Robots are Real

Summary: Aparently, I have a nack for bad luck. Because being attacked by giant alien robots definetly doesn't fit on my agenda….

Chapter 1

November 4, 1999. Egypt

A 9 nine old girl with shoulder length, dark brown hair breathed heavily as she ran up to the giant doorway. "Daddy, it's so big!" she exclaimed, looking up at the giant doorway.

The girl's father wheezed as he finally caught up with her. "Where did you get all this energy hun….?" He wheezed, nearly collapsing.

The girl giggled and ran to her father, grabbing his hand and pulling him up as the other tourists walked up the hill. "I'm only 9 daddy. I'm very energetic!" she said and let go of his hand, running back up to the giant doorway.

She caught something from the corner of her eye and looked over, seeing a small hole about the size of her form in the wall inside the giant ruin. "A hole….?" She mused and walked over, looking inside. It was dark, but she saw slithers of sunlight coming from some holes inside. She looked over her shoulder, seeing her father get mixed with the tourists. With a determined expression, she crawled inside the hole.

"Wow….." she whispered in awe, looking around when she managed to stand. The strange room was covered in weird markings and letters. She touched a metal pipe that stuck out, seeing how pointy it was on the end. She reminded herself to be careful. She carefully walked through the room until she came to a more open area and saw a strange, blue glowing object on flat pedestal. "Oohhh….how glowy." She whispered and knelt down in front of the strange object.

She remembered the last time she found a glowly, looking object. It was cube-looking and had the same weird markings and letters on it as the walls. Maybe they were connected? She had touched the cube-looking thingy and then she blacked out. When she woke up, the cube thingy was gone. "Maybe somebody took it….." she mused to herself and reached out to touch the object.

When her fingers brushed the metal object, electricity coursed through her small form and she passed out.

"Shelby!" a male voice called out. "Where are you?"

The little girl moaned softly and opened her greyish-green eyes. She pulled herself into a sitting position and looked down, seeing the metal weird object gone. She groaned. "Not again…! No fair…." She muttered and cracking her back, she crawled out of the room, reuniting with her father.

"Shelby!" her father exclaimed and picked her up, hugging her tightly. "Don't ever run off like that again! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

She hugged her father back tightly. "Sorry daddy." She suddenly felt tired and yawned, laying her head against her father's. "I'm tired daddy…."

Her father chuckled. "Alright hun, let's go back to the hotel." She felt him walking away.

She loosely wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, falling into a blissful sleep…..

June 10th, 2011…..Plymouth, Indiana

"Shelby, time to wake up!" dad shouted.

"Nurg…" I moaned, glancing over at my alarm clock. 10:30 a.m. "And this is what I get for staying up past 1…" I yawned loudly and threw the covers off. My mid-back length dark brown hair hung around my face, spiked up in some areas. Yawning once again, I opened my door and stalked out to the living room, where I plopped down on the couch. I grabbed one of the pillows that rested on the couch and placed it underneath my head, closing my eyes.

"How late were you up last night?" dad asks.

"Mmmm, past 1." I mumbled and got comfortable in my position. Then water was squirted onto my face and I yelled out, sitting up and glaring at my dad, who grinned. "What the hell?"

"It's your own fault for staying up past one in the morning sweetie." He said and put the squirt bottle down on the end-table beside him.

I rolled my eyes and wiped my face off with my shirt. "Whatever…"

"Did you see the trailer for Transformers 3?"

"Yes I did. It looks freaking aw-e-some." I said, remembering all the scenes I saw in the trailer. "I wonder who's gonna die this time. I hope they don't kill off Optimus again! I got pissed off about that!"

"That's because he's your favorite Autobot." Dad teased.

"Yeah well…I'm a girl. So nehhhy!" I stuck out my tongue at him playfully. "I can like anybody I want to like."

"And you also like Megatron."

"Do not!"

"Uh-huh. Then why are you blushing?"

"I am not blushing!"

"Then why is your face red?"

"My room is hot!"

"Uh-huh. Sure hun."

I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "Hmph."

Dad always loved to tease me because I'm a sucker for the villians. Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Shelby, but I prefered to be called Shell. Or Shell-station. Don't ask, the nickname stuck when I made a new friend about a year ago.

"What's your name? I'm Austin!"

"Shell."

"Okay then, Shell-station!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed, leaning back against the couch as Dad put the first Transformers on. "My favorite fandom now…"

….

I moaned a little, rubbing the back of my neck as I leaned back in the chair. I heard the fire cackling as the sky became darker. "Are you okay?" my best friend, Stormy asks.

"Just a little sore." I replied. "I've been sore for the past couple weeks."

"Do you want me to take you home?" she asks. "I didn't want to to come to this ADR party, but you made me."

"I'm sorry Storm….." I groaned. "God…."

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I don't know. Suddenly my leg is hurting…" I sighed, stretching out my legs. "Another thing…it feels like a part of my…..memory is gone. Like it vanished into thin air."

"You do have a bad memory Shell." She said.

"That's not it….it just feels like something is wrong with me." I rubbed the back of my neck again. "I've also been getting headaches a lot more now." I rubbed my temples.

"Shell," Pricilla spoke as she poked her head out from the house of our club manager. "There's someone who wants to speak with you."

"Who is it?"

"Some police officer."

I sighed and stood up, walking to the front door. A police officer stood there, looked about in his mid-twenties with dark hair and eyes. "Yes officer?"

"Would you mind stepping outside with me ma'am?" the officer's voice was unusually strange and deep.

I blinked. "Yeah…..sure." I followed the officer outside. I caught a glimpse of his car, which very much looked like a Mustang. I also caught a glimpse of white letters on the side.

To punish and inslave…..

My eyes widened.

"Ma'am?" the officer broke my train of thought.

I snapped my gaze back to him. "Uh, yes. Sorry. What did you need to question me about?"

The officer's eyes narrowed darkly and I swear to god I thought I saw his eyes flash red. "I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me ma'am."