Chapter One; Jemma Lynne
May 3rd, 2017.
Reno; Nevada; United States of America.
The harsh siren of my roommate's alarm clock resonated through the dark room, startling me awake as I bolted upright and nearly knocked myself back out again thanks the the low hanging ceiling. Back at the beginning of the year, I decided to take one for the team by offering myself up for top bunk seeing as how the other two wanted nothing to do with it, but as the year went on I have come to hate all the nights I feared falling off or accidentally hitting my head. There was also the common issue of drunkenly trying to get myself to bed whenever we came back from some party or my friend Kyarrah's, who was the designated buyer of liquor due to the fact that she was one of my only friends who was over the age of twenty one and willing to buy. Yup, next year I was definitely getting bottom bunk.
A harsh curse was heard from below me right before the sound of fabric being thrown aside. Leaning slightly over the edge of my bed, I looked down to see Shanel reach over to turn off the alarm which read 9:15. My other roommate Melissa shifted slightly from her secluded spot on the other side of our pathetically small dorm room before settling back down.
"You have a final at 9:30." I stated as my mind struggled to wake up completely. There was a haziness that clouded my brain, almost as if I spent the previous night drinking, but Finals week was definitely not the time for it. I ended last night cramming for my sociology final which was at eleven.
"Thanks so much Sherlock." She snapped as she moved to grab a pair of sneakers from under her bed. "I would have never guessed."
"Why'd you set it for 9:20?" I asked snuggling back down into my bed and checking my phone that I basically always slept with.
"I didn't, I set it for eight but kept hitting the snooze." More rustling noises concluded she was out of bed. A sudden wave of light and back to blackness further told me that her poor ass was going to be running across campus if she wanted to make it in time. The downside of attending a university in such a big city is that everyone nationwide wanted to be there so the university responds by hiring really good professors who don't take any shit because they have too many students to look after. If she's late, she can kiss her GPA goodbye.
I contemplated going back to bed. I was comfortable enough but I knew the chances of me waking up in time were going to be slim. The three of us had this awful habit of abusing the snooze button so we were constantly late for our classes. It really did surprise me how I haven't lost my scholarship yet but who was I to question financial aid office when they were paying over half my tuition. It still meant I owed roughly fifteen grand a year but my student loans were like a far away nightmare. I had two more years until I had to worry about that shit.
Deciding to get up and take a shower seemed like a good idea. Climbing down the bed, I began to strip my sleeping clothes consisting of a 'campus life' T-shirt and a pair of black sport shorts. Wrapping a towel around myself as well as grabbing my shower caddy, I put on my flip flops and made my way out the room and to the showers. Once in the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like a hot mess.
Smudged eyeliner, chapped lips, untamed short brown hair that contrasted harshly with the paleness of my skin tone. Once again it looked like I spent the night partying rather than studying. Dark circles under my eyes seemed to bring out the blue of my irises which admittedly looked pretty cool but everything else screamed zombie virus. My shoulder with an autobot tattoo was visible in the small portrait-style and I smiled to myself. I was such a nerd when I was younger.
Last year for my eighteenth birthday, I decided to get myself a tattoo. The issue was figuring out what I wanted. I had so many friends telling me to get something meaningful because they'll be on you forever so I picked the one thing nobody, well everybody, expected; a fucking transformers tattoo. It was meaningful, to me at least. I remember being completely obsessed with the show when I was in elementary school, Watching all the old G1 episodes on cartoon network, then being obsessed with Transformers Animated as well as a few comic books. When I was twelve the first Michael Bay transformers movie came out and I completely lost my shit. It was a mixture between growing up and realizing how shitty the movies actually were that got me over my 'giant alien robot' phase. The last movie was complete trash. Who kills off Ratchet?! Who? I heard that they were coming out with another movie in the summer, and I was going to see it, not because I was going to like it but because it was so important to my childhood that it would be a crime to not go.
I got some other tattoo's since then, but nothing really as vibrant as the bolded-in-black shaded-in-red insignia. All of which were somewhere on my right arm; never enough to call a sleeve however, more like a series of cartoon-like doodles. Perks of having a friend who's dating a tattoo artist.
