Disclaimer: Use common sense. Could I really own any of this?
Rating: T
Warnings: OOC, AU, slash, cursing
Universe: Four years post the 2007 movie, with some RotF but not following the actual movie plot.
Prologue: The End
Samuel James Witwicky couldn't believe he was doing this. It was against everything he had been taught growing up. Hell, it was against the freaking law! But there was no other way. The twenty year old man took a deep breath, reaching for his bag. Sam closed his eyes as he took out the knife. He felt sick. But he had to do it.
Mikaela Banes walked into her and Sam's house after a hard day at her car repair shop. "Sam?" the black haired girl called out. There was no response. Mikaela frowned, Sam was always home at this time. There was something wrong.
Mikaela's heart pounded as she walked through the house. Soon all that was left... was their room. Mikaela took a deep, shaky breath, and pushed open the door. She peered in...
...And screamed.
Sam was lying on their bed... dead. He had a knife in his heart, and was sprawled in an unnatural position. Mikaela fell to her knees and vomited. All the while repeating his name.
"Sam... Sam... Sam..."
Outside the house, a large figure watched silently.
Tan armor reflected twilight's glow, blue optics holding deep sorrow. A black and white figure and a yellow and black figure stepped on either side of the mech.
"Come on. The human authorities will be here soon" the back and white one spoke.
The tan one nodded silently. They all transformed – the black and white one becoming a Mustang, the yellow and black one becoming a Camaro, and the tan one becoming a Toyota Supra. They sped off into the approaching night.