Hey guys… Okay so this is my first serious attempt at a Fan Fic so don't hate me too much if I screw something up for you… Oh and don't like what you read…? Simple… Don't read it… But I'm just rambling now and you are probably just getting sick of reading this so… ON WITH THE STORY! ! !
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A NEW SPARK
CHAPTER 1:
Avatars, Explosions and Fireside Conversations
Heart pounding in his chest, the youth used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow. His brown eyes scanned the insides of the dank hotel. He gripped his FAMAS tighter and moved forward. He completed a quick sweep of the room before stopping in the middle of the room and lowering his weapon. "Psst! Witwicky!" Upon hearing his name the youth turned. Four men were crouched next to the emergency stairs, one of them motioning to him. Sam joined the group and his eyes wandered the circle. To his right the dark skinned Epps chewed on a stem of grass. The years had changed nothing save a scar on his right cheek and the stubble that was on his head as much as it was on his jaw line. Across the circle was Major Lennox (not that it mattered whether someone was a Major or a Minor anymore). Like Epps, the years had not changed the marine, minus a few scars. The other two people were Avatars – human bodies artificially grown to house Cybertronian consciousnesses – in this case, the two Autobots Breakaway and Bumblebee. Although this put the Autobots in a more fragile body, it helped to hide the massive radiation auras their robotic bodies produced. Breakaway's Avatar was a man in his late twenties; his long black hair had silver streaks tracing through it and was tied up. A pair of aviation goggles hung loosely at his neck as well as a desert camouflaged bandanna.
The last but certainly not the least was Bumblebee's avatar. A young looking man, maybe the same age as Sam. His shaggy golden hair had been cut in an undercut fashion. Noticing Sam's gaze, Bee turned his eyes to his charge. He grinned causing Sam to shake his head and chuckle. "Did either of you hear any of that?" Lennox's brow furrowed.
"Well, I… err," Bee tried to explain.
Both marines shook their heads while Breakaway sighed.
"Sparklings are all the same." Both Sam and Bee grinned sheepishly.
"Well we don't have time to explain again. Breakaway, you show them where to go and tell them what to do on the way." Lennox stood, "And remember wait for Epps and my signals."
Breakaway nodded and motioned for the Guardian and his charge to follow. They moved to the fire escape and went down while Lennox and Epps went up.
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Sam and Bee moved across the base floor of the abandoned office building. Breakaway had left them to do what they were ordered to at the entrance, he himself running off to complete his own orders. The two youths, their guns raised, silently weaved through the chairs and tables that furnished the cafeteria. Making their way up the stairs to the fourth level, they secured the floor and proceeded to the west side of the building. Bumblebee put his large duffle bag down and began to unzip it. Inside the two youths found two M32 Grenade Launchers, a HK GMG with a tripod and lots of ammo. Sam and Bee exchanged looks of glee. They set the GMG up, loaded all of their weapons and waited for the signals. Suddenly the ground started shaking, both Bumblebee and Sam tensed. Something was coming. Sure enough in the streets below a large military tank rolled into view, followed by many smaller cat-like Decepticons.
"Devastator," Bee whispered. Sam's grip on his M32 tensed at the name. Bumblebee manned the GMG in preparation. Anticipation hung in a tangible field around the youths, yet still they waited for the signals.
Sam's walkie-talkie crackled to life. "Ready from Epps." But something was wrong – Devastator had stopped in his tracks. Sam and Bee looked at each other in horror, then at the walkie-talkie. The Decepticon had picked up on the signal. "Oh shit," Sam whispered as the walkie-talkie crackled again. This time the Tank's turret swivelled upwards, pointing directly at their position. Both Bumblebee and Sam scrambled away from the window just as a large explosion tore through the building and they were thrown into the wall like a rag-doll.
Groggily Sam stumbled to his feet. His eyes scoured the room before landing on the motionless body of his Guardian. He swore and limped his way to Bee. He crouched beside the Autobot and shook him, "Come on Bee. We have to go." The blond moaned. 'Good,' Sam thought, 'you aren't giving up on me that easily.' Sam threw his arm over Bee's shoulder and stood him up. The pair had only moved a few steps forward when a second explosion rocked the building. Sam struggled to his feet again, a strong, almost sweet smell assaulting his nostrils. Looking over his shoulder he saw the source of the smell. The second shell must have been some form of napalm as the building was now starting to burn.
