Rest
He was sick to death of resting. Life had become boring and he found himself wanting some of the action he used to experience.
Was it wrong to seek excitement? Especially when that excitement usually entailed some kind of life threatening event involving either himself or those he loved.
No, not that kind of thrill. He shivered.
But something.
He loved his beach home, he love the sea, the birds, the sand, walking amongst it all at sunset, but there was a core of him that was built for something else. Deep inside what he was the man who made a difference still existed. He strived to come to the fore, to reach out and save, to do what he had been reborn to do.
Michael was just Michael.
But Michael Knight refused to die.
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Was it wrong to seek excitement? Especially when that excitement usually entailed some kind of life threatening event involving either himself or those he loved.
No, not that kind of thrill. He shivered.
But something.
He loved his beach home, he love the sea, the birds, the sand, walking amongst it all at sunset, but there was a core of him that was built for something else. Deep inside what he was the man who made a difference still existed. He strived to come to the fore, to reach out and save, to do what he had been reborn to do.
Michael was just Michael.
But Michael Knight refused to die.
-o-o-o-
[ Michael | Knight Rider Originated | rest | 135 ]