Title: Autobike's Community Service-Angels and Demons
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Rating: T for some strong language, some gang violence, very little drug use, hard core racing stunts, and some sexual reference
Summary: The Autobot Bikes go to Arizona to deal with illegal street racing and become involved in so much more than they expected.
~Chapter One~
Entering the Race
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There was no doubt that something was going down in Tuscan, Arizona. A lot of the people of the city were rushing home because they knew about it. It was clear when cars were blocking off streets in the middle of the night and many people were forced to take detours to go home. Or have pizza delivery guys take a different route, cursing street racers.
It was going down on the far south side of the city, where loud music was booming from the many cars lined up along the street and many were showing off their vehicles. There were several half dressed girls walking back and forth, choosing their targets of who to play with that night. They were looking for some poor sap to egg on doing well and promising many things for if they won.
It was clear enough to say that the illegal street races were about to start. A black man wearing baggy black jeans and a black and yellow sports jersey was walking along the cars, gathering money for the races that were going on and making deals with some of the betters. He was usually the one who walked car to car, getting names, taking bets and making deals over pink slips of cars. But right at the moment, however, he was heading over to where the line of many bikes were sitting, awaiting their turn. And now it was time.
It was the motorcycle races' turn to run.
"Hey, Deek! What up, brother?" The man said as he approached, raising a hand to slap a gangster looking guy's hand, who followed suit. "The bike races are up. Who's in your team that gonna run?" He asked as he looked at the many series of Ducati's, Kats, Harley Davidson's that were lined up as well as their riders.
The man, Deek, was a very rough looking fellow with a black and green checkered dyed hair and several piercings in his ears. He was wearing all black leather and many chains dangling off his leather pants. He honestly looked stupid. But the black man wasn't about to tell him that. To insult the brother and Leader of one of the meanest biker gangs in Tuscan was like asking someone to shoot him in the head.
"Vince wants our Joey to do it today, bro. Got an idea who's riding for the Street Cats?" The foolish looking man asked as he leaned against his vicious black and red Ducati.
The black man shrugged. "Conners, I believe. I'm headin' over to find out from Snap." He said before thumbing his nose a little. "Also gotta warn ya. A couple of the Demons are going in too. Twitch, Viper, Knockers, I heard. But I don't think you ought'a be worried. They are good racers but...not as good as Joe is. They might also have gotta wicked names but with Twitch racing, they kind of suck...ow!" He yelped when someone slapped him hard from behind. He growled and whirled around to glare at who slapped him before cringing back as soon as he saw the tall, intimidating form of Duke, the leader of the Demons Squad. The guy seriously was scary by looking just like The Undertaker from WWE. And he was just as vicious, really.
"Watch your fucking mouth, nig. Or I'll put skid marks in your brain." Duke growled before looking over at a tall, man as he walked up. He sneered at the sight of the man, not looking happy at all you see him. "So, the Black Angels think they're going to win tonight, huh?"
The tall man, Vince, was in his early thirties and quite dangerous looking with dark brown hair falling around his face. He wore black slacks and biker boots as well as a black leather jacket with a ghostly woman and black wings curled around her obviously naked body to hide unwanted sights.
"We always win, Duke. It isn't our fault that your boys couldn't race to save their lives. And don't hit Beanz. He didn't do anything you." He spoke, his voice deep and dark.
"He is a nig, pissant. And you won't be winning tonight. Twitch has gotten better." Duke growled.
Vince merely smirked before shaking his head. "Whatever you say, Duke. He's good as long as he can keep his eyes off of my girl. He better watch where he puts his eyes. And you can tell him that too. If I catch him looking at her again, I will have his eyes as new key chains." He growled before flicking a finger as if dismissing him.
Duke growled, his thick black lined eyes narrowing dangerously. "Better check your sophisticated, punk ass attitude, pissant. My boy can look where ever he wants. Even at your slut, though why he wants to look at her is beyond me. She ain't that good looking." He growled viciously.
Vince had to move quickly to catching his brother, Deek, before he threw himself off his bike and towards Duke for his remark. "Easy, Deek. We will show him to watch his filthy mouth." He reassured.
Duke sneered, his large brawny arms folded over his cheat. "Please. Show me what? How to look like a clown on a tricycle?" He taunted before walking away.
Vince narrowed his eyes after him before he turned towards a biker wearing all black approaching him. A black helmet with a black raven as the design shined in the light. "Joe, change of plan."
"Primus, look at this place. It's packed tight. The Sec wasn't kidding, was he?"
"Of course not. Now shush, Cliff. We have a job to do. And that's not blowing it." The icy blue rider remarked as she lead the way into the lot. She led the other three towards a large group of bikers, fully aware they were catching attention from the locals.