Back to the issue at hand, I was still a hot mess. Hopefully a shower would fix that. Turning away from the mirror I took the shower stall closest to the window. Probably one of the only upside to living in this hell hole is that I don't pay for heating so I can use as much hot water as I wanted. Back home Rosa would kill me if I took a shower longer than ten minutes. At school, my showers ranged anywhere from a half an hour to forty five minutes and I loved every second of it. I washed my hair and body; hell, I even shaved. When I got back to the room to get dressed, Melissa was awake, blearily checking her phone while still laying in bed.
"Mornin'." She greeted and I responded with my 'morning' as well. I changed into a simple pair of blue jeans and a black band tank top. The time on the clock now read 10:20 so that meant I would have to leave in twenty more minutes for class. Deciding I would cram some more when I actually got to my classroom, I plopped back down onto my bed and checked my phone again. This time I had a new message from Shanel.
"Yo. Tomorrow is move-out day and we are going to Mcdonald's to celebrate. Meet me on the quad at three."
"You get the message from Shanel?" I asked Melissa eyeing my phone with a mixture of humor and dread. None of us had a car so we would either have to walk all the way there which was about a good thirty minute trek or take the bus. Surprisingly, even though we were such a big college, we didn't have many chain restaurants around our block. I guess it was because local businesses figured they could sell their food to hungry college students so they bought out all the spaces within a mile radius of the school, but really who had an extra twenty dollars to spend on food? Im gonna go with my dollar menu thank you very much.
"I did."
"You going?"
"I guess."
"Sweet." I smiled at the girl. On the outside she was rude and curt but on the inside she was a cute little marshmallow.
"You look like shit." Okay, I take that back.
"Yeah. I know, I feel like it too." The beginnings of a headache were drumming in the back of my skull and I didn't even do anything today. "I think its allergies."
"Makes sense. It is Spring after all."
"I can't believe your done with your finals." I groaned. "Its not fair, suffer like us."
"I had three finals on Tuesday to make up for it. Suck it up."
"Rude." I smirked. I put on my black hight-top sneakers and grabbed my army green purse before turning back to her. "Do I look okay?"
"Depends, who're you trying to impress?"
"Delano from economics." I stated bluntly, and it was true. He was the stereotypical college football player; built like a tank and dumb as a dog. He was one of the scholarship kids like me, but he got in via football where I got in via GPA. I mainly wanted him as an accessory to try to get into a few parties and clubs over the summer but it definitely didn't hurt that he was drop dead gorgeous; beautiful black skin, hypnotising dark eyes and long thick dreadlocks draped down his back almost like a cape. I vaguely wondered if they ever got in the way of his helmet when he was on the field.
"Your white ass can only dream." She rolled her eyes. "Besides, he isn't in your sociology class, why do you think your going to see him?"
"Just a feeling." and I was out the door. The walk to class wasn't bad at all. Luckily the building was closer than Shanel's so I could take my time and enjoy the warm Spring air. Once I got to the classroom, I crammed a bit more before the Professor handed out our finals. It was brutal with no multiple choice, but overall I thought I did pretty well. I walked out of my last final with a content emotion; I survived my sophomore year.
Having another few hours to kill, I decided going back to the dorm to finish my packing. Rosa was going to pick me up tomorrow around ten in the morning so it would be hellish if I tried to pack last minute. I was met with Melissa packing as well so we talked a bit about what we were going to do over the summer and when we were going to meet up. The two of us lived only a few hours away from each other and in the past we would occasionally take a bus to chill for a weekend that we weren't working, which was pretty rare.
"The new Thor movies coming out in July. Wanna meet up then?"
"Sure but Transformers; The Last Knight is coming out next month, we could meet up then too." I was expecting her to complain about my 'poor taste' in movies, and as I clarified before the only reason why I was going to see it was because I was a dedicated fan in the past, but instead I was met with a look of confusion.
"Huh? Never heard of that one." I rolled my eyes.
"Sure you haven't."
"No seriously, is it some shitty DC movie? I told you before Jemma i'm a Marvel fan. I don't give a fuck about superman."
"Melissa, giant robots." It wasn't impossible that she could've forgotten the name, but I remembered the big hype of when I first revealed my tattoo and how she went ballistic about the fact that I chose the good guys over the bad guys. She wasn't a transformers fan but everyone knew the decepticons from the autobots. My reasoning for getting an autobot tattoo over a decepticon tattoo was because purple is a gross color and if I was going to get it then damnit I wanted it colored in.
"An anime? Like a mecha anime?"
"No. It was the cartoon, then the movies? You know, by Michael Bay?"
"Not ringing a bell."
"You're fucking with me." I chuckled and gestured to my shoulder. "Clearly this is just some kind of weird gang symbol then."
"Really? I thought you said it had something to with a cartoon."
"Yes! Exactly, and the name of the cartoon is-?"
"Sorry." She blinked, looking between my tattoo and my eyes. "I guess Transformers. Must have forgot."
"Its fine." My headache pulsed a bit causing me to wince. Maybe I needed caffeine. "Weird that you forgot though."
Once we finished packing we set out to meet Shanel on the quad. The three of us decided on taking the bus, simply because the warm air was beginning to get uncomfortably warm and none of us wanted to deal with sweating.
"Have you even started packing?" Melissa asked Shanel. They were seated side by side in front of me as I stood directly above them. The bus was jam packed as it seemed everyone was either leaving school or doing the same thing we were' get cheaper food.
"Nah, but my dad's not picking me up until tomorrow night because of work so i'll have time."
"Im leaving you ass at ten and I can't wait get rid of you." I smirked
"And im leaving at six in the morning so good riddance to the both of you." Melissa added. "You guys are mean." Shanel pouted before dramatically crossing her arms like a five year old.
"And you chose to room with us again next year~" I teased playing with her hair a bit.
"Thats be-" Suddenly the bus jerked to a complete stop and I was thrown towards the center of the bus. A series of gasps and screamed echoed around me and as I scrambled to get back up I heard the driver shouting curses at the vehicle in front of us. A man helped me back up then went to help another older woman. From my new position at the front of the bus I looked out the windshield and saw several military hummers cut us off. My blood ran cold as I realized what this could mean.
Making my way back towards the back, I found Shanel and Melissa that looked mildly alarmed.
"Are you okay?" Shanel asked standing up from her seat before grabbing me and pushing me down into it without giving me time to react.
"Yeah. A bunch of military vehicles cut us off, and they were packing."
"What?" Melissa asked before her voice changed to a hushed tone. "Like guns?"
"Exactly. Do you think there was a terrorist attack?" I asked my friends worriedly. After everything that has been happening in the world; the bombings in Syria, The Boston Bombings, the bombings in France and all the shooting massacres in the U.S., it wouldn't be far fetched to think something like that could've happened here in Reno.
What? No. Its probably just a test. Like an army drill or whatever." Melissa sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than us. The honking in back of us never ceased causing us to realize the bus never started moving. A boy around our age yelled up to the driver to ask what the holdup was.
"There's a woman up here knocked clean out!" The elderly driver yelled back, distress clear in his voice. "I can't move until the paramedics get here, regulations and all that." A series of groans were heard with a mixture of worry for the woman. "You all are welcome to stay on the bus but I don't know how long the wait will be."
"Wanna get out of here?" Melissa sighed eyeing the door closest to us open with a loud hiss.
"Yeah, we can walk the rest of the way. We're pretty close now." Shanel ended up hoisting me back up this time much to my protest.
"I can get up on my own thank you." I snapped playfully as I slapped her hands away. About half the bus left with us and now that we were outside we could see how the traffic was trying to make its way around the bus, causing more chaos than anything.
"Holy shit!" Laughed Shanel eying the scene before us. "Those military fuckers done fucked up!"
"Come on, lets go." Melissa stated before walking ahead. Shanel and I ended up jogging to keep up with her. Turning around the corner we began heading down a street that was weirdly enough covered in a hazy green smoke. "The fu-"
Up ahead were the military vehicles including what my nerdy self recognised immediately as Bumblebee. Further analysing realized that there was also a GMC topkick, an emergency hummer H2, and a pontiac solstice; aka Ironhide, Ratchet and Jazz. Before I could say 'Hey cool! They're recreating the first transformers movie!' A loud roar of an engine was heard from above us followed by the GMC topkick transforming into a giant robot.
