School Shootout

Chapter 1

**Okay this idea just popped into my head. I think It'll only be a few chapters long once I get it all written--but who knows.**

NOTE: This is set after the first movie and before the second.

Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to Transformers or its characters.

I was terrified not for my life but for the love of my life, Mikaela…and my car. Not that I could see what was happening to either one. I was lying on the floor of my math class with my hands tied behind my back and my ankles lashed together.

It was of course, ironic—the sheriff's son of all people going on a shooting rampage and using the guns and restraints meant for criminals on his fellow classmates.

I heard hysterical sobbing coming from across the room. I twisted trying to see who it was but it only caused the ties to cut deeper. Half the class seemed to be praying, 'Oh, God' had been said so much it became background music. The other half was silent…perhaps in shock...or perhaps they were playing dead…

The only thing I could think about was Mikaela. I wanted to scream her name outloud, I wanted to go to her and make sure she was safe—I could just imagine her lying in a pool of blood. I tried to push thoughts of her dying out of my head. I knew Mikaela should have been in her chemistry class just down the hall. I hoped she had gotten out. Somebody had pulled the fire alarm about thirty minutes after my classroom was hit. That was when I heard the first gunshot. I tried to avoid thinking about what had happened to the person that had been brave enough to pull the alarm. I wish I had thought of pulling the alarm then I could be sure that Mikaela had gotten out safely and that she should would be with Bee and that they would both keep each other from doing something stupid.

I still had nightmares of how Bee had been tortured by Sector Seven. I knew that with all the media and camera's surrounding the school that if he'd tried to help me he'd have to blow his cover—it would be disasterous. Before this I had always felt so reassured that Bee was out there guarding me; that I didn't have to worry about Decepticons. Who knew I had to worry about my classmates? Bee seemed so far away now. I knew he was only four walls and two hallways away. But he seemed so far, so far…

Okay, that was enough wallowing. I may be a squishy little human but damnit I killed Megatron and I wasn't going to be defeated by a bunch of depressed losers. I would get free, I'd make the Autobots proud.

I started struggling to get my wrists free again. I strained against the ties with all the strength I could. They just wouldn't break—it was ridiculous—they were only a thin strip of plastic. I could just imagine the looks on the Autobots faces if they heard I was defeated by a strip of plastic I'm sure they would be understanding---after all, humans were so very fragile. But I didn't want their understanding—their pity… I wanted their respect. More gunshots came from outside the room I realized that if I didn't get free soon I wouldn't even get a chance to see them again.

I once again struggled trying to free myself as screams broke out around me. The people around also increased their efforts to get free.

Since the wrist restraints wouldn't give I tried breaking the ankle restraints. I started moving my legs off to the left and twisting a little to find a better angle of leverage. I felt one of my shoes hit the leg of a chair.

I cursed in pain as I hit my head on the chair. I stopped struglling as I saw lights flashing before my eyes. It reminded me of when the Prime and the others had first crashed landed on Earth. I could see them and Mikaela standing proud and tall in my mind. I forced myself to calm down.

I suddenly had a thought—if I could get my shoes off I might just be able to slip the tie off. I tried to brace the leg of the chair in between my ankle and the lip of my shoe so I could slid it off. I quickly realized I needed to be back a few more inches in order for my plan to work. Since my hands were tied behind my back I found myself wriggling and flopping into position. I let out a sigh of relief when I got it right…then I realized I'd have to move up in order to get the shoe off. I braced my right knee against the carpet and jerked my leg up hard as far as the tie would allow. I cursed as my knee slipped and I felt it started to burn. Even though I couldn't see it I knew it was going to have a wicked rug burn on it. But on the upside I had one shoe off. I moved over to the chair on the other side of the aisle and repeat the procedure to get the my right shoe off.

I started sliding the tie down. It got stuck; it wouldn't go over my heel. I could feel it pressing into my flesh and I knew it was going to be bruised in the morning. I pushed past the pain and kept trying to slid it off. I suddenly felt a sharp pain and something liquid running down my foot. The tie was off. I let out a breath of air I didn't realize I had been holding. My foot was throbbing now. I wiggled around and looked at it, it wasn't bleeding too bad—it was more of a bad scrape really, though I wouldn't want Ratchet seeing it.

I moved up into a sitting position and looked around in triumph. I saw a pile of cellphones they had taken from us lying on the teacher's desk.

Hmmm, I might actually survive this…