//------------------------------// // Revenge of Christine // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// “Look, Hot Rod,” a young teenage stallion said, walking with his best friend. “I don’t know about this. I mean, Christine was everything to me, was the perfect carriage.” Hot shook his head, “Look, Racer, that cart was possessed. You know it, I knew it, the whole freaking town knew it. We just didn’t want to tell you because we were afraid of it killing us.” “So what if it killed five or ten ponies,” shouted Racer, throwing his hooves into the air. “We forgave Luna for less. It was just a simple little carriage and now you burned it.” “Hey, it was either that or let ponies die!” shouted Hot. Racer groaned, “OH come on, what’s a few dead bodies.” “A lot and if you-” Dare, Dare you can believe you survive! “Who turned on the grammaphone?” asked Hot, before turing around to see a blue carriage with red flame streaks on its sides. Trembling in horror he began to back up and shake his head in disbelif at the sight of the carriage. The lights narrowed at Hot Rod as if they were eyes before inching slowly towards him. Before Hot even had a chance to scream in terror, the massive carriage lunged at him and began to run him over. The wheels smeared blood all along the ground, leaving a bloody corpse behind. Racer smiled and ran to his carriage, “OH Christine! I missed ya baby.” The carriage happily beeped in response. Supernatural Pony tales. “DEAN! Will you tell Carmine to slow down,” Sam shouted above the noise of the hoofsteps. Carmine laughed at the top of her lungs as she ran faster. Dean smiled and looked back at his little brother, “Sam, when you have a badass Impala and a fun cart like this, you need to ride like the wind.” This prompted a roll of the eyes from the younger Whinnychester as he looked down at the paper. After reading it, he said, “Hey, Dean, I think we have a case.” “A case?” Dean asked, looking to his little brother curiously. Sam nodded, “In the next town, it seems there was a stallion who was killed by a runaway carriage.” “Hit and runs are not our department, Sammy,” Dean said, sitting down and frowning at his little brother. Sam looked up at his brother and smirked at little, “Now, you see, that’s better!” “Thank you for coming Agents Tom and Petty,” the mortician said walking with the two brothers into the morgue, “But, as you can see...the case is pretty cut and dry. Someone ran him over and left the scene, don’t know why we need the CIA on this.” “Can’’t be too sure,” Sam said walking to the body, looking at the corpse with an investigative eye, “A lot of weird things can happen.” “Yeah, we’ll do a quick lookaround and let you know if we find anything suspicous,” Dean said, gently pushing the mortician out of the room. Turning around, he looked at hit little brother and at the body. Moving a little bit closer to the dead body, he began to run his hoof along the wheel indentations, “No hoof prints.” “And nothing else here that says the carriage was pulled by a pony,” Sam said, looking over the body. “And no one was around to push it.” Dean looked up at Sam and said, “Thinking mimic or specter?” “Specter,” Dean said, pulling away from the body. “Did anypony tell you if there was someone with him when he died?” “That’s the weird thing,” Sam said, putting the cover over the corpse once more. “When I asked questions, I kept getting weird looks from everyone. It was like they were afraid to say anything about the killing. It isn’t just this, these type of killings have been going on for a while.” “Well, let’s check it out then,” Dean said, walking out of the building. Lookng to his left, he could see Carmine frowning at a shadow. “Carmine?” The impala growled as she said, “There is something back there, watching us.” A shadowy form glared it’s headlights at the trio, snarling lowly as it slunk away. Racer made his way to the sound of knocking on his door, and opened it to reveal the figures of the Whinnychesters, “Um, can I help you?” “Agent Stan,” Dean said  beefore pointing to his brother, “Agent Bush. We are looking into a recent murder of a friend of y-” “Christine didn’t do it! She’s innocent! I’ll make you pay for insulting her!” shouted Racer before slamming the door in their faces. Dean looked at his little brother with a smirk, “Well, that interesting.” “I think it went over pretty well,” Sam said in response, before sighing and shaking his head. “Why do the suspects do that, Dean? Why can’t tey be a little more hidden about their crimes?” “You, shouldn’t be asking questions like that,” said a mare, shaking in fear. “She doesn’t like ponies asking questions. She wants us to treat him well.” Sam raised an eyebrow at this, “She?” “Duck!” shouted Carmine as she pushed the brothers down and then bucked the shadow cart, making it drive away. “What was that?!” “C-C-Christine,” whimper the mare. “Come with me and I’ll tell you everthing.” The mare sighed as they sat in the living room of the house, “It all started about three years ago, when Racer wanted to grab a cart to impress a mare he liked. After a few days, a dealer sold him an old broken down one he called Christine.” She let out a chuddering breath as she looked out the window, “After a few weeks, he started to act different. He became obessed with that cart and it wasn’t long until the deaths started to rise.” “The carriage right?” Dean asked. “Yes...you seem to be taking that in stride,” the mare said, shocked. “Believe it or not, this is the fourth time we encountered something like this,” Sam said, reaching into his bag and pulling out an old book. Blinking in surprise at the idea, she continued her story, “Everytime someone picked on him, got him mad, or betrayed him, that pony would end up dead the next day. Soon, we all just stayed away in fear of him, knowing what something would come and kill us in revenge. Me and hot rod, we found it and tried to destroy her about a month ago.” “Didn’t take,” said Dean calmly. The mare shook her head, “No, and I just know its going to come at any minute to-” A knock on the door distracter the mare from the conversation, a sound like, “Pizza” was heard through the door. “Oh, must be the pizza I ordered,” she said, openeing the door to reveal Christing, glaring it’s eyes at her while playing a hard song from the grammaphone. Season’s don't’ fear the reaper, neither do the sun or the rain. “EEEEP!” she screamed as Dean went and slammed the door in front of the carriage. “Ok, Sweet Cheeks,” Dean said, looking at the mare with fire in his eyes. “You go out the back, me and Sam can handle this.” “But,” Sweet said, before being pushed out the back door by Dean. Looking to the window, Dean yelled to Sam, “Find out how to kill the sun of a bitch and Ill take care of this.” and with that, he leaped out of the window and rolled towards the carriage where Carmine was waiting. Looking up at Christine, he turned around and mooned it, “Come on ya Bitch, come and catch us.” With that, he jumped into the carriage and yelled to Carming, “Ride!” “You got it!” she said as she took off, letting the demonic carriage race after the two companions. Feverishly, Sam began to look throught the journal, “Dean, is it burning to the silver.” A loud twang followed by a roar singled to sam, “Nope, it isn’t a mimic. “Isn’t a mimic,” Sam said, looking at the book. Looking back up at his brother as he began to duel with the car, “Does it have any connection with the down or is it a spirit?!” “No!” shouted Racer as he laughed manicially, trying to ram his carriage into Dean and Carmine. “Well, that throws that one out,” Sam said, before looking back up, “Possessed?” “No, I’m not! I just have a car fetish!” shouted Racer as he brougth out a long sword. Learing, he began to try and slash the tires of the carriage. “Ok, so that’s out,” Sam said, looking furious as the sounds of battle raged outside. Then he looked up, “Dean! Check behind Christine! There might be an evil rune on the back of it that’s driving it mad. Overhearign this, Dean nodded and leaned back. On the back of Christine, a large red run that read ‘Evil’ was smeared on the back. Smirking, he jumped back and pulled out a scroll. Looking at the parchment, he began to chant the words on the paper before throwing the parchment onto the rune. Seeing the parchement, Carmine imeaditally backed up as Christine went up with a giant explosion. Racer shook his head as he saw the car burn and smolder, “N-No. What am I going to do without my baby.” Dean could only shake his head as he said, “Get a life?” With the evil car now smoulders, Dean and Sam got onto the carriage and began to let Carmine ride away, “You know, you didn’t seem worried when I was fighting with Christine.” “Well,” Sam smiled at his older brother, “I knew you were in the best of hooves. After all, nopony can beat our carriage.: