Mission City was normally a town filled with life, shops, cars. But now it was silent… Well except for the soldiers, teenage boy, girl and… Giant Robots.
But these weren't robots, they were aliens from the planet Cybertron. A planet which was destroyed by war. The only way to save it was the Allspark. That's why they're here. That's why in this battle was a teenage boy and girl. The boy had bought a black and yellow Camero, which turned out to be one of the robots. Sent to protect him and find his Grandfathers glasses. Which showed the location of the Cube, which is what the humans called the Allspark. That's the rough story of how they ended up here. But that's the past. Let's see what's happening now.
The boy grabbed the Cube with his burnt hands, his breathing uneven as he tried to get oxygen to his injured body.
"Sam, Push the Cube into my chest, Now Sam!" Shouted a blue and red Transformer from behind him. The robot's voice was baritone and desperate.
But the boy had other ideas. He ran to grey robot. The one with the blood red, menacing eyes. He blocked out all the sounds, all the gunfire, all the voices. And lifted the Cube into the robots bare metal chest. The Allspark slowly disintegrated into nothing. But before it did, something very strange happened, something that would change all of their fates. It shot a pure white beam into space. And if you follow that beam, through the stars, galaxies, supernovas. You would see that it reached…a…Police Public Call Box.
A/N: Yes I know this is short. But it's just an intro. To see what people think. Please remember this is my first Fanfiction, so feel free to leave Contructive Critisim in the comments/ reviews.
-EDM