Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! The Transformers are the sole property of Hasbro, and I'm merely a bored person who has nothing better to do with my time…
Note: I decided to bring everyone that died in the movie…BACK TO LIFE. MUHAHAHAHA!
Seriously, the more characters you have the more fun it is. NO FLAMES PLEASE! I'm always open to constructive criticism/beta offers. But being rude is seriously not cool. If you think my fic is THAT bad, then just stop reading it.
Summary: An unfortunate girl gets crushed on the night of her Senior Prom. But as she storms off into the night, encounters a much bigger problem…in the form of a Decepticon. Will sparks fly, or heads roll?
Dedication: This is for my best friend, Kayla. She hates being mentioned in anything, especially fanfics. So when she told me how much she loved the movie Transformers, I knew I'd have to write this…
More Than Meets the Eye
Senior Prom was going great…until she saw her boyfriend making out with a blond, heavily made-up girl dressed like a Vegas crack whore.
Whirling him around, she bellowed, "What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" Surrounding students turned to watch the escalating scene. "Who's this gutter slut?!"
Her now very embarrassed boyfriend pushed the offending girl away, trying to appear as if nothing had happened as he straightened his appearance. The girl looked as though she had just won first place in a contest by sleeping with the judges, and flashed her a sly grin.
"She's nobody!" he exclaimed as he took a step towards his furious girlfriend. "She's just some bimbo; she came onto me!"
"Do you think I'm stupid?! Do you think I don't have eyes, you bastard?!" Tears stung the corners of her eyes, but she was determined not to let them fall. "I SAW you kissing her!"
People began to gather around the arguing couple, and several camcorders were whipped out by members of the Yearbook Committee. By now, the girlfriend's face was bright red, and she looked like she was ready to claw her boyfriend's eyes out.
"Are you calling me a liar?!" he yelled back at her. "After all we've been through together, you don't TRUST me?!"
"NO!"
CRACK!
The crowd gasped as his girlfriend reeled backwards, blood gushing from her broken nose. Their attention turned back to her boyfriend, who looked as though nothing were wrong. He advanced toward his girlfriend, who looked as though she had just been struck by lightning.
"Get out", he sneered at her. "Get out, or I'll kill your parents; Mummy and Daddy-Dear wouldn't like that too much, would they?"
Her parents: the only thing she had left. If it had been anything else, she would've retaliated, but her parents…she couldn't do it.
"This is low, Daniel. Even for you" her voice shook as she tried to regain control of her emotions. "You know about them…you know about ME. You're scum, you're nothing but low-life scum."
"Get out…now."
Even if he was just some punk, she couldn't risk losing her parents. Most kids would be glad to be free of their parents, but not her. Her family was going through hard times, and it was mainly their love for one another that held them all together. She couldn't vacation in distant paradises, she couldn't easily afford the latest gadgets, and she couldn't go on school trips. But she had their undying support; they encouraged her to continue on with her education and go to college, unlike the parents of her peers, who simply didn't care. Her parents were her role models, and their safety was worth suffering some humiliation for.
Her cheeks burning, she stalked towards the gymnasium doors. The bystanders parted like the Red Sea as her heels clacked ominously on the hard wood floor, and even the DJ had stopped the music to better hear the proceedings. Though it couldn't have been more than thirty feet to the exit, it seemed to take an eternity to get there; with each step, she grew even angrier…the feeling of betrayal was overwhelming, but she willed herself not to cry as she covered the last few feet to the doors. As she pushed the handle, she turned around to face her now ex-boyfriend, Daniel. He had his arm around his new bitch, and wore a look of utmost arrogance as he watched her start to step outside.
"Daniel…" The silence in the air was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife. Everyone stared expectantly at her as she glared daggers at her ex-boyfriend. "See you in Hell."
And without a backward glance, she slammed the doors violently behind her.
That had been over an hour ago. She shook her head in frustration as she continued to walk home from the Dance from Hell. He wasn't going to get away with this, there was NO WAY. At one point, she stopped to tie the skirt of her gown in a knot so that it fell a little below her knees; the less burdensome her clothing was, the faster she could make progress. Though she could've been home long ago, had she stayed and hitched a ride with a classmate, she found the hike refreshing. Thankfully, Daniel had been enough of a dick to toss her rucksack in a ditch near the creek behind the school, so she could change into some more comfortable clothing and brush her hair into a more practical style when she found some privacy. She paused to get her bearing; about five miles ahead, there was a motel where she could stay for the night and probably work off her debt in the morning…that was just fine by her. But it was already dark, and the five miles in heels would take her hours to cover. However, she had an alternative: She could take a shortcut through a densely wooded area dubbed "Robo Village". True, that was where the infamous transforming robots were rumored to dwell…but it would cut about four of the five miles out of her walk. So after adjusting her rucksack, she decided to take a chance, and began to pick her way through the giant trees.
