Chainsaw Starts Then Dies Immediately Novels & Stories

he said. "Well, it's not working," I said frustratedly as I turned the key and stepped on the brakes, but the engine started coughing and then died. We were in the middle of nowhere, the tank was full, and the tires were pumped before we headed out. We both stole glances from each other. "Battery's dead," I said as Jaxon moved to get out of the car.

"Well, that explains it. Want me to turn back?" "Yeah, I guess so. I’m really sorry." He sighed, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Don’t worry about it. Let’s head back.” He shifted the car into reverse, but as he did, the engine gave a sputter. He grunted applying extra force and the next moment, it died completely. "You’ve got to be fucking kidding me." He cussed under his breath. "What happened?" Jasmine asked, wide-eyed. He stared at the dashboard. "Looks like we’re out of gas."

But mostly, I hated that even while we were fighting, I could still smell his cologne—something dark and spicy—and it was making my stomach do backflips. He turned the key to start the engine. *Click. Click. Click.* Nothing. He tried again. The engine groaned but refused to turn over. "You've got to be kidding me," Matt growled. He tried a third time, slamming his hand against the dashboard when it failed. Draco walked over, frowning. "What's the hold up, Matt? We need to move." "Battery's dead. Or the starter. I don't know, it was fine ten minutes ago."

I tilted my head, considering the options as I let my fingers trail over the cold metal of the chainsaw in my hand. For a brief second, I saw the hesitation in his eyes—the flicker of fear—but then he steeled himself, his expression hardening into defiance. “You can all go to hell,” he spat. “I’m not telling you anything.” I exhaled slowly, feigning disappointment. “Very well then. Suit yourself.” With an indifferent shrug, I gripped the chainsaw’s handle and yanked the cord. The engine roared to life, its sharp teeth glinting as I took a step toward him. The scent of burning fuel filled the air.

Lucas too followed them along with Liam. "This is a beauty, uncle Eric," said Alexander, running his fingers along the smooth body of the car. "What's the problem that you're facing?" He asked. "Well, the engine is stalling suddenly and refusing to start again. The carriage is vibrating while speeding down," said Lucas's dad. Alexander nodded and checked the car thoroughly as the others looked on. "There is a little damage to the engine harness wire insulation, uncle Eric. It needs to be replaced, " said Alexander. "I don't have the parts or the tools to do it now."

“If you see them, remind them why they don’t cross Revenant territory.” I flicked the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and crushed it under my boot. “Yeah. I’ll handle it.” He dismissed me with a grunt and cut the call. I turned toward my bike parked by the curb. My temper was already sitting high at this point. I swung a leg over, jammed the key in and hit the ignition. The engine roared to life and then sputtered, coughing like it was choking on air. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered. I revved it again, but it only growled louder, an ugly sound coming from the back wheel. The brake wasn’t the only thing wrong now.

We drove for a long while until the car started making a strange noise halfway home. I frowned, tapping the dashboard. "What's that?" The grinding, and scraping sound got loder, and it made my stomach drop. I pulled over to the side of the road just as the engine sputtered and died. I stared at the steering wheel. "You've got to be kidding me." I tried to restart the engine, but it wouldn't start. I tried and tried again until I was sure if I tried one more time the key would break, but still nothing. I leaned back in my seat and let out a long breath.

I flipped it open and checked to make sure the company’s keycard was still there, tucked safely between expired coupons and the business card of a witch who claimed to “hex your enemies in 24 hours or less.” I jammed the key into the ignition and turned. “Come on, girl,” I whispered, patting the dashboard. The engine wheezed, letting out a wheezy groan like I was disturbing its nap, and then it suddenly went dead. “Come on, come on, come on—” There was a violent sputter, and the car shuddered before springing to life. “YES!” I shouted—just in time for the engine to die again.

I even opened my windows to catch the fresh breeze of the morning air. I was halfway there when the car gave a weird jolt. I frowned and tapped the gas, but nothing. “Uhh…what now?” Another jolt. Then the engine sputtered like it was choking. And then — silence. “Seriously?” I muttered, hitting the steering wheel lightly. I tried the ignition again. It coughed, clicked, then died. “Great, just another one of my bad days.”

"We have company." "Almost there," Julian grunted. The guard started walking toward us. He put a hand on his belt. "Sir? Step out of the vehicle!" the guard shouted. "Julian!" Julian touched the two bare wires together. Sparks flew. The engine cranked, sputtered, and died. "Damn it," Julian cursed. The guard was running now. "Try it again!" I yelled. Julian twisted the wires together again. Vroom. The old V6 engine roared to life. A cloud of blue smoke puffed from the exhaust.