"It's Starscream!" The chaos that happened next was indescribable. A series of screams, the ground rumbling from the weight of the robot. Another robot, this one yellow. Words of an order were exchanged, people running and me being pulled away by Shanel and Melissa from the scene. I was in an unexplainable haze that left me relatively calm yet unresponsive to my friends pleas to run. The grip on me was knocked off from the weight of the crowd streaming our way. I faintly heard my name being screamed but my eyes were glued to the scene before me. I had a clear view now, as the people in the streets and sidewalks managed to clear out rather quickly, leaving a few stragglers behind. Including myself.
The two robots picked up the bed of an eighteen wheeler as a makeshift shield just as the other two transformed. The larger neon yellow and grey one sprinting to me and I took a few steps back at how roughly he was shaking the ground. I didn't have time to register the fact that he grabbed me until my world was suddenly shrouded in darkness with metal entombing me at all sides. If I wasn't so out of it I would have feared he was trying to squish me.
A loud explosion was distortedly heard from my metal cage and for the second time that day I felt a feeling of being jerked to the side. The metal hands were tight enough that I didn't feel a lot of shock from the fall but they had me in an uncomfortably bruising grip. I tried to wriggle free and slowly the hands moved away to reveal a metallic face with yellow accents around the sides and grey details that contrasted greatly with electric blue eyes.
Were they eyes? Wasn't the word optics? I used to know all this stuff when I was younger, It's hard to remember so far back.
All at once my senses came to and my eyes must have been as wide as saucers. My arms felt numb as the adrenaline in my body hit me ten fold screaming at me to flee, but as I tried to get up off the alien robots hand, I was blocked by one of his servos on his other hand. The action made me feel like an ant trapped in a 3rd graders hands.
"Anybody hurt?! Everybody okay?!" A soldier called out loudly, a sense of urgency in his voice clear. Lennox, that's what his name was, right?
"Ratchet!" A scream. The bot in question looked over his shoulder before getting up completely, with me still in his arms. I let out a scream at the height and clung desperately to a ridge between his two servos. "Bee's legs! They're gone!" A boy waved up at us. Holy crap it was Shia Labeouf.
"Get him to cover and take this one with you." I was quickly lowered back onto the ground and jumped off a few feet above it, stumbling backwards to try to get as much space between us as possible. "Easy, if we survive this you have a lot of explaining to do."
"What?" I asked but he was gone, transformed back into his alt form along with Jazz, chasing after a tank that was shooting at us. Holy shit a tank was shooting at us. Turning around, I eyed Shia then Bee.
"I don't know what to do!" He ran his hands in his hair and I remembered that his girlfriend got a pick-up truck to move Bumblebee. Where was she?!
"We need a pick-up truck." I stated as I looked around to try and find any.
"Well, where is one?!"
"I don't know kid! I just got kinda thrown into this!"
"Okay, okay!" A rocket from the tank hit a building close to us and Bee let out a sound of alarm as I screamed out a few colorful curses. A metal cube was suddenly thrusted into my hands as I looked at the yellow robot in question.
"What the hell do you want me to do with it?" I raised a brow at the yellow robot who made a whir of noises.
"You have to run with it. The Decepticons cannot get it and if they do, we all die." Shia-no i'm sorry, Sam said.
"What do you mean?! Thats your job!" I thrusted the cube to him. The sound of gunfire and explosions were deafening, so we entered a screaming match with each other.
"Thats not my job! Im only sixteen!" He countered, shoving the thing back to me. "I have been kidnapped from my home by the government, interrogated and almost killed on several occasions today, Its not my job to do any of this!"
"And what makes you think it's mine?!" I snapped, eyeing ironhide narrowly avoiding missiles being launched at him by the tank. Somebody needed to take that out.
"You're an Autobot! He slapped my tattooed shoulder roughly. I should have worn sleeves today. The girl who was in question earlier pulled over with the tow-truck.
"Sam, help me with this." She motioned to the cords hanging off the truck, they were going to load Bee onto it to get him to safety. Lennox came running towards us.