Heart pounding in chest, he limped on, fear and adrenalin blocking out any pain. His foot caught on something and he fell. Biting his lip he struggled to get the semi-conscious Bee to his feet again. Leaning on the wall for support Sam caught his breath. His head spun from lack of oxygen.
Hearing the crackle of fire from behind him, he decided resting could wait. First he had to make it out of the building alive. He pushed himself forward towards the fire escape. He turned the handle but it wouldn't move – it was locked. The youth looked back down the hallway, the wall of fire crackling its way towards him. He put all of his weight against the door but it still did not budge. The fire was closer now. Too close. In a desperate attempt he threw himself and Bumblebee against the door. Giving out, it swung open and they were sent flailing down the flight of stairs. Ignoring the new bruises Sam picked up his friend's Avatar and continued downwards.
The door was thrown open and Sam stumbled out into the street. He looked around. Streets were deserted, buildings, if not levelled, had massive chunks missing from them. What had happened to the world?
The sound of gunfire woke him from his thoughts. Staying close to the wall he peeked around the corner. Devastator had transformed into his humanoid form and was concentrating all of his firepower on the building that Lennox and Epps were in. Sam knew that they were still inside. He needed to help them, but how? He limped over to safety of the bushes and placed Bee down. He grabbed the Autobot's FAMAS and moved back to the corner.
As he watched, the hotel that the marines were in cracked, then screeched. It was collapsing in on itself. Without thinking Sam stumbled out of his cover and began shouting out. He aimed for the larger Decepticon and fired his gun. Startled but unaffected by the gunfire Devastator turned to see his pathetic assailant. Sam's clip ran dry and he quickly discarded it before replacing it with a new one. The large Decepticon burst into laughter. Devastator raised his cannon, about to obliterate Sam. Suddenly the entire street was in flames and for the third time that day, Sam found himself on his back. Shocked, Sam looked at his gun, then back at the flames.
"Sparkling! Move!"
He rolled onto his side and was greeted by the sight of Breakaway running towards him, Bumblebee's arm slung over his shoulders. Still dazed and confused Sam rose and limped after the older Autobot's Avatar.
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The sorry band of five lounged around the campfire. Sam sighed and moved away from the still unresponsive Bumblebee and sat closer to the fire. His eyes wandered over the catatonic form of Breakaway, whose blue eyes were fixed on the burning embers.
"Breakaway I-" Sam started.
"You want to know what happened today?" the older Autobot smiled, eyes still not leaving the fire.
"Yeah," Sam scratched the stubble under his chin. Breakaway lent forward and pulled something out of his back pocket. Sam frowned at the small rectangle he was handed. "A detonator?"
"Yes, sparkling." He chuckled. "While you and Bumblebee were setting up I was doing some setting up of my own."
"Wait. You mean-" Sam began to grin.
"I put detonation charges all down the street." Sam burst into laughter.
Calming himself down he ended with a sigh and a smile, "So does that mean we killed him?"
Breakaway's expression soured. "I don't think so sparkling. It would take a lot more than that to take that fragger down."
Sam lay back, resting his head on his arms, watching the stars. "I promise you, Breakaway, that I'll take his head off when I get the chance."
The Autobot burst into laughter. "Trust me sparkling, if anyone's going to remove that slag-pile's head, it will be me."
"Oh yeah?" Sam smirked. "You and those pathetic little lumps you call muscles?"
"Well maybe they won't seem so small if I take your head off first?" The older Autobot wrapped his arm around Sam's neck in a mock choke-hold.
"Hey hey hey!" Epps joined in, "Ain't nobody taking off nobody's head! Unless of course I'm invited." Breakaway, Sam and the two marines all roared with laughter, while Bumblebee still huddled in the corner blissfully unaware of his surroundings.
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Okay guys so there it is… My first cereal attempt at a Transformers Fan Fiction… Don't know about you guys but I'm kinda happy about it… *grins inanely* Oh and, in case you hadn't noticed… I don't own Transformers… As much as I would love to… I don't… so there…
Please take the time to review… It would make my day and definitely speed up my work speed and effectiveness… THANKS FOR READING! ! ! ~Auindel