AllSpark: Back in Action.
I sighed looking out the window of the bus. The rain drizzled lazily across the window, streaking it in different patterns. My best friend, Riley Johns, was chattering away with the boy across the isle. In the cramped confines of the bus, my window was the only one open; the only one rain was seeping through. I smiled slightly. The rain always seemed to calm me down. I reached into my backpack, pulling a strange object from within. I had found it outside at recess earlier that day, but was only getting to glimpse at it right now. I tossed the cube shaped thing in my hands, running my fingers over the ruts. The wail of a siren woke everyone up. We all looked behind the bus to see a strange police car following closely behind. Our driver, Mrs. Jackson, obediently pulled over looking a little more than nervous. The car pulled in behind us, and a metallic screech boomed over their intercom.
"Lucinda Rodgers? Please step off the bus. Lucinda Rodgers." Everyone turned to stare at me. What had I done? I looked down at the cube in my hands. Was this some sort of illegal thing? Riley looked at me horrified. I shoved it back into my bag, and crept out of the seat. I advanced slowly down the aisle, eyes following my every step. Mrs. Jackson was especially watching. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to let me off, even for a cop.
"Lucinda?" came the metallic voice again. It was impatient this time. I glided down the steps in a quick movement. I peered out into the gloom at the bright cop lights, I was terrified. Like a deer stuck in the headlights I was afraid. I shivered involuntarily. Then suddenly there was a screech of tires, headlights hitting my back from another direction. I whipped my head around, even more startled as a yellow camaro stopped directly between the cop and me. I turned around ready to jump back on the bus, and Mrs. Jackson closed the door on me. I banged on the door.
"Let me in!" I screamed. This was the worst day of my life. She began to pull away and then I noticed. I noticed two humongous robots in some sort of giant death match. The bus was down the road, before I finally had the sense to get the hell out of there. I fled for the trees as metal crashed against metal, making more noise than the thunder. I was getting soaked, even for a drizzle so small. I stumbled along the trees, clinging to my backpack afraid to even look behind me. Then I heard a voice.
"Lucy wait!" It was a boy's voice. One I thought I'd heard before. I looked around, only to fall flat on my face into the dirt. I groaned. Ow, that would really hurt in the morning. Hands gripped at my shoulder, and I tore away screaming.
"Oh GOD help me!" I heard garbled replies as I scrambled along the ground.
"Luc…wait. It's Sam!" I looked back at the last word. Sam Witwicky was staring me straight in the face. I cried out in joy, and held onto him.
"These robots were…I ran…we have to get out of here." I sobbed. This was so messed up!
"I know. I know. It's alright one of them is friendly." He began, "Do you have it?"
"Have what?" I asked. The rain had died down, and was not there anymore. Grey clouds still hung high above, mugging out the sun entirely.
"The AllSpark?"
"All-what?"
"AllSpark." He shook his head as he said it again. I looked over my shoulder into my backpack.
"This?" I held it out after rummaging through my bag again. He took it and studied it intently.
"It's just like the first." He mumbled. I snatched it away from him.
"What is going on?" I demanded. Now I was mad. He looked at me incredulously.
I stood up, whipping the dirt from my jeans, and my face. I heard an engine rev in the distance. Same took my arm, not trying to take this AllSpark thing and pulled me along.
"Come on, Bumble says we need to get out of here." I shook my head.
"WHO?" I asked my voice cracking.
"My car." He mumbled. I jerked my arm away.
"I want to know what is going on right now, Samuel Witwicky." I demanded. I held the cube tightly not sure why but feeling protective. My cell phone beeped loudly in my backpack. I ignored it. He sighed.
"I'll explain in the car. Come on." He reached out his hand. I stared at it unsure, but I took it anyway. We sprinted through the woods, making slower time than before. We broke the edge and I gasped. It was the same camaro. I couldn't deny through, it was a hot car. The door opened by its self, and a voice came from inside.
"Ready?" it asked. It was another metallic voice but not quite like the first. It was softer, and friendlier. Sam pushed me into the back, after lifting the seat. I looked around the interior for that voice. There was no one.
"Hey Lucy." I looked to my left. It was Mikaela Barnes. She used to be such a snob to me, but now she seemed more worried with what I held in my hands. I shielded it away, unsure of what the hell I was getting myself into. We sat in uncomfortable silence and I fidgeted. This sucked. Sucked big time.
"Sam?" I whispered.
"Huh?" he looked over at me. The camaro was speeding really fast down the road, and I felt like I was the only one ready to scream.
"TELL YOUR FREAKIN' CAR TO SLOW DOWN!" I shouted. The accelerator let off, and we dropped down about 20 mph, from 100 to about 80. My grip on the 'AllSpark' loosened, and I relaxed…somewhat.
"Okay. Now tell me what the hell is going on!" I shook him. I felt the car rumble as it continued to roar down the highway.
"I think Optimus can explain better." Mikaela spoke up.
"Opti-what?"
"Optimus Prime." The car spoke again. I froze. I was surrounded by two people who somewhat ignored me. I had a freaky car talking to me, and I was being pursued by a giant robot. This was the weirdest day ever.