Uprooted and Transformed: Chapter 1
New story! My siblings felt left out of the Last Survivor and I've been thinking about this one for a while, so I'm making a new one. I promise the other one isn't abandoned!
WARNING: I am a spirit-filled Christian and I will be talking a lot about God, Jesus, and the Jews. If you have problems with any of that, either ignore it or don't read this. Also, no flames! It really bothers me when people (Christians included) bash another's religion. While I believe Jesus is the only way to heaven period, fanfiction is not the place to bash relgion. If you really want to tell me about it, PM me. No one needs to see trash except the one who the trash is for. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Transformers. I just play with them. I only own my OC's.
Communication:
:: comm. link ::
- Bondmates/sparkmates -
~: creator/creation bond :~
: sibling bond :
Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams
[symbiot/symbiot carrier]
Seeker Cant
= Cybertronian language =
Most fanfics are the same. Somebody gets caught by Decepticons or meets Primus and gets turned into a Cybertronian. The story of me and my siblings is pretty much along those same lines. And we were just trying to go to church …
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Sunday mornings in December are cold. Even here in Texas. Yes, Texas can get cold. We Texans often say that Texas has bipolar weather. No joke. The summers are over 100oF and the winters can get below freezing. While I love my state, it can get annoying.
I love church, but I hate getting up at 5 in the morning just to get ready before my siblings hog the bathroom. I am the eldest of 5 kids. Yes, I still live with my parents even though I'm in college. But I love my family. I don't think I could handle living away from them at this point. I love them too much.
Good thing is, I don't have to get up that early today. Mama is sick *sad face* and won't be coming. I have to drive. Today is a good day so far. Everyone got up on time and we left on time. Traffic is going good so we should be able to pick Daddy up from work and get to church. Smooth sailing, tight? Oh, how wrong I was.
My 21-year-old brother (no, he's not older, I am. I'm 23. Everybody thinks I'm 18) and I have heard from people at work that giant robots had been taking people from well developed nations. I didn't believe it. Even after seeing phone vids on YouTube from witnesses I thought they were fake. That Sunday, however, changed our lives.
I'm driving down the highway, my siblings are all asleep. I see this giant green swirling vertical disk appear in the road about a quarter of a mile down. Cars start disappearing into it and others are stopping or swerving to avoid it. I am forced to stop suddenly, causing my siblings to awake. I stare at the giant thing as what looks like Shockwave from the TV series Transformers Prime step forth along with some Vehicons. My other brother, Joel who is 14, asks, "Is that Shockwave?!" I didn't answer as I tried to go around other cars, trying not to get hit in the process. Shockwave pointed to our van and a Vehicon came over and ripped the top off the car off. My sisters are screaming. Joel is scared stiff. My heart is in my throat as the Vehicon roughly picks us up and carries us to the portal. His grip is so strong that it is cutting off my air. Going through the portal doesn't help. The last thing I remember seeing was a dark room and blood red optic.
Sorry, I know it's short, but the next one will be longer.