abandoned busby
GinaRothfelsComment by K3Master: It didn't know how long it had sat there, gathering dust in that empty, abandoned, and dusty old garage. For years, perhaps, or decades. All it knew that at one time it had been loved and tended like no other. Used to ferry children to and from their schools, or to bring people to long imagined and much needed vacations across the state. It knew that once, it had been happy.
Now, after all these years, sitting here in this dark and dankness, for time uncounted, it had seethed in bitterness and despair. It had fed on its own anger and helplessness until its very heart had grown black.
So it was when one day, the dark and haunted gloom of the garage in which it rested was broken by a shaft of light. A door had been thrown open, and silhouetted against the painful glare of the forgotten sunlight was the figure of a man. From the darkest recesses of its memory, came a vision of the people of before. The people that had loved it, and then abandoned it here to an evil and lonely fate. The people that so resembled what stood in this doorway, which it knew now as a path to its renewal and revenge.
As the man in the door began to enter the garage, a red and angry light flashed to life on the fender of the seething evil that rested there, and an engine long forgotten flared in outrage and vengeance.
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