"Sam! Where's the cube?"
"Right there." He pointed at me and I held out the thing hoping he would take it. To my disappointment, he didn't.
"You kids need to get out of here now." He snapped to the two teens before turning to me. "You too lady."
"She's an Autobot! Look at her shoulder!" Sam shouted from the bed of the truck and I was twisted around by Lennox.
"Woah, hands off!"
"What the hell? These things can look human?"
"I am a human!"
"Listen, I can't keep my guys alone back there and im not making these kids run through the battlefield." The cube was taken from my hands and placed in a military backpack along with a couple flares. "Take this flare, okay there's a tall white building with statues on top, go to the roof, set the flare signal the chopper-"
"Im not an Autobot!" I cut him off trying to talk sense into him. "Just a college student."
"Listen to me you're a soldier now!" He grabbed me roughly by my collar before releasing me. The gunfire began to pick up again and the backpack shoved to me. "I need you to take the cube, get it into military hands while we hold them off, or a lot of people are gonna die. Those two up ahead are the good guys, they'll get you there safe." He pointed to Ratchet and Ironhide who were covering us.
"Can't we just pawn it off to a soldier?! Aren't they paid to do shit like this?" I still just couldn't comprehend how I got roped into this.
"They're paid to shoot, your job as a civilian is to run so RUN!" I thought he was going to hit me.
"Okay but you want me to run to the building! If I was really a civilian you'd let me run away from the danger!" I argued back, dread began to settle in my stomach as I realized these motherfuckers were really going to make me smuggle the allspark across the city.
"Girl if you don't start moving your ass, so help me i'll-"
"Alright im going, im going!" And I was off, sprinting like a maniac into the gunfire and debri. I ran past Ironhide and Ratchet who called out something along the lines of 'we will protect you' and 'get to the building' but I was too busy running for my life to stop and say hi.
"Decepticons, Attack!"
Now that's a reassuring start to my run.
It was a mixture between the gunfire above me and Ratchet stepping uncomfortably close to me that made the adrenaline never run out. Not once did I feel out of breath or tired but I knew I was going to regret everything in the morning. The ground shook roughly causing me to almost fall over as Ironhide rolled to shield me from gunfire. I got into a zone of; just pretend they're not there so I did just that and prayed they didn't accidentally step on me.
"Watch out!" Ironhide dove in front of me to pick up a police car as a shield. I stopped dead in my tracks as a blue explosive missile cause the bot to fall over next to me, the tire from the cop car narrowly missed me as it bounced away. The bot in front of me transformed back into a helicopter- Blackout? Maybe- and continued his attack on some poor soldiers further back.
The street was pretty much cleared out, most people left their cars for shelter in some of the shops so as I ran I weaved around them. I almost dove for cover as Ironhide shot a few abandoned cars that I was about to dodge.
"Keep moving girl!"
"Don't stop!" Their voices were so deep and loud that I could practically feel it in my chest. Next thing I know Im diving underneath one of the mentioned cars for cover as an F22 fighter jet transformed to attack my two 'protectors.' The gunfire was right above me and I rolled out from underneath the car just in time for it to be stepped on by the Decepticon who I now recognised as Starscream.
So cool!
My favorite childhood villain was a lot more scarier in real life though.
"Girl. Get to the building." Ironhide gritted out. Turning around, I ran towards the white building that was just a a few more blocks ahead. In this area, the cars were still up and running so I almost ran headfirst into a yellow taxi.
"Fuck!" I jumped out of the way and landed awkwardly on my knee, scraping it up a bit.
"Give me that cube, girl." I paused and looked behind me before sprinting full speed ahead again. Motherfucking Megatron was on my ass. Finally arriving at the building, I hopped over the gate and made my way inside the creepy abandoned hellhole. The inside was huge with towering glass windows. A crash of glass told me that Megatron was in the building with me, and no way in hell was I about to turn around. "I smell you girl!"
Now that was just creepy. I ran into a smaller hallway that had stairs and took two at a time. The stairs ended on the second floor so I continued running to the other side of the building to find more stairs. Suddenly, the old building's floors exploded behind me to give way to Megatron's ugly ass self.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I pushed myself further until I hit another smaller hallway with stairs going as far as the eye can see. I don't know which was worse, Megatron or cardio. Once again I took the stairs two at a time before falling back to one, exhaustion was slowly making itself known.
Finally at the top floor, there was a fire escape that lead to the roof. Looking out at the city, I began to fully realize how high up I was. Gulping down my fear, I gripped the widow and pushed myself out onto the metal frame of the fire escape, it wobbled slightly at my weight and I mentally concluded that this building had been abandoned for years and there was no guarantee in the safety of this thing. An explosion shook the building, Megatron was close and I had to keep going. I lifted myself up the ladder and onto the roof.
Running across the roof, I went to the side where I could already see the blackhawk helicopter. With no time to waste, I took the flare from the backpack and set it off, waving it a bit for emphasis.
"Hey! Over here!" The chopper turned around and made its way torwards the building, and for a moment, I felt relieved. You know, till Starscream showed up on a building to shoot it down. "No! Fuck!" My hands were in my hair at this point, eyeing the devastating scene before me as the chopper fell to the ground.
People were in there, they had a family to go home to.
Everyone that died today, it was all because of this fucking cube. Did Jazz already die? I vaguely remembered the movie where he was torn apart by Megatron but I couldn't remember when it was. Anger flooded through me as I realized how irrelevant all of this was. My tattoo was more or less a joke, and Transformers were just a childhood T.V show. Why was this happening, was this some kind of nightmare?!
An explosion from behind me stole my attention away from the helicopter crash. Turning around, Megatron clawed his way up onto the roof. I gripped the bag tightly as I backed towards the edge. "Is it fear or courage that compels you fleshling?"
"Mostly fear." I admitted, continuing my steps backwards. He was massive, taller by far than any of the other bots. Dark grey armor-like structures covered his body and his face was absolutely terrifying. Red optics glared down upon me like I was some kind of disgusting stain.
"How strange." He stopped advancing and his gaze changed from disgusted to one of curiosity. "Human on the outside but Cybertronian on the inside. Tell me creature, how long have you been trapped here on Earth?"
"Excuse me?" I blanched, fear still present but the need to be sassy overpowered it "Is this about the tattoo again because I promise you i'm no autobot."
"And yet you bear their symbol."
"True." I couldn't argue with that. "But im not Cybertronian, i'm one hundred percent human."
"Oh, but I beg to differ." He practically pured before continuing his advance. "Although I have no need for medical scanners, my sensors can tell that you have a spark as well as basic functional systems every bot needs for life. Like a sparkling."
"I am no child." I narrowed my eyes dangerously at the accusation. I stopped moving realizing one more step and I'd fall off. Maybe if I jumped I'd wake up from this nightmarish hell.
"Of course not." He chuckled and I felt a chill run down my spine. At this point he was a few feet away from me and could have grabbed me if he wanted to. "I'll tell you what, hand over the allspark and you'll get to live as my pet."
"Yeah, no fuck it i'm done." and with that, I jumped to my death.
..
Well, I guess into another robot's hands. Fear filled me as I realized it could be Megatron's so I struggled to get free.
"Easy, now." A deep voice called from above me. I looked up and saw the iconic face of Optimus Prime. "And hold onto the cube." He then proceeded to jump down, using his sword as a stake in the buildings to ease the fall. I clung to him for my dear life as I once again realized how high up we were. After this I better not be afraid of heights. Megatron was right above us and began shooting causing Optimus to lose his grip and fall. Once again, I was in complete darkness as we plummeted to the ground, this time I screamed the whole way.
Unlike when I was with Ratchet, the shock from the fall had me gasping and I felt the hands around me tightened to a bone popping pressure. I cried out and slowly the hands were removed. Optimus was laying on the ground peering at me with his bright blue optics.
"Are you okay?"
"I should be asking you that."
"I think im fine." I blinked, getting up off his hand and onto the pavement. "Y-yeah, im good."
"You risked your life to protect the cube."
"I got drafted."
"If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it"
"Okay cool. Sounds like a plan."
