So here's the restart of "Twisted Fragments". I made the first chapter a bit more exciting and a bit more understandible than the first chapter of TF. And, boys, I know that the topic of 'nails' might be lost on you, but please read, I love positive feedback from both boys and girls. I'll try to keep this as real as possible. There may be romance as well, but I'm not sure...
The World Needs You Now
A Transformers FanFiction
By: Mikaela the Cat
(Was originally going to be titled "Held Hostage")
(Restart of "Twisted Fragments")
Chapter One: Barricade
"No…! No! Miriah! Not yet, not yet! I'M NOT READY TO HAVE MY NAILS DONE!" I cried as my short, curvy, brown/blonde haired friend continued to hold my wrist and drag me towards the nail salon she frequented. Summer had just begun, and all winter I had told her that I wanted to have my nails done because it would be nice to have nice, even nails again. But now that it was summer and it looked like it was going to rain the entire summer like it had for the last two years, I was preparing to ride me horse as much as I could. But I guess my words came and smacked me in the back of my head, because Miriah had found gaps of free time in both of our lives and managed to get me to the nail salon.
"C'mon, Mikaela, you've wanted to have your nails done for a while. Now it's time to do it," she said, smiling at me slightly.
I sighed at the girl. Miriah and I were not close, since our interests were almost on opposite sides of the spectrum. She was the one that was pretty and always up on the latest fashion all the time while I couldn't even bear to wear any kind of t-shirt that had a neck that went below the collarbone. She wore make-up all the time—like the silvery eye-shadow I could see her wearing now—while I didn't care for it. Mom has to forcefully sit me down if she has any hopes of getting make-up on me to cover up some of the pimples I have on my hairline and chin. She was around five foot one to five foot three while I was five foot seven. She was short, I was tall.
Now she had sucked me into a situation that she had probably been planning for a long time.
I relented and allowed her to pull me into the nail salon. She went up to the counter to pay for our nails being done while I found a chair and sat down on it. I looked around the salon and saw that it was pretty empty, so I was not surprised when we were accepted almost instantly. But what shocked me was that we were taken to two different tables. Oh joy.
The woman who was going to do my nails went off to get the stuff she would need, and while she was gone, I took out my iPhone 4 and put it on mute before slipping it back into my pocket. My iPhone had a strange story to it, which I couldn't help but remember every time I saw it. In truth, it was supposed to be an iPhone 3, but when I opened the box, it turned out to be an iPhone 4…
I sat down at my desk and set the iPhone's box on the desk in front of me. I quickly opened the box, and hastily took the plastic wrapping off, tossing the manuals over my shoulder and across the room onto my bed. I took out the phone, and stared at it. I was confused. This was the wrong phone. I had swapped my old iPhone 3 for a new one because it glitched, but I had gotten an iPhone 4 instead of an iPhone 3. I shook my head and shrugged. Maybe they just didn't make iPhone 3s anymore.
I sighed and set the new iPhone on my desk before I picked up the box and set it down on the floor next to the desk. But before I could let go of the box, something clinked to the ground, catching my attention. I let go of the box, and looked for the source of the sound. I found it, resting on the floor, mere millimeters from the edge of the rug that rested under my desk. It was a big sliver/chunk of something brown. I picked it up and ran my fingers over it. I felt strange runes etched into it and my curiosity and imagination was sparked instantly.
I straightened and placed it onto the desk next to the phone. I looked at the runes and my eyes widened.
With a gasp, I uttered, "I know those runes!"
I got to my feet and rushed around my room until I grabbed my laptop. I set it on my lap, careful to keep it far away from the sliver. I pulled up the web browser and clicked on the Google search bar. And with that, I typed:
T – H – E — A – L – L – S – P – A – R – K
Several websites popped up, and I clicked on the link to the Transformers wiki. A long article about the AllSpark popped up, and I looked at all the pictures of the AllSpark that came along with it.
I stopped at the image of the AllSpark from the movie continuity of Transformers and clicked on it. A larger version of the image popped up and I could get a clear look of the runes on three of the six sides. I gasped again and nearly let the laptop slide off of my lap.
So it turned out that my phone also came with a replica of the main character of the movies' AllSpark shard. But how it got into the box was a mystery to me. The box didn't advertise that there was an AllSpark shard replica inside, and it definantly didn't advertise that the phone had been switched for a newer model. I sighed as the woman returned and sat down on a small rolling chair across the tiny manicure table from me.
She asked me what I wanted done with my nails, and I told her that I wanted gel stick-on nails painted yellow with a couple of black stripes down the middle. I didn't tell her the reason for that choice was because it would remind me of Bumblebee—one of my favourite Autobots. Not everyone was the fan of Transformers like I was, so I wanted to be spared from the strange looks I would receive if I told her.
I sat patiently as she did my nails, constantly hoping that no one would phone. The only people who would phone me would either be my mom, dad, or grandmother. Fortunately, no one phoned, and when my nails were done, I was free to go, since Miriah paid already. But I waited for her. When she was done, she showed me her nails. I saw that she got gel stick on nails too, but had an orange and blue theme to it. I showed her mine, and she said I had good taste. But I had a feeling that she was slightly forcing it.
We went our separate ways and I went to my bike. I got onto it and began to bike home.
My home was located on the far end of town, and I was not looking forward to returning there. I didn't know why I was feeling that way—maybe it was because of the shard? I didn't know, but whenever I was near it, and no matter how much it fascinated me, I always felt this foreboding feeling, like if I touched it one too many times, trouble would come my way. It must just be my Transformers geek sense tingling.
And that sense was tingling now, set off by the feeling of being watched. I sped up my pedalling, gripping the handlebars just enough that my now longer nails were beginning to dig into my palms. My eyes darted around as I kept a look-out for anything that might have been causing the feeling. I spotted a black and white police cruiser, but I quickly turned my attention from it an ignored it. There were several black and white cars now added to the fleet of white cars the police fleet owned. I continued racing down the street, forgetting that when you ride a bike on the road, it's considered a vehicle. And I was biking very recklessly.
A few seconds after I passed the police cruiser, I heard sirens. I slowed down and looked over my shoulder and grimaced when I saw it was the police cruiser I had passed. I looked back and through the windshield, and gulped when I saw the police officer. He was dressed in a black police officer uniform, something foreign to Canada. He had short brown hair and a brown moustache. I recognised him, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. I looked forward as my mind sifted through the images. I lurched forward in surprised as I fully recognised the police officer.
Barricade's holoform.
The man inside the police cruiser looked exactly like the man who watched Frenzy at the laptop after Frenzy made it off of Air Force One in the first movie. I shuttered.
I pushed myself harder, but I could tell the police cruiser was on my tail. It couldn't be Barricade—he was just a fictional character! And the police officer that was chasing me was just a normal police officer that was ticked off at my biking.
So with that in mind, I slowed down and stopped by the curb, but I did not climb off of my bike. There was something up.
The police officer pulled up beside me so that I was pinned between the cruiser and the curb. I sighed as the officer got out of the car and walked around so that he was standing in front of me. I looked up at him with wide hazel eyes before I looked down nervously while brushing my thick but short brown hair out of my face. "What can I do for you, Officer?" I asked in the most level voice I could muster.
I glanced up at him quickly enough to see him narrow his eyes. "I saw your biking," he said, his voice deep and rough. It was…scary. He took out a ticket book and fished a pen out of what looked like his back pocket by the way he reached behind him. "I could fine you for recklessness." He paused. "But…"
I held my breath as my eyes widened even more. That voice… oh no…
My eyes wandered to the police badge he wore on his left breast. I read his name tag and it read "Barry Cade".
I gasped as he reached back again and took out a pair of handcuffs. Either my mind was playing tricks on me, but there was more to this "Barry Cade" than met the eye and I didn't want to stay around to find out who he really was. So a strangled shriek left my throat as I slapped him across the face, catching him off guard. I then pedaled hard, causing my bike to shoot forward, knocking the man out of the way.
As I screamed around the corner at the end of the street, I could hear the sounds of the police cruiser behind me. I shot down the road before power-sliding onto a walking path that snaked its way between some buildings. I sped into the suburbs of Oilfield, this town, hoping to lose the police officer. I looked behind me in time to see the police cruiser become a mass of twisting metal, gears and wires. I screamed as the cruiser transformed into a figure I thought I would never see face to face.
Barricade.
So was that exciting enough? I hope so.
While I was writing this, I took a Transformers personality test on ...or something...and it turns out that my personality is like Ironhides :P Maybe that's why I'm so mad that Bay killed him off and that he's one of my favourite Autobots...
