storm: yeah another story i'm on a roll!

cyclonus:BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

storm:(sweatdrop) ok who let you in here?

cyclonus: the story duh!

storm: oh...yeah...(zaps cyclonus with energon stungun)

storm: i do not own transformers there i said now if your excuse me i gota throw Mr. Phyco back in the story (tosses cyclonus in plot)

cyclonus: read and reveeeiiiww! (splash!)

you know one of those days that starts off completely normal then blows up in you face when you least expect it. When is's all over you life is forever changed but you don't really realize it until it's to late? Well today's one of them days. Actually, now that I think about, I'm lucky to be alive despite that all of three days ago it felt like the exact opposite. Ironic huh? Well thats just how life works, dishing out random events at random people at any random time or place.

The random time was 9:00 at night on a Saturday. Shaytan, my best friend and mentor let me take the 'hawk out for a spin.

"Your getting a lot better" he says as I smoothly bank in to the right "who knows you might even get up to military standards" I turn breifly to smile at him and Shaytan smiles back.

"Well I did learn form the best"I answer, behind me he chuckles and puts a hand on my padded shoulder "sure did..." he trailed off because the 'hawk was making too mush noise for me to hear. A flashing red beacon pops up from behind the trees and I cornered the helicopter in the direction. I land perfectly and thank Shaytan for all he has done for me. I pop into his mansion real quick to get my things then wave goodbye.

Nick and a few of his friends are in his souped up Nissan and honks the horn at me when they drive by. 'A perfectly normal day' I remember thinking. Of course I'm wrong but I had no clue at that point. One more mile and I'm at camp. It wasent much just a tent and an over sized heat lamp in place of a fire. I chunk my supplies inside as I enter the tent. A couple of candy bars spill out and I figure I might as well eat one now that it's right there. After eating I discard the wrapper and go to bed.

KABOOM

My life littraly started flashing before me eyes until it blinded me. Instinct told me to run forward and it saved my skin. The explosion set a near by tree on fire on fell on my tent just as I make it out. I would have stopped and thanked the lord but a very familier droning sound buffeted the air space behind me. I was in half spin before a cold and very big hand snatched me off my feet.

I yelled "what the heck?" as I turned my head as best as I possibly could with wind beating down on me. The site I was met with was a white, orange and lavender helicopter with tented windows. I was about to scream out a rude comment at the thing but several large metal beings, fighting each other like a civil war reinacment interrupted me.

"That minicon is mine!" a particurly bulky bot with horns and tank treads on his shoulders yelled at an equally massive but sleeker robot as it pointed his cannon in it's face. Horn head got ready to fire but the red bot forced the barrel to the side before it blew it's face apart. Unfortunatly the cannon ended up firing in my general direction and the copter holding me about 100+ feet in air dident seem to be making any effort to get the hell out the way ether.

'Oh joy...'

The laser hit the side tearing off the paneling and I vaguely recall seeing the rivets fly past me face. the flames were extinguished by the wind rushing up from underneath as the copter dropped straight down like a weighted stone. With a deafening blend of sound from snapping trees, shredding leaves and finally metal crumpling from impact with a faint splat from an unfortunate squirrel or two or maybe it was me...

storm: yay glad thats over that story was soooo lame!

cyclonus: how can it be lame if it has me in it?

storm: dont even get me started...

cyclonus: oh come on!

storm: (tosses Mr. Phyco back in the plot) just reveiw please