"Get behind me." And I did just that. Eyeing the other bot getting up of the pavement as well "Its you and me Megatron."
"No, it's just me, Prime!" And the fighting began. I dove into an indent in the ground before climbing back out when Megatron was thrown there. He was on top of me as Optimus attempted to drag him off. He began speaking something in a language I didn't understand, a series of whirs and clicks that sounded rough and aggressive before one word in English hit my ears 'Allspark.' I gripped the bag and remembered what Sam did to save Optimus.
"You want it so bad?" I asked before grabbing the cube.
"Girl." Optimus shouted. "Do not!"
"Then take it!" I shoved it into his chest which fizzled out satisfactorily. The energy caused Megatron's system's to short circuit out and he screamed in agony, a sound almost too loud to bear. He fell over, gripping his chest and for a second I felt regret. I didn't want to hurt anyone. Even if they are evil. I mean sure, I can talk a lot of shit but when it comes down to it I don't fight, it's not my style.
The only thing left in my hands after the cube disintegrated were a few allspark shards, which I quickly shoved into the pocket of my jeans. Optimus stood up then, and walked over to the fallen Decepticon leader.
"You left me no choice brother." He sighed. I took a few steps back as I saw Lennox, Epps and a few other soldiers make their way over, as well as Ratchet and Ironhide.
"Girl, I owe you my life." Optimus stated gently as his attention turned o to me. "We are in your dept." The sound of an engine caused me to look over at the approaching tow-truck. Parking, Sam and Mikayla got out to take in the scene. Bee waved in our direction.
"Wait, so let me get this straight." I said to Sam who perked up at my attention. "You made me go, and you didn't even get yourself somewhere safe?" He shrugged awkwardly and I felt the need to hit something. "Well, it's been real, but I gotta go."
"You will do no such thing." Ratchet stated as he took a few steps in my direction.
"Bitch watch me." The soldiers including all the autobots seemed to take in a breath at the sudden disrespect to the medical officer and Bee let out a short radio transmission of a girl saying 'Oh no she didn't!' From what I remembered, Ratchet didn't take shit from anybody and wouldn't hesitate to launch a wrench in your direction if you stepped out of line, but I was so tired of this entirely unrealistic situation that all I wanted to do was find my friends and get the hell out of here.
Fuck, were my friends okay?!
"You watch your tone, youngling." The medic ordered darkly.
"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about it?" I taunted back. He was an autobot after all, I was in perfectly safe hands compared to the danger I had just faced. Ratchet took another few steps before he was cut off by Optimus.
"Enough the both of you." he ordered and for a moment, I felt compelled to do so. There was something about the bot that made him incredibly authorative, and at this point in time I hated it. "Girl. What is your designation?"
"None of your fucking business." I snapped looking up at the leader of the Autobots before my bravado left me completely. His once towering position quickly lowered to come eye to optic and I suddenly felt the urge to flee. Before taking the chance however, he surprised me with a more gentle demeanor, almost as if he was talking sternly yet calmly with a child throwing a temper tantrum.
"I apologize, We have not met yet. I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots."
"I know who you are." I stated.
"Can I ask how?"
"Nah."
"'Nah?'" The word sounded completely ridiculous coming out of his mouth. "I do not understand what 'nah' means." I was about to respond with something sarcastic before I was cut off by Ironhide.
"Prime, we couldn't save him." My gaze moved over to the large grey bot and I quickly realized that he was holding Jazz. He was completely torn into two and for a moment i felt like I was going to be sick. It was a gruesome sight.
"Jazz.." Optimus stood up then, back to his full height and took his fallen second in command into his arms. For a moment he was silent, as were we all. Guilty I looked down. I was here before he died. I knew he was going to die, and yet I didn't even warn him. I should've done something. "We lost a great comrade, but gained new ones. Thank you, all of you. You honor us with your bravery."
"Permission to speak sir." A softer voice than the others, but deep all the same. I turned to Bee in surprise before I remembered that for some odd reason, Michael Bay made him mute for the rest of the movies with literally no explanation.
"Permission granted old friend." Optimus gently placed the remains of Jazz onto a tarp laid out by a few of the soldiers.
