This is a round robin (story that goes back and forth between two people in which one person writes a paragraph, or entry, and sends it to the next, the next person writing a paragraph based off the previous paragraph or a completely unrelated one (depends on person) and sending it back) between my friend Armadillo (nicknamed for safety and she likes armadillos) and myself, Foxx, who is posting this. We sincerely hope you enjoy reading this! I will try to post pictures for the characters on my home page. Any likeness or resemblence to actual people (or the pictures being from a different game/anime/show/etc) is purely accidental. Any kinds of reviews are welcome, flames, ideas, etc. We enjoy hearing from you the readers! Anyway, on with the story!
Armadillo: KOOONIIICHHIII WAAAA, PEOPLE!
Foxx::Sweatdrops:: Japanese for hello.
Armadillo: Who are we talking to exactly?
Foxx: The audience, honey...the audience. - -'
Armadillo: Oh ::looks blank for a few moments then looks at Foxx with concern:: You're letting them read our round robin?
Foxx:::nods slowly::
Armadillo: Oh... :::falls over twitching and foaming at the mouth when Optimus walks in::
Optimus Prime: Is she gonna be okay?
Foxx: Since when have any of us been okay ::kicks friend in the side gently:: Hey, dumbass, get up.
Armadillo::still foaming and twitching at the mouth::
Foxx: - -' Okay, fine, I'll have Hotshot introduce the chapter.
Hotshot: Huh? Oh... ::holds up sign::
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"Hey, Nevaeh, stop being such a stuck-up little bitch!" The girl stared off numbly as some of the school-yard jerks pushed her violently around until she fell to the ground, slowly pushing herself up. One yanked her bag away and her eyes widened. "Whoa, look, it's a picture of some faggot!" Jason–the gangleader–held up a silver frame of a handsome man in Marine uniform. Dad... give him back... Dad...! She stared at the dirt, though, unmoving as tears came to her eyes. "I think I'll go throw this piece of crap into the dumpster. Beat the snot out of this bitch if she moves." Off he went. DADDY...!!
"I think not, Jason," Trisha, Daleton High School's very own rebel, said, taking the picture out of the boy's hands before swinging around, foot planting into the side of his face and sending him to the ground. "Get out of here, leave this kid alone." She picked up the discarded backpack and held both out to the girl. "They have no right to treat people like that. Stupid pricks." rolling her eyes, she sat there, waiting for the girl to take the proffered items.
Jason sat up, spitting out some blood and rubbing his cheek and snarling, "Damn you... don't think I'll forget this, you goddamn cunt!" He was already running as fast as he could as his bitches–err, friends–raced after to protect his flank. Silently, Jade reached up, not lifting her head, and took the picture frame, hugging it to her chest silently before standing, taking the bag, before she reached out and offered a five dollar bill, as if as a silent condolence for the trouble.
"..." Trish remained wisely silent when Jason uttered his death words then cocked an eyebrow at the girl. "Nah, keep it. It's entirely unnecessary. Come on, let me get you lunch–you look like you could use it. You're the new kid, right? Jade Nevaeh, right?" she asked, walking past the girl before looking back. She'd seen the roster of new students when she was in Mill's office getting her ass chewed for fighting–again.
Jade didn't look up, only shaking her head and turning, starting to walk away. Don't bother. Don't get close. Don't come near me... ...But what if... why would she... die? I don't think she would–but what if there was a car accident or she fell down the stairs and snapped her neck or... stop even trying to think of ways to excuse it. The point is you can't have friends. They only get hurt.
The girl's behavior was puzzling to say the least but Trish simply shook her head, thinking it was the effect of word spreading rather quickly through the school about her 'bad girl' persona. Sighing, she walked right past the cafeteria to her next class–Geography. Wonderful...Tryon still wanted to cut her tongue out for her smart aleck remark about the Geography globes and Mr. Carlson, the janitor. Quite frankly, the dude had had it out for her since Freshman year just because of the prank her brother pulled on him when he was in high school. Payback was definitely a dish best served to multiple targets.
Coming out of nowhere, Jade suddenly hooked a finger around one of Trish's to gain her attention, eyes still locked on the ground as she tugged her sleeve. "...I don't want to go to this class. The teacher tried to take Dad away." She choked on the last sentence and looked up at Trish beggingly, before realizing she'd made eye contact and quickly turned away, hugging the frame tightly.
A little more than confused but worried at the same time, Trish nodded, taking one look at the teacher's sign outside the door Jade had seemingly come from. "Tryon...yeah. I'm actually trying to avoid him too. Come on, I'll take ya to lunch." she gestured to the door, tugging the girl along gently by the sleeve. Or what she'd managed to grab of the sleeve, anyway.
"You're Trisha Allen, aren't you? People say bad stuff about you. But... I don't mind. People say bad stuff about me, too. So I know they lie. ...You're not going to die, are you?" She asked suddenly, eyes locking onto Trish's in alarm and horror.
"...N-No...I don't think so, anyway. Look, if it'll make you feel better, we'll walk to Bertie's Café, okay? It's not too far from here. Are you okay?" Trish looked worriedly at the girl, shaking her head slightly before hitching the tan knapsack she carried on her shoulder again. "Yeah...People do lie." she turned her gaze away from the girl momentarily, a cold expression crossing them before it disappeared. "Best not to listen to them, right? Where'd you move from, anyway?"
"...Alaska. We had this really nice house there that Dad designed and built–he wanted to be an architect after retired–but then Dad recently died and Mom didn't want to stay in that house. She said it hurt too much to stay. So I'm sorry if I seem freaky, but... I'm still trying to get over Dad's death–I guess I'm just a bit paranoid. So, how old are you?"
"'Salright," Trish said, nodding. "You're lucky you got to know your dad. You really loved him, I suppose. Mine ran off when I was 5, stupid asshole. I'm 17. How old are you?" they crossed the street and into the square, right across from a quaint little shop with a fading paint sign with the words 'Bertie's Café' in bold bright blue print on the wall above the door and front windows.
"I'm four!" Jade said, smiling for the first time. Seeing the confused look and raised eyebrow, she paused. "I was born on leap year." she explained, "Dad always told me I was special and 'not to act your age'." She laughed cheerfully, then paused, "...Is it really right for me to be happy right now...? Ruby and Talc are still expecting Dad to come home–they open the door every day expecting to see him–hah, but oh, well. I guess he would've hated me like this. Just... don't tell anyone." She grinned faintly.
"Sounds like my brother," Trish commented with a small laugh herself at the age comment. She nodded knowingly when the girl said not to tell anyone, "My lips are sealed," she said, smiling back at her before looking both ways and crossing the street to the shop. The interior of the building was as quaint as the outside, cozy tables for two set on the scratched hardwood floors and several booths nostalgic of the sixties set along two of the far walls. An aging woman with silver gray hair perched on a stool behind the long bar, seemingly asleep. "Afternoon, Michelle," Trish said, the woman snapping to attention with something akin to a pig's snort as she wiped drool from her chin. "Trish! What're you doing out this early? Skippin' again?" "Two words–Tryon's Class." This seemed to answer the woman's question as she nodded and looked over the both of them. "Brought a new friend, I see."
"Good evening, ma'am. Jade Nevaeh, at your service." Jade pulled into a crisp, perfect Marine salute, then relaxed, smiling and ignoring Trish's weird look. Suddenly she paused, looking at a car dealership across the street, "...Wanna go there, next?" She asked, pointing slightly, "Mom said I need a car."
"Okay, relax, soldier, you don't have to be so formal around us. Yeah, sure we can go there next. I have to get a new wheel for my bike, anyway. Wouldn't hurt to take a look at the newest they've got, either." Trish inwardly smirked, this was going to be a great day. She could stop by her favorite shop in town to eat-Bertie's-and go to the car dealership–her home away from home–after that. Man, this kid was gonna be a wonderful friend.
"Then, naturally, after I look at the cars I'm gonna have to tune into that new anime that's gonna start showing tonight." Jade added. Things just got even better, Trish decided. "Haha–but I'd probably bore you with anime, wouldn't I? ...Hm. What to try–what's good here?" Jade asked.
"Kid, I have a feeling this is the beginning of a long and very good relationship," Trish said, smiling as she looked up at the menu. "Hmm...the cheeseburgers aren't too bad but I prefer the chicken myself. PB & J's pretty good too." she smirked at Michelle, who stuck her tongue out at the teen, causing her to burst out laughing. "Don't listen to her," Michelle said, scowling, "Anything ya like, hun, I'll do my best to make it good."
"Oooh–you have curley fries... Curly-fries, please, ma'am!" was the perky reply–so far, Jade liked Trish and Jade liked Michelle. Screw all those other bastards.
"Curly-fries, and the norm, Trish?" Michelle asked, getting up off her stool as Trish's laughter finally seceded a little. She nodded, walking to a small booth at the back of the room. This was her normal booth–the one she almost always sat in when she came to Bertie's. "That anime's at 7, right? The one about the asnine elf dude with weird hair and his bright orange talking cat, right? That looked funny." Trish laughed, falling into one side of the booth as the ancient material made a funny noise like someone farting.
In roughly an hour of talking about anime, laughing at Michelle's cussing, and all sorts of chaos later, Jade was going through the old broken down cars, investigating them and mumbling to herself, such as "Ford–crappy–this one's engine is PATOOHY..." She turned to Steve, the balding fat guy in the work apron sitting there, "You got anything... abnormal?" She waved a hundred dollar bill around innocently. "Well–there was this one truck–but I don't think you want some weird semi. It was found completely trashed and broken down in the middle of the mountains nearby." He said. "Did it come with a trailer?" She asked. "Yes–" Two hundred dollars wagged, "Oh, my, what if I accidentally drop two hundred more dollars down with the payment? Oh, dear–show me the truck." She got an evil look, fingers steepled. "...Right this way." he pocketed the bribe.
Trish cocked an eyebrow at Jade's rather peculiar antics but let out a laugh, turning to the dark haired older man wearing mechanic's rags that was watching with her. "Mike, I'm gonna leave my stuff here, kay?" she asked, dropping the bike wheel and her knapsack by one of the tool boxes laying around. Mike nodded, laughing as he went back to work on a yellow sports car he'd been working on for close to a week now. "Strange workings," Mike commented, pointing to the car as Trish laughed, jogging after Jade and the fat guy known by normal folk as Steve but to people that knew him "Fatso". (Blurr would more than likely call him 'the Fat One' but SHHH, we haven't met him yet).
"Whoa, this thing's HUGE." Jade noted, blinking at the semi. The body and paint-job were fairly descent but when she popped open the hood and looked under the carriage. "Phew–this baby'll need some work to get going again." She noted, running her hands over the curve of the hood, "...SOLD!!" She said cheerfully. Hehehe, mom's gonna SHIT.
"Trisha Anna Marie Allen, what in the HELL are you doin' out of school?" rang through the body shop, Trish stopping and turning from inspecting the semi with Jade and Fatso. Her brother, Adrian, sat there, hand on his hip as he looked down at her darkly through his sunglasses. Several tense seconds past then Trish broke out in a smile as he said, "Meh, that's my girl." he walked over, wrapping an arm around her neck as she protested, giving her a noogie before releasing her, she smacking him with a scowl before fixing her hair. "What the hell are you doing here, anyway?" she shot back at him. "Picking up my new car that you aren't going to touch," he said, walking up to the semi before flicking his sunglasses down on his nose to inspect the engine. "Needs some work. You a friend of Trish's?" Trish nodded. "Heh, we can fix it. Right Trish?" Trish rolled her eyes. "You're an airhead, Adrian."
"No need." Jade rolled up her sleeves and crawled up, her lower half dangling from under the hood, "Both my grandparents on my dad's side were truck drivers–met at a barfight in South Carolina, hehehe. I grew up around semis." Jade said, throwing back a hand, "Monkey wrench–hold the monkey!
--Two weeks later--
"Finished as far as I can tell–WHY DON'T YOU WORK!?" Jade asked herself irately, glaring at the semi–she'd done everything she could think of to do, but it wouldn't start! Ugh...! This was irritating! She went to kick the wheel before something stopped her and paused–she... she couldn't bring herself to kick it! What the hell! This was a TRUCK, not a person, so she shouldn't feel guilty. She checked the ignition again, tried to start it–nothing. She paused, staring at the strange symbol that was in several places. Some cheap-wad car dealership brand that was unheard of in today's world? ...Probably. She reaching out and spun the coin-like thing on the wheel, sighing.
"Maybe it needs gas," Adrian threw out, leaning against the fence post outside their hangout place. Trish growled, wheeling out from under the truck. "It's FULL," Jade growled at him, Trish chucking a wrench back at her tool box. "Damn thing...there's nothing I can find wrong with it down below. The brakes look fine, everything checks out...so why the bloody hell won't you work?" she asked, standing with her hands on her hips, greasy rag dangling from the back pocket of her work overall shorts. It was summer weather, leading to shorts and tank tops and warm weather clothes, and sweating profusely after dinking with a tempermental semi that simply refused to work. "GRR...I'm beginning to think this was a waste of money, Jade," she said quietly, tossing the rag back on the pile with the others. Her brother, leaning against the post, was completely clean.
"There HAS to be something we missed!" Jade put a hand on the grill–which suddenly pushed out with a hiss as steam came out–she fell over with a yelp as it lowered, revealing a strange golden panel with a rainbow of shimmering lights surrounding a blue jewel. "...Wow, now that's some shiznit bling." She blinked. She reached out and pulled it out, looking at it curiously, "Wonder what this is–this is new." She shrugged and put it aside, grabbing the closest tools and starting to remove the panel behind it, pulling it off, "WEIRD!! There's this giant glowing ball of light, come check it out!!"
"What the fuck...?" Trish said, stepping forward and looking at the light. "Adrian...you might wanna see this..." she called, the older man stepping forward, looking over her shoulder before his mouth dropped to the floor. "What the hell...?" he commented, all three blinking in confusion. "O-okay...I'm officially freaked out. Did you figure out what was wrong with your car, A?" Trish asked, walking back to Adrian's yellow sports car which had simply refused to start working as well. "No...I don't know what the hell's wrong with it. Stupid thing...almost as tempermental as that bastard," he said, pointing to the semi behind him. In that instant, it suddenly roared to life, his eyes going wide before he looked back at it. "Holy shit...whad I do?" "Nothin, I thought..." Trish blinked, poking around the yellow car again. "Weird..."
Jade, meanwhile, had crawled in almost to the light, only her legs sticking out as she used her most delicate tools. "This thing... seems out of place... maybe if I stick it back in..." She told herself, gently pushing it into place before crawling out and replacing everything. She tried the ignition again–nothing. "Ugh..." She began walking away when the sound of an engine revving weakly sounded and she turned. The lights flickered weakly and then went out. Jade was reminded–freakishly–of someone fighting to wake up after having been asleep for a long time. "...This is getting WEIRD." She noted.
Trish clambered into the driver's seat, much to the protests of Adrian, who started for her, reaching for the key. However, before her hand had gotten so much as an inch away from it, the car squealed, peeling out of the driveway and down the gravel road, the door slamming shut as Trish screamed, Adrian racing after her for a good quarter of the way down the driveway before watching with a confused and rather terrified expression. "She's gonna kill it...just like all the other ones...okay, where'd she put those keys..." he went after her knapsack, looking for the keys to her motorcycle. However, the keys were in her pocket, where she'd thoughtfully stowed them before this car decided to come alive of its own accord and kidnap her.
Jade slowly approached again, looking ready to dive behind the closest tree (oblivious to the other situation nearby . ') as the headlights flashed again. "...Who the hell are you?!" She asked, expecting some creep to come barreling out with a gun, trying to look fierce and unshaken. Her reply–the truck CHANGED and STOOD UP. "...I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots!" rang out. Jade gaped, stared, and promptly turned to stare at the closest tree, expecting it to get up and start dancing. "...That's it. I-I... I'm off sugar." She told herself, smacking her face, before she looked back, "...WHAT ANIME DID YOU POP OUTTA?!" She asked. "...Anime?" was the confused reply. "ADRIAN!! OMIGOD!! THE SEMI TURNED INTO A GIANT-ASS ROBOT!! TRISH!!" She screamed suddenly, and Optimus flailed his hands in alarm, "Wait, wait–don't–" Too late.
Adrian, hearing the younger teenager's screams, looked up, blinking at where the semi had been then to where the large oversized robot thing stood now. He looked over at the fence, blinking before walking over and leaning over it, counting how many beer cans littered the ground. 2–and 1 of them had been Trish's. "Okay...TRISH! what the HELL'D you DO to me THIS time?!" he yelled, not expecting her to answer as she'd run off with his brand new car. Well, that was, until she was sent flying into him as the car screeched to a halt, the seat ejecting her screaming form from the car before it too transformed. "Optimus!"
"...OH MY FUCKING GOD, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM!! ...Adrian, my giant-ass robot is SO much cooler than YOUR giant-ass robot." Jade added after a moment, smirking in his direction, "Not to mention so... yellow and... chipper."
"..." Adrian looked at the two of them then back at the beer cans. "Okay, did I like get oober drunk before coming out here or what?" Trish, who had stopped screaming finally, was in all out laughter on the ground beside him. "HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME!!! I wanna do it AGAIN! DUDE!!! AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!!!" she cackled maniacally, as though she were a monkey on crack.
"...Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that." Hotshot rubbed the back of his head, "The name's Hotshot. I'm an AutoBot serving under Optimus. How'd we... get here...?" He asked. "...Well, apparently some guys found you trashed nearby–you weren't working at all–and then Adrian bought you and I bought the big lug over there and we... repaired you." Jade shrugged, "I'm Jade Nevaeh–this is my best friend Trisha Allen and her older brother Adrian." She seemed a little lost, "Commander–so you're like military?" She asked–nod. Immediately Jade pulled into a sudden, crisp salute, "Sir, my apologies, sir! Had I known I would have shown my respect earlier, sir!" She announced. "...At ease, soldier." Optimus' left optic narrowed, as if he was raising an eyebrow, and she relaxed, hands clasping behind her back.
"I still swear I'm drunk..." Adrian commented with a sigh, lugging Trish, who was foaming and drooling at the mouth from the speed rush (she's a speed demon, what can I say?) and smacked her upside the head, knocking some sense back into her finally. "So...you're some hot shot commander and his lackey, right?" Adrian finally said, Trish staring up at the two in complete awe. "Oh my god...Salem...did you put kitty litter in my tea again this morning?!" she called to the black cat perched on one of the fence post. It meowed, leaping down off the post and sauntering to the two Transformers, twining around their legs and purring contentedly. "Strange cat, I swear..."
"...Adrian, show your respect or I will personally make you scrub the block–ah, I sound like my father! I'm becoming my father! ...I was so busy trying not to be like my mom I didn't see this coming!" Jade grabbed her face. "Whatever you say, short-shit." Adrian said dryly–then shut up as she drew to her full height–which was about roughly two heads shorter than him, and about a head and a half taller than Trish. "I'm not short, I'm vertically challenged–and that means I can do THIS!!" She lashed out and punched him in the nuts, "Hook, line, and sinker." She dusted her hands off as he let out a strange high-pitched noise and crumpled to the ground. "...I love you." Trish said blandly. Optimus and Hotshot exchanged looks–Hotshot's optic twitched. "W-Well, thanks for the repairs, b-but we gotta go meet up with the others–" He began, before Jade hit him in the leg with a monkey wrench. "OW!! OWOWOWOW!! What was that for?!" he yelled. "Don't judge a person by their straightjacket, damn it! I'm only acting like this because Trish brought Oreo pie and I ate over three fourths!!" She pointed. "You still didn't have to hit me!" Hotshot yelled. "CHILDREN!" Trish exclaimed only to be completely ignored by the arguing pair. "I can't help it if you practically say HIT ME and have a 'my other car is your mom' bumper sticker on your ass!" Jade pointed. Hotshot turned to look–and, indeed, it was true. "...Oh brother." His optics went flat.
Taking one look at the bumper then casting a dark gaze down at her brother, Trish said in a deathly grave voice "I sooooo disown you." Then she turned back to Hotshot. "Okay, you, big car guy that suddenly kidnapped me out of god only knows what reason. Who are you and why are you here? And he-ell no you're not going to be going ANYWHERE if I can't help it because god-damn it I spent 2 god-damn weeks working on your ass so by dod I'm sure as hell gonna get your help whether you want to or not!" she said in a demanding tone. Hotshot blinked, looking down at her then up to Optimus. "You're kidding, right?" he asked, looking back down at her. "No, I am NOT by fucking dod kidding you! I need your ass to race in the upcoming street finals. It won't be for pinks, though I highly doubt if it was that you'd really care–you'd run off anyway–but you've got speed and that's what I need for the race." Adrian, recovered from his plight(well, mostly anyway), sat up and blanched. "Hell no. You're not racing again."
"...Hahaha, I'll start selling custom t-shirts for the Yellow Mouse! Hahahaha! I like it, it's like CHA-CHA-CHIIIIIING. It's pretty much saying 'LIGHTNING FAST, HWUAH..." Jade said, then shrugged, "Note to self, stay off sugar." She said. "Yeaah..." Trish said. "Go ahead, Hotshot–it does seem to be that we owe these kids–" Optimus began. A nerve twitched in Jade's forehead and her eyebrow followed suit as she turned to look at him, "...What the FUCK did you just call us?" She asked. "Kids?" was the confused reply. "Listen here, buddy, if I was a KID, I'd still be running around in the school playground going 'mommy, look at me! Gimme my lollipop! Ef you, bitch!' with band-aids on my knees as I burned all things pink that my relatives bought me while poking frogs to death with sticks! AM! I! DOING! ANY! OF! THAT! SIR?!" Jade yelled. "No, ma'am." Optimus said. "Now that we're on the same wavelength–just call Trish and me teenagers and we'll call it even. Adrian–I don't give a fuck what you call HIM." She waved a hand and ignored the glare in protest.
"And you gave a shit before?" Trish commented dryly, Adrian standing and putting himself between her and Hotshot. "You're not racing and that's final," he ground out, she glaring at him. "You're not my master," she hissed, Salem clawing his way up to her shoulders and hissing at him as well. "I didn't say that, Mouse, but you're not racing. You remember what happened last time you raced?" The others looked curiously at the two of them, Trish and Adrian staring each other down. Things had gotten deathly serious in the span of a few short minutes. "No? You were in the hospital for 3 months, 2 weeks fighting for your life and another 9 in the critical care unit! I'm not letting you race, not again. We've already lost Mom, I'm not gonna lose you too." Trish spun around, Salem calming some as she walked back towards the fence post. "I'm not Mom." with that, she walked back to the barn settled on their hideaway grounds.
"...SOO, anybody up for a wax job? You look a little scuffed from where I hit you with that wrench."
"Hey, Trish, I talked to Adrian and he said you couldn't race me." Hotshot scratched his temple later that day as Optimus was in semi mode as Jade was cussing and trying to buff out a scratch on his door, "I think I understand what he's getting at–nearly losing someone." He said. "Yadda-yadda. Soap opera fluff. If she can't race YOU, don't you have someone else she can race with? Her pride's on the line, here." Jade snapped irately as she looked over her shoulder. "Well..." Hotshot hesitated. "I don't know if it would be a good idea, considering the fuss." Optimus said. "Sir, would you or your men crash and hurt girls like Trish?" Jade somehow miraculously kept a straight face. "No–we would DEFINITELY let no harm come to ANY humans–" Optimus began. "There you go! So if it's one of your men and it can't be Hotshot, we're set. Besides–what Adrian don't know won't hurt him. I hate to say it, but I've got a plan up my sleeve..." She steepled her fingers, smirking.
"No, I can find my own car. It's no big deal. Hell, I'm sure they'd let me race Genesis if I had no other vehicle." Genesis was her motorcycle, thoughtfully named when she'd bought it after the video game character from Dirge of Cerberus. She was going to name it Weiss but Adrian stopped her there. "Do I really want to know what you're planning?" she asked, sticking a spoonful of Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream in her mouth and blinking at her friend from where she perched on the outdoor bar.
"The race is here in Daleton tomorrow, right...? I thought so. I'll just see what I can do." Optimus said.
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Jade barreled out of Optimus and ran to Adrian, huffing and looking mortified, jelly splattered on her face and clothes to look like blood, "Adrian! Adrian, quick! I-It's horrible! We ignored you and went to the race in Riverdale City and it was doing great until some jackass blindsided the car and... and..." She turned pale, eyes wide. After ten minutes of freaking out and for the details, Adrian lunged into Hotshot and sped away. "Heheh... Sucker." Jade pulled off the dirty shirt to reveal a clean tank top underneath. "You've got no shame." Optimus said. "NOPE. You got your end ready?" She asked, walking up to the empty house that Trish was waiting in. "Yes–I see him coming." Optimus said. Jade knocked, "Your chariot has arrived, milady. Optimus has personally chosen for you... SIR BLURR!! ...Hey, I rhymed, what a crime. AH, I'm a poet, who'd a known it?! Hahaha–come on!" She pulled her out to the silver vehicle. "Optimus, do I HAVE to do this?" Blurr growled. "I owe the girls–just do this and it'll be over with. Besides–it was either you or Sideswipe, and I didn't want you to think Sideswipe was faster." Jade could almost imagine the ego twinging. "...You made the right choice, sir." He said. "Careful–he gets a bad case of road rage." Optimus said in a low tone to Trish, "and he's a little... faster than you'd think." he said. "You mean... medium speeds of 120 MPH?!" Jade asked eagerly. "What an insult. 160 MPH." Blur snapped. "...Oh dear god. We're so screwed." Trish said. "Are you kidding!? Just sit back and watch the blurs that USED to be the competition fly by!" Jade said cheerfully.
Crawling into the driver's side, Trish looked out the window at her friends, mumbled a quick thank you, and grabbed the steering wheel. "Okay, two rules. One, I'm in control. If you think I'm gonna wreck, you can take over but until that happens, and it won't, I'm in charge. Two, no talking, changing or going FASTER than 200–if we do, they'll think I did something to rig the races, right? Okay, let's just hope you're as fast as they say..." she mumbled, stepping on the gas and cruising to the race sight. "We'll see about that," Blurr growled low, not used to feeling someone messing with his controls.
At the race sight, the other racers looked up as Jade jumped down out of Optimus' cab. "Nice wheels, MUTE BITCH." Jason sneered. Jade's eyebrows rose as she paused, "What, you jealous that I've got a bigger truck than your little midget car? Hahaha." She said–he gaped. "That's right–I CAN TALK. I just don't talk to people I don't like–but I've made a special exception for you." She got a saucy flirtacious little smile, "See you at the finish line when you get there. I'll be waiting." She said in a low tone, smirking faintly. And, like so many fool teenage boys, he smirked, reaching into his pocket to quickly flash a small package–her eyebrows rose. Hahaha–sucker, going right into the palm of my hand. REVENGE IS MINE.
Trish parked Blurr just off the starting line, patting the hood gently before circling around. "Now, be a good boy and put on a good show," she murmured under her breath, sitting on the hood waiting for the race to start. "You in this too, cunt?" Jason growled, getting up rather close to Trish. This proved to be a rather bad idea. Blurr revved the engine and moved toward the boy, he jumping back. "My car's protective of me. What can I say? Oh," she sauntered over, getting him close to one of the brick walls of the buildings lining the street they were to race down under the pretenses that she was going to make out with him. Quick as lightning, she grabbed him by the neck and rammed him into the wall, getting in his face as she spat, "Call me a cunt one more time and I will rip your balls off and feed them to you on ice cream, comprende?" she growled, Blurr trying not to laugh. "See you at the finish line," she said in a sickeningly sweet tone, releasing him and he fell to the floor, gasping for breath. "RACERS, TO YOUR POSITIONS!" "That's our cue, big guy," Trish said, climbing into the driver's side as Blurr headed towards the starting line. She pulled the sunglasses she wore on her head down over her eyes. "Don't let me down..."
Jade watched irately as some pretty-brat Barbie chick walked forward in a bikini, her eye twitching. "...And you called me shameless." She mumbled to Optimus, who only chuckled. "On your marks... get set..." The engines began to rev. "GO!!"
The flag fell, the four racers taking off like a bullet. 0 to 60 in two seconds flat was nothing for these guys. 0 to 80 in ONE second was NOTHING to Blurr. However, Trish's foot tapping the brake gently kept him in check, he keeping to just behind the first guy then, a mere 200 feet from the finish line, she slammed the accelerator, Blurr taking off like a bullet and zooming past the referees, going to the end of the street before skidding to a halt. "Holy shit..." Trish said, trying to catch her breath. "You are AWESOME!" she squealed, hugging the steering column. "Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!" "Yeah, yeah, just stop groping me!" Blurr growled, she smiling as she stepped out and cooly put the sunglasses back up onto her head. "Holy shit! That was AMAZING!" came a resounding chorus from the audience. "We DID it!" she squealed, hugging Jade when she found the two of them. "Thank you for allowing me to borrow him," Trish said to Optimus in a low voice so none could hear her but them.
"Ha–don't worry. The moment Blurr heard the words 'street racing' he was keen to go. I think you may have gotten him addicted to it." Optimus paused as Jade walked over towards an alley, waving, "...What's she–oh." He said, as Jason and his friend followed after. Jade turned in the alley. "I brought a friend. Hope you don't mind." Jason sneered. "Oh, no. Not at all. I made an exception for him, too." Jade smiled charmingly, reaching up and gripping her first button–before she paused. "Oh, but this is my first time... help?" She gave them that 'ooh, come on come get the virgin' look. They practically tackled her and she waited until some clothes were disappearing.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!!" rang out above the sirens as the police rushed towards the scene, the racers having already cleared out.
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"I can't believe you got them charged with 1st degree rape. That's funny," Trish commented, smirking as she took a sip of hot tea, setting the paper down on the table. They were in Adrian and Trish's apartment, preparing for another race. "That was good. Have to admit, couldn'tve done it better myself." Jade smirked, "I was gonna beat the living snot out of him but I thought that was better suited for the occasion," she said, grinning evilly. "He deserved it. God only knows how many times he's more than likely got away with it. Hey, Optimus, Blurr ready to go?" Trish called out the window. She and Blurr had quite the reputation as street racers now, 'The Silver Mouse' being one of the highlights of the races. It was amazing how well Blurr had taken to racing with her. "We gotta go in like ten."
"...This is the last one, though." Jade said sadly, scratching her temple. "Why's it the last one?" Trish asked. "Because Optimus has to return to the Autobots and Blurr and Hotshot have to go with him. You had a good run, Trish." Jade shrugged, sighing.
"Hey, works for me. He's the one that wanted to keep racing. I was perfectly fine going back to racing bikes with Genesis. Hm...gonna really miss him." She sighed, almost choking on her tea when Adrian came down. From the look on his face, he wasn't too happy–though, he hadn't been since Jade had tricked him that first race. "Morning bro," she managed to cough, setting the tea down on the table as she casually hid the racing brochure stating the race's location and time under her backpack. "Just getting ready for school, hehe. What's up?" she sensed there was something wrong. "Nothing, Trish. Just get to school." his tone was brisk, as though he were impatient. What crawled up his ass and died?
As the two girls hurriedly rushed through the door, Trish grabbing her knapsack before the peel of Blurr's tires greeted his ears, Adrian sighed, putting a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. Hotshot bleeped at him from the driveway, they agreeing that the Transformers couldn't talk or transform in the city for the simple fact that someone might spot them. "Be there in a minute," he called, picking up the flyer for the race he'd gotten from one of his clients. He worked at a local tattoo parlor in his free time to pay the rent--money was tight and he needed every opportunity he could take to make it--and one of his clients, a burly man that got a strange symbol tattooed on his shoulder, had given it to him. Damn it, Mouse, why do you do this? he thought to himself, getting up before tossing the brochure in the garbage as he walked out the door to deliver the packages his boss had given him.
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The next day, Jade was working on her NEW new car when she heard something behind her. "I'm looking for Optimus Prime." a snappy voice rang out. "Sorry, he ain't here anymore–" she began, then froze. WHO was asking for OPTIMUS!? Who knew...?! She turned and looked straight at a giant metal shin. Her head turned up to look at the dung-beetle-from-hell. "You see–he has something I want." Megatron sneered, before aiming the gun on his hip at her, "Tell me where he is–or pay the consequences." he said. "A-And if I don't know?" Trish and Adrian would be there in less than five minutes–she had to find some way to get out and warn them. "A pitiful shame for you, then, human." A flare of fuchsia energy formed in the cannon and erupted outwards.
"JADE! Look OUT!" Trish cried, racing through and grabbing the girl just in time. Genesis skidded to a halt before it reached the closed barn door. "Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?" the gun aimed at her as well. "Optimus Prime," the huge robot growled. "Well, hell if we know–" this seemed to be the wrong answer as the cannon flared fuchsia and both girls screamed...
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Armadillo: Will Jade and Trish survive? Or will they be burned into piles of ASH?!
Foxx: Will Adrian make it in time to help the girls or will someone else help them? 0.
Hotshot::staring sadly at his bumper:: Oh brother...
Armadillo and Foxx::burst out in guilty laughter::
Foxx: IT WAS HER FAULT::points to Armadillo:: She's the one that wrote it!!!
Armadillo: It was funny, what can I say?
Optimus: - -' Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Foxx: Next...chapter? O.o
Armadillo::has gone missing - -'::
Foxx: I'll...um...be right back... ::dashes out screaming like a mad woman::