Author's Note: I'm back everyone and with a rewrite. Now this is a rewrite of Out From the Rubble, and to be honest it takes a different path. It might as well be a completely different story. After rereading my old story, there was just a lot about it that screamed Mary Sue and was too cliche. So I'm just doing a ground up rendition. Especially since the last two movies have came out since my story and a lot would need to be changed up to try and follow the plot a little bit. So here you go. Let me know what you think. Reviews, no matter what they are, are always welcome.

is on Fire

The devastation was beyond anything they could've dreamed of. Buildings only existed as piles of rubble or pieces of foundation and steel still trying to stand upright while smoke rose from their ashes. The streets slowly started to fill with more and more people as search parties had begun. In tow around them were the mechanical behemoths, similar to the ones that caused this destruction, but very different in every other aspect. Together they were moving rubble around searching for any life beneath. Samuel Witwicky was walking around the debris with his girlfriend Carly. They walked hand in hand searching for the living among the dead. Ratchet was assisting Optimus with his now missing servo. EMT's and others were huddled in a makeshift hospital fashioned from tarps and poles. It was barely holding on like many of the people inside. Doctors were running around working tirelessly trying to triage each person. Trying to help where they could. Just outside William Lennox was conversing with Robert Epps, mostly concerning the question on everyone's mind. What next?

It was about dark now, and the sky was lit in brilliant reds and oranges. Normally it would be photo worthy and everyone would either be staring and admiring or snapping pictures from their phones, but today it was just the sky to them at the moment. The same sky the feared only hours ago. Optimus didn't give a second glance. His optics just glared at the ground. The cracked, charred ground. So many lives lost. Betrayal hit him hard as he pondered that this was all his fault. If he hadn't revived Sentinel then none of this would have ever happened. His once boiling rage had now simmered down to a depressed state. He vented some air and flinched when Ratchet touched a rather sensitive spot. With night quickly falling over them, they thought they would not find another survivor.

I came to into darkness and heat. I tried taking in a breath of air and was met with dust invading my lungs. I coughed and tried to calm down as I figured out my situation. I flexed my fingers to try and test out my body movements. I wondered where I was as I looked around. Concrete was sort of tented around my head so I was able to move it but it seemed that the rest of my body was encased in some sort or concrete or something. I couldn't tell. I tried to move my right arm. Pain shot through me and I screamed. I panted, trying to control my breathing. "Yup, broken." Trying to gulp down the vomit that was working its was up my gullet, I looked up, or is it down? How did I get here? I remember walking home from work when I heard a crash from above me. A giant metal robot. Space ships. People being shot at. I remember running into an abandoned building. The ground shook and the ceiling crumbled.

I cowered in a corner trying to shield myself from the falling debris. There was screaming outside. Blood curdling screams of pure terror. Is it possible that terrorists have built robots to bomb the cities instead of using their own men? Were they even that technologically advanced? I crawled toward an opening in the wall to look outside. These robots were obliterating people on the spot. All that was left of them were bones and clothing. This couldn't be happening. Things like this only happen in War of the Worlds right? As I stared at these giant robots and the space crafts hovering above, I realized that these weren't man made. I could not believe it even though I was looking right at them, but there was no way that these things could be from space right?

There was a crash to my left and I pressed myself against the wall, hoping to disappear from sight. I held my breath and clamped my hand over my mouth trying to calm my frantic breathing and beating heart. A flash of red caught my attention, and I saw a pair of red orbs looking at me. Shit shit shit! I noticed though that the orbs were eyes to one of the robots. It saw me. As if its brain was processing what I was and how to dispose of me. Much to my amazement and disappointment, its arm turned into a cannon and it aimed for me, but a distraction was served as another one came walking toward it with two in its grasp. In its hands were bright yellow and black one and another that resembled Einstein. They set them on their knees and that's when I realized the difference between them. The eye color was different. Red and blue. Did that matter?

Noticing the distraction and my chance to evade those terrifying eyes, I shrunk behind a wall of concrete and watched. I don't know what compelled me to sit and stare as opposed to running as far away as I could. Curiosity killed the cat, and I had enough curiosity to spare.

Much to my horror, I saw a human approach them. He looked pompous and way too well dressed for this kind of situation. But there he was talking to the robots. I thought they would kill him, but one simply nodded his head and grabbed up the Einstein looking one. What was the deal between them? There was no way that this human could be their leader, because why would a behemoth sized aliens listen to a human? If I was a giant robot I wouldn't listen to something so small. Maybe he's a messenger? A middle man between them and something… else.

One of the red eyed ones took aim at Einstein and fired. Blue liquid shot everywhere. Blood? Einstein was still alive though and it looked like he was trying to talk himself out of it, but red eye wasn't having any of it and shot him in the head. I looked at the yellow bot and saw a pained expression came across his metal features. This was the first look at emotion I've seen out of these beings. Maybe they were different? Maybe the red eyed ones were bad perhaps? I slowly pieced this together as my heart was nearly beating out of my chest and my legs were trying to run from this situation. Once they seemed done with the Einstein looking one, they snatched up the yellow one and brought him to his knees. The yellow one looked down, his face grew sadder, and then his eyes caught mine. They pleaded me to run, but I was stuck in place. I heard the sound of metal creaking and my head shot up. One of the space ships was quickly descending right where I was hiding. The yellow bot saw this as a distraction and began attacking the red eyes. That was the last thing I saw because in that instant, something hit my head and the darkness took over.