Losing Control
He'd spent the last 27 years with red hot hatred for his brother boiling just on the edges of his mind. Usurped, shoved into a closet and left to rust to pieces along with the metal storage building he'd been housed in. Hell, Wilton hadn't even been original with his color scheme. The very thought made his human muscles ache for violent release.
And then he'd heard that Kitt was getting himself a human body. While this Kitt may not be his actual, universal brother, he was close enough, and the fact that this body was completely separate from the car made him even angrier. Something snapped. Like it hadn't in years.
It hadn't taken much for him to find out where Kitt was supposed to wake up. Hadn't taken much to get there either. When he stepped into that room, it didn't matter that Rusti was there, that there was a weird little green thing with wings or that Kitt's girlfriend of the month was next to him.
He lost what control he had left, stalked over to the bedside, cocked back into the next county and swung; years of fury behind it. Landing his fist on somebody's nose had never felt so good, and he might've kept going, right, left, right, if Rusti hadn't been there.
Karr mused at the 'control' word in the user manual he'd been instructed to read and smirked a little bit. It was rather funny how a simple prompt could trigger a memory. Not that he wouldn't still occasionally like to plant a fist in the middle of his brother's smug face, it was not very likely that he would ever lose control quite like that again.
And then he'd heard that Kitt was getting himself a human body. While this Kitt may not be his actual, universal brother, he was close enough, and the fact that this body was completely separate from the car made him even angrier. Something snapped. Like it hadn't in years.
It hadn't taken much for him to find out where Kitt was supposed to wake up. Hadn't taken much to get there either. When he stepped into that room, it didn't matter that Rusti was there, that there was a weird little green thing with wings or that Kitt's girlfriend of the month was next to him.
He lost what control he had left, stalked over to the bedside, cocked back into the next county and swung; years of fury behind it. Landing his fist on somebody's nose had never felt so good, and he might've kept going, right, left, right, if Rusti hadn't been there.
Karr mused at the 'control' word in the user manual he'd been instructed to read and smirked a little bit. It was rather funny how a simple prompt could trigger a memory. Not that he wouldn't still occasionally like to plant a fist in the middle of his brother's smug face, it was not very likely that he would ever lose control quite like that again.