Especially when all four riders were driving a colorful of assortment of Ducatis.
"One of them is coming towards us. What do we do, Mia?" The male of the four asked, tense.
"Just let me do the talking, Cliff. Now shut up." Chromia growled as she took off her helmet and was suddenly surrounded by wolf whistles and jeers. She huffed in irritation but chose to ignore all of them. She just looked at the black man approaching.
The man, however, clearly liked what he was seeing as he looked her over, admiring her tight black and blue body suit she was wearing. "Hiya, darling. Nice bike." He remarked, choosing to be more respectful than his eyes were being. "You lot here for the race? Riding or watching? Maybe...looking for some action?" He asked in a smooth way while waggling his eyebrows at the three ladies.
Chromia nodded, stonily. She was not impressed whatsoever. "We're called The Bots. And we want to race. I am Mia Hide. And I am married so do not get any ideas." She said coolly as she lift up her left hand and flipped him her ring finger to show a black metal ring.
The man laughed before waving his hand. "Sorry, sorry. It's just I see something pretty, I can't help myself. I'm called Beanz here. I run the race pots, if not the entire show. If ya wanna race, the buy in is $100, 000." He told her.
"For each group?" The sandy blonde haired holoform of Cliffjumper asked raising an eyebrow.
Beanz shook his head apologetically. "Each rider. Sorry, man. If ya don't got the funds, can't let ya..." he was saying.
Chromia dug into her bike's pocket and pulled out a bundle of money, holding it out to him. "There's four entrees there. Money won't be a problem for us." She said firmly as he took the money from her. She glanced around at many of the other bikers, trying g to figure out what to expect from them. "So...we are kind of new here. Have any tips about the races and who to look out for?" She asked, peering around at everything.
Beanz nodded as he glanced over the money then stuffed it in a large sack before pointing at one large group. "Yeah. You gotta be careful with a lot of these guys here. A lot of them are gangs so if you mess with one, you mess with all of them." He nodded to the group he was pointing at, several who wore black leather jackets with a vicious angry cat on the back. "Those guys are the Street Cats. They are all right. Good guys, really. They try and stay out of trouble and do things right for the city. Most of them do, actually. They are really good people, as long as you don't piss them off. It's really the Angels and Demons you got to look out for."
"The what?" Flare-Up was the one to ask as she shared a glance with her fellow bikes.
Beanz shrugged as he pointed to two different groups who looked like they ate glass and nails for breakfast, lunch and dinner. "The ones on the right are the Black Angels. They're lead by Vince Ferreira." He explained motioning to a tall, dark young man, who was talking to a biker wearing all black and even a helmet, so they couldn't tell if it was a male or female. But then again, the rider did have some interesting curves and it only took a short quick scan from Moonracer to realize that it was a female. "He and his gang can be pretty rough. They don't let anyone mess with each other. They are a pretty tight nit group so I wouldn't try and piss them off. I like them because they don't have a problem with me or my skin color. They don't treat me bad and that's all cool."
"You are treated bad because of your skin color?" Chromia asked skeptically as she looked at him.
Beanz shrugged before pointing at the really rough biker group. "The Savage Demons. They're lead by that really big, scary looking guy, Duke. He is not nice at all. Not even to his own group. He is mean and he cruel so do not get on his bad side. He is not afraid to hurt people just to get his own way. He is also a raciest asshole so he don't like black people much. He treats me like dirt." He said darkly sending a glare at the tall man.
The four frowned, glancing at each other. "So...why do you let him race if he is like that then?" Cliffjumper asked.
Beanz snorted looking right at him. "You haven't met him, have ya? You try telling him no, he will put a fist through your face. I know because he did it before. What he wants, he gets. Everyone but Vince is scared of him. And they get really nasty when they meet up. The Angels and Demons really hate each other. Well...except two of them. Everyone knows about that. But Vince and Duke throws a huge fit whenever they even speak to each other." He told them.
"Really? Which two?" Moonracer asked genuinely intrigued.
Shaking his head, Beanz shrugged as he already started backing away. "Hang around and you will find out your selves. It's so easy to find out by just watching them. Anyway, I gotta go. The race will be starting in a minute. Do your selves a favor and do not approach any of them. Wait till they come to you. And keep your eyes out on the race. You don't want to get hurt, being newbies and all." He told them. And then he was gone.
Chromia, Flare-Up, Moonracer and Cliffjumper looked at one another before shrugging. They didn't get the entire thing but they could piece it together.
*All right, guys. Let's do this. Keep an optic out and watch your selves. I don't like what Beanz told us. It is more than likely that we have to watch Vince Ferreira and Duke. They must be the ones we were warned about.* Chromia spoke through the com links.
*Okay, Mia. Should we go ahead and win this thing? Get a name for ourselves going?* Cliff asked looking at her.
Chromia glanced around, meeting a few eyes that were watching them. And they weren't exactly friendly looks either. The big human, Duke was glaring at them with suspicion, as if trying to figure out the new riders were going to be a threat or not.
Slowly Chromia nodded. "Yeah. Let's do that." She looked right at Flare-Up and Moonracer, studying them for a moment before nodding to Flare-Up. "Flare, you are the fastest out of us. You do it. Cliff," she looked at the male of their group. "Don't pout, Cliff. It isn't working. You...just put on a show. Get their attention. Moon, you know what to do. Keep an optic out for the two that Beanz told us about. We might need them." She told them.
The other three nodded with serious, down to business looks on their faces. They knew it was time to get down to it.
"What will you be doing?" Cliff asked firmly.
Chromia smirked as she looked back at Duke then to the one called Vince, who was looking over at them now. She could see that he was quite curious about them now. "I will be introducing these gangs to the new toughest glitch in the city." She said with amusement before she climbed off her real form and placing her helmet on the handle bars. She was already moving to walk over to The Black Angels first.
"Uh...didn't Beanz say not to do that?" Flare asked skeptically, her arms folded and she leaned on her handlebars.
Chromia grinned as she looked over her shoulder at her. "Since when do we ever listen to good advice?" She asked smirking.
The other three rolled their eyes but smiled and shook their heads. They saw her point. Since when did Chromia ever listen to anyone but Elita and Optimus? She didn't even listen to her own husband. So what else was new?
Chromia looked right at Vince Ferreira as she walked right up to him, a very confident look on her face and her stride. She almost smirked, actually she did, when he raised an eyebrow at her, leaning against a very nice black Ninja.
Some of his people even looked at her, looking tense but curious of why she was walking over to them. A punk with black and green hair, however, smirked as he looked her over, admiring her curves. He even added a wolf whistle as she approached his brother.
"Hi." Chromia said, eyes only on Vince, who nodded his greeting to her. "The name's Mia Hide. You Vince?"
Vince nodded again, looking lazily at her. "Yep. And I am wondering why you came over here. Didn't Beanz warn you not to?" He asked, sounding more like a hissing snake ready to strike.
Chromia just smirked, placing her hand on her curvy waist and shifting her weight. "Yes, he did. But I don't do well with listening. I do whatever I want. Me and my crew." She said tossing a thumb over her shoulder to the colorful assortment of riders. "We call ourselves The Bots."
Vince now looked amused but in a sarcastic way. "The Bots? That name mean anything?" He asked thickly.
"Yup. Bikers Of Total Speed." Chromia said grinning.
Now Vince smirked back, slowly nodding. He now looked amused by what she said. "Bikers of Total Speed, huh? So you're fast. Guess you must be to have four Ducatis. But you do know it's not the bikes that wins races, right? It's the bikers and their skills. A lot of noob idiots have gotten their selves killed in these races." He said in warning.
Chromia shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Guess you are just going to have to see what we can do on the race way, aren't you? Me and my crew are some of the best racers in the world." She said full of confidence.
"Cocky attitude. I think I like that." Vince chuckled before waving a hand towards the full black dressed biker, who looked over before walking over to him. "There is no way you are better than Joe, here, though. Joe, say hello to our new comp."
The biker nodded before pulling off her helmet to reveal quite the dark beauty of a young woman. She had a face to kill for and black hair bundled up behind her head to keep out of her way. She wore very dark make up but it still looked quite nice on her. "Hi." She said in a not so friendly way.
Chromia nodded back. "Hi, Joe, was it? That short for something?" She asked keeping a tough but friendly edge to her tone.
The girl rolled her eyes impatiently but nodded. "Johanna. But I hate that name. So it's just Joe." She said dryly before nodding to the icy blue bike. "Nice bike. You any good on it?"
Nodding, Chromia just smiled. "Guess you will find out, won't you?" She said in a sly way. "You racing?"
"Yeah. And I will win. You and your noobs should drop out of the race so I don't make you upset." Joe said coolly.
"Joe." Vince warned but didn't sound reprimanding. He actually sounded amused.
Chromia, however, grinned as she turned slightly away. She was definitely liking this girl. She was a tough one. Probably one that didn't let anyone push her around. "We shall see." She turned her attention to Vince, nodding to him. "Nice to meet you. See you in action later." She said before walking towards the Savage Demons now.
"Joe, mess her and her clowns up. Burn them." Chromia heard Vince whisper to Joe.
And all she did was smirk.
Approaching Duke, Chromia found that he wasn't going to be as polite, in a dark way, as Vince as. She saw his dark rimmed eyes looking her over, appreciating her looks but he still looked like he was about to lash out at her if she made a wrong move.
"What do you want, chicky?" The man asked in a very gruff way.
Chromia just smirked up at him, not intimidated whatsoever. Her sparkmate was scary than him and she wasn't afraid of him at all. "Name's Mia Hide. Just coming to introduce myself and my Bots." She said making her own voice sound gruff.
Duke narrowed his eyes at her, not looking impressed. "Yeah? Well, I saw you talking to dickweed, Ferreira over there. Should have come to us first. So you can take your skinny ass and get the fuck out of my city before I make you." He growled.
Chromia smirked, narrowing her eye at him. "You are a tough one, aren't you?" She asked amused.
"Toughest and meanest son of a bitch in Tuscan, chicky." Duke grunted with a smirk on his face as he folded his brawny arms over his just as brawny chest. "And if you don't watch your hot skinny ass, I'll show you how tough I can be. Now run along and go back home to fix dinner or don't belong here. You'll just break a nail."
Narrowing his eyes at him, Chromia kept a cool smile on her face as she shook her head. She knew he was just trying to scare her but he had no idea what or who he was dealing with. She was not going to let him trash talk her with his sexist or crude remarks. She would definitely have to put this one in his place. "I am right where I want to be and where I belong, bucko." She said coolly, still smirking. "And if you are not careful, you'll find out that I can be the biggest glitch in the universe." She then turned, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder and walking back to where the others were waiting for her.
Obviously, Cliffjumper, Flare-Up and Moonracer had been listening in. They were looking right at the man, Duke, shaking their heads as they waited for Chromia to rejoin them. They could see her bright blue eyes glowing furiously. They knew she was not happy with that jerk of a human and his remarks towards her.
"We gonna burn his ego?" Cliff asked smirking at the oldest of the four.
Chromia, now stone faced, as she approached her real form nodded before climbing back onto her bike form. "Oh, yeah. He's definitely going to be burned down a notch." She said coolly as she shot the human in general a look, who was now speaking to three other men.
One of them, however, did catch the four Bots' attention. He was a young one, probably in his later twenties and with shaggy black hair sticking up all over the place. He was looking over at them, almost a little concerned, even if he was dressed more like a rock star unlike his fellow bikers. He actually looked concerned for them while his fellow members were nodding and agreeing to something that Duke was telling them. He didn't look happy whatsoever. His eyes even flickered away from them and trailed over to where the Black Angels were. And not just any Black Angel.
"Mia, I think I found those two that Beanz was talking about." Moonracer said quietly.
"I see that. Question is, what about her?" Chromia said, letting her eyes flicker over to the tough girl, Joe before she tore them away when Beanz climbed up onto the back of a truck. "Keep an optic on them, Moon. The race is about to start."
Moonracer nodded before she joined her fellow three to putting their helmets on and waiting for the instructions.
"All right, pimps, gimps, ladies and gentlemen!" Beanz called into a microphone, waving his hand to get attention. He waited for all of the loud music to die down from all of the cars before nodding. "All right! Time to get racing those bikes! You'll be starting at the line over there. The track is simple. Race around the block, over the bridge and back here. First one to cross the finish line, back here, wins all of the money collected. Most of you know the rules. No dirty shots! Just race!" He pointed directly at the Savage Demons. "That means you, Demons! No dirty fighting in this one! We don't want to send any one to the ER again. We already got the threats from the Pigs that if someone ends up dead like last time, they will shut us down! So play it nice this time."
"Bite us, Nig!" One of the Demons snapped before most of them began laughing. Only one wasn't laughing, and that was the one that the Autobots had been watching earlier. He actually looked away with look of disgust.
"Dude, just shut up!" Another biker yelled as he rolled his bike towards the line with many others.
"You wanna make me, skinhead?" The same Demon growled threateningly as he flipped a finger at him.
The biker didn't answer, probably a little too intimidated by the Demon who had snapped at him.
Beanz shook his head, not looking happy at what he had been called but he wasn't going to say anything about it. He hopped down from the truck bed and moved over to stand in front of all of the bikes now. He paused to look at the icy blue, the hot pink, golden sandy and fiery red bikes and their riders, his lips curving up a little in a friendly way before he nodded and raised his hands. "All right, riders! Start up those engines!" He yelled.
And a roar of engines burst out, echoing off of building walls and causing many of the viewers to plug their ears of how loud they were.
"Ready! GO!" Beanz yelled throwing his arms down and crouching down low to the pavement as one of the Demons sped past, swinging his arm as if to knock him off his feet. Either way, about ten bikes sped past with roaring engines going past him.