleton.
In the evening, the boys came.
They kicked and beat the car.
The metal bent.
A window cracked.
Christine did not react immediately.
Then the engine started.
In the morning, Jari woke up again.
He got up and looked out the window.
Christine stood in the yard.
The damage was still visible.
Then the car door popped open.
Jari shouted:
”Do it.”
Metal creaked.
The body moved.
Dents pulled back into place.
The windows sealed shut.
The paint smoothed out.
Christine repaired itself.
Jari watched silently.
He now remembered everything.
Christine was no longer angry.
It was ready.
And now it listened to him.
Evening came quietly.
Light faded from the edges of the yard and the shadows grew longer.
Jari stood alone.
He knew now what he had to do.
He did not hesitate.
Flesh disappeared.
Skin faded away like smoke.
What remained was a skeleton.
Jari walked to Christine and sat in the driver’s seat.
The door closed softly.
The engine hummed.
Jari looked ahead.
He was ready.