A/N - I don't claim to own anytyhing My this story apart from my oc Mason. Everything else belongs to Naughty Dog and Paramount Pictures. Enjoy!
Mason's POV
"Well 'Bee, looks like we're getting back on the road" While I wasn't happy about moving again I knew this wasn't for me. It was for Tess. The giant yellow robot turned to face me and rolled his optics. Clearly annoyed. "Fine. But this is the last time that we're not staying in one place" "You said that the other six times we've had to move. Tess needs us 'Bee" "Just because she's your creator doesn't mean you owe her anything" The 5 metre tall robot transformed into a 1977 Chevy Camaro Z/28.
"Oh my god 'Bee, she's my aunt not my 'creator'. You need to teach me cybertronian terminology... We've known each other for 8 years and I still struggle to understand what you say." I walked up to the yellow Camaro which had black racing stripes on it too. However there was rust and faded yellow all over the car. I opened the door and sat in the rather comfy black and yellow racing seats.
"Man I have to admit, this older Camaro is way cooler then the newer one you were before this started." 'Bee' s voice came out of the radio as he spoke next. "It helps, no one would suspect an old, rusty car. But if i were to pull up in a brand new one, i'm pretty sure they would get at least a tiny bit suspicious."
I chuckled a bit and wrapped my fingers around the black leather steering wheel. It felt comfortable. I looked down a bit and noticed the dusty symbol of the 'Autobots'. I used my finger to push all the dust off and sighed deeply. "Are yousure you're the last one 'Bee?" There was a long pause. "I've sent out signals to every planet and solar system in my knowledge... It's been 10 years and no one's responded. Not even Optimus."
As he was saying this I listened closely and I could swear that I heard what sounded like regret laced in his words. "Bee it wasn't your fault, you were just doing what you thought was right. You can't blame yourself for that." He sighed deeply and I sat back into the seat, pressed down on the clutch and put one of my hands on the gear shift. I got used to the feeling of the metal gear shift and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and focused. The world around me started to slow down and it was only me, the car and the road. My father's words flooded my mind.
"Press down all the way onto the clutch pedal and keep your foot there." I remember doing as my father asked perfectly. "Well done kiddo! Now, when i say i want you to slowly release the clutch and I don't want you touching the gas pedal yet okay?" My younger self nodded very quickly. I remember being filled with excitement, feeling like nothing else existed. Just me and the car.
"Okay. Wait for it..." I saw my dad looking at the makeshift stop lights we made in the parking lot. It was just a tower of stacked boxes which were painted in different colours. Red, Amber and Green.
Of course the lights didