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Fury: Christine's POV Chapter 2(September, 1978)
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Now, I shall skip forward 20 years later. It was late afternoon, and I was sitting on the front lawn of my previous owner’s house. I’d previously been bought by a man named Roland LeBay, he’d been somewhat like a father to me, and had given me my name. But sadly, his relatives and friends didn’t like me, especially his wife and brother George. His daughter had choked to death on a hamburger one day when we were on a drive. I hadn’t done anything to make her choke, but Roland wasn’t able to save her… because at the time the technique for saving a choking victim nowadays, the Heimlich maneuver, hadn’t been invented yet so Roland wasn’t able to dislodge the blockage. His wife eventually became so upset that she gassed herself to death by running a rubber hose from my exhaust hose. George then made Roland sell me off but I wasn’t going to let that happen… I faithfully returned to my father weeks later. But
Fury: Christine's POV chapter 1Hello reader. No, do not be shocked by my presence. It may seem jarring to you at first that I am not human… I am a car… I was born rolling down the assembly line in a Car factory in Detroit just as all other cars would. But I gotta tell you, even though I was born like the rest of them, I was not like them at all… I have a conscience, I have emotions. My name is Christine, and I’m a 1958 Plymouth Fury with a stained record; stained by the blood of people. You may have heard of me, you may fear me for what I’ve done. But before you back off, I want you to hear my tale of ups and downs; Of how I was loved, hurt, and the tragic story of the only one who I ever loved….
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(September 1957 Detroit, Michigan)
This was where it all started for me. It was late afternoon in a Detroit car factory, and the brand new Plymouth furies were rolling down the assembly line. All of them looked exactly the same, beige coloring with gold stripes down their side; except for