"God, I really hope there's nothing here", she mumbled as she stumbled over a tree root. "PLEASE just be a silly rumor that everyone listens to and blindly believes."
She was scared, she was REALLY scared. However, she remembered her father saying "When you're afraid, just sing a little tune. You'll feel your spirits soar…" Her father had never failed yet when it came to giving advice, so she began to sing a song she learned from her grandfather: An Irishman through and through.
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Where the castle looks out to sea
I would swim over the deepest ocean
For my love to be with me
A twig snapped in the distance, and she immediately ceased her song and froze. Her eyes darted wildly around her surroundings, but saw nothing. Warily looking over her shoulder, she slowly continued on.
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman
To ferry me over, my love and I
I wish I was in the land of Eire
Where the mountains reach the sea
Where flowers blossom as I do remember
Where my true love came to me
The trees behind her began to creak, and once again, she whirled around only to find…nothing.
"Okay," she breathed. "I'm just goin' a little nuts here."
Emboldened by her own words, she started off again at a much faster pace, keeping her song going to calm her nerves.
But the sea is wide, and I cannot swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus
To be together, my love and I
To be together, my love and I
She stopped and set her rucksack down to savor the last remaining lyrics…
I wish I was in Carrickfergus
To be together, my love and-
All at once, she felt her breath leave her lungs and her feet leave the ground.
"AH-HA!", crowed a gravelly voice.
She screeched and squirmed, trying to break free from her cold, metal restrainer. This only seemed to amuse him, because he let out a low growl of laughter and squeezed her tighter in his vice-like grip.
"Well, well, well…" he chuckled as he brought her a little closer to his own face to examine her closely. "What have we here?"
She began to furiously beat her fists on his giant hand, panic overtaking her, only to make him laugh again. "LET ME GO!" He laughed uproariously, and she began to struggle harder. "I SAID LET ME GO, YOU WALKING DUMPSTER!"
"It seems to be a lost little human," he mused as he twirled her by the stays of her dress, smiling sadistically as she began to scream in terror.
"PUT ME DOWN NOW, YOU FUCKER!"
The giant silver robot seized her around her middle with his other hand, and raised her up so she was level with his face. She immediately locked eyes with him; he was impressed at her daring. He scanned her face, and he had to admit, aside from a clearly injured nose… this human wasn't too bad looking. "Easy on the optics", he thought to himself.
"And a saucy one at that," he continued with a grin, baring his tangle of razor sharp teeth. "I am Megatron…leader of the Decepticons," he said in the lowest and most menacing voice he could muster. "Who would you be?" She didn't acknowledge his question with anything but silence, so he picked up her abandoned rucksack and read the nametape. "Kayla Griffin" she glared harder at him, only giving him encouragement to anger her further. "It's a pleasure to meet you…" his tone was sickeningly gentlemanly, and he guffawed as she cringed.
Kayla stared into his face with determination, and Megatron knew she was planning something. He wanted to see what it was, what useless attempt his hostage was going to make to regain her freedom. She drew back her leg, and he chortled; this silly fleshling was ACTUALLY going to try and kick him, how rich…
CRACK!
Megatron screamed in pain; that little meat-sack just kicked him in the optic with the pointy heel of her shoe, and his energon began to drip onto the ground below. He instinctively covered his wounded optic with his hand…only to accidentally drop his prisoner. She screamed as she plummeted downwards, landed with an audible "thud", and rolled on her side. Immediately, Kayla was on her feet, scooped up her rucksack that her captor had dropped, and was running as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
"Oh shit! Fuck! Crap!" she cursed as she ran. "Ohhhhhh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-"
She slammed into cold, hard, metal, but was rendered unconscious before she could hear it say, "What the-?"
Author's Note: I haven't written in a while…so please, don't kill me. covers head Yes, I used "CRACK!" twice on purpose; I've gotten nailed on that in the past. Daniel did it to Kayla, so Kayla did it to Megatron. Anyways, your reviews are what keep this story rollin'. So please, read and review!
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Your Friendly Neighborhood Weirdo