"Oh, okay so you can speak now?" Sam spoke up as he looked at Bee in bewilderment.
"I wish to stay with the boy.
"If that is his choice." He nodded at Sam, who looked at Mikayla.
"Yes." He said after a moment, turning back the Bee.
"Back to the matter at hand." Optimus turned back to me. "I require your designation. Your name if you will."
"It's Jemma. Jemma Lynne. Can I leave now?"
"I'm afraid not, for your own protection you must come with us in case any decepticon tries to neutralize your threat."
"What? Why would a decepticon come after me?!"
"You have no cloaking mechanism. Your signal can be traced for miles, its amazing how none of us found you earlier." Ratchet spoke up bitterly and I rolled my eyes.
"Wait, so that girl ain't human?" Epps asked eying me like I was some kind of freak show.
"I am human." I told him before gesturing to my tattoo. "They just think i'm a robot because of this."
"Jemma Lynne." Optimus's tone although still retaining the gentleness from before, took on a more serious note. "I can assure you that you are far from Human, and not because of the ink embedded in your skin." Fear hit me before being washed away with denial. I was human. I remembered breaking an arm and going to the hospital for X-rays of my bones. I remembered when I had anemia for bleeding too much on my periods, I remembered getting bloodwork done for an involuntary drug test the youth home made us all take when one of us were suspected of dealing. How dare he try to tell me I was not a human.
I began walking away at this point, mind too tired to argue about my species, especially not with fictional characters. Ironhide quickly stepped in front of me.
"Not happening."
Giving him a look, I quickly turned on my heel before sprinting towards Optimus aiming for in between his legs, but the bot was too quick, crouching downwards quickly with servos outstretched. I was blocked at all sides, and quickly began to feel like a cornered animal.
"Listen uh, Jemma." Sam spoke up from his place by Bee and the tow-truck. "Nobody's gonna hurt you. These are the good guys."
"Then let me go." I said more to Optimus than anyone else. Eyes trained onto his optics, almost pleading him to release me. Memories of imprisonment trickled back in my head like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. White floors and white walls with no furniture or windows. My head spun at the painfully bright image.
"Relax kid." Lennox raised his arms. "Your safe but even if the big guy decides to release you, you still need to come with us for debriefing. As does Sam and Mikayla." He nodded at the teens who looked a bit disappointed. Ironhide at the back, Optimus at the front, Lennox to my left and Ratchet to my right. All looking ready to grab my ass the second I make a move. My gaze shifted to Jazz, laying limp a few feet away from me.
When I was a kid, he was my favorite autobot. I always thought he was so cool with his ninja-like style and laid back attitude. Part of the reason why I was so psyched up for the movies was so that I could see the second lieutenant on the big screen. Michael Bay had other plans however. I walked over to the body to get a better look and Ratchet mistook it as steps towards him. He began to close in before I raised a hand.
"Hold on a second.." Jazz was known for being creative and a master of improv. I needed to get out of here but I was surrounded at all sides. What would he do? He would make some kind of distraction probably, but what's a big enough distraction to catch them all off guard.
Oh.
Ooh.
My mind raced at this new idea as I took the allspark sliver from my jean pocket. In the second transformers, the decepticons resurrected Megatron by using it, so could I essentially resurrect Jazz?
Oh, This better work.
In a quick motion, I jammed the remains of the allspark into Jazz's chest. A series of yells caught me off guard and I hoped they wouldn't try to shoot me off the body. Instead of fizzling out it just simply phased into his chest, creating a warm buzzlike vibration. Next thing I knew I was surrounded by an electric blue explosive light, causing me to jump off the bot and look on in a mixture of wonder and fear as the two parts of his body began to merge together via the blue light.
"Woah woah woah!" Lennox yelled over the hiss of metal on metal. "What did you do?!"
"Everyone stand back!" Ratchet closed the space between the two of us and I flinched awaiting the inevitable capture, before he dropped to his knees by Jazz, holding the body down as it began twitching violently. "By Primus, there's a spark signal!"
Fueled by pure instinct, I sprinted through the new opening, made my way down the street and turned the corner. The sounds of Lennox, Epps and a few other soldiers echoing in the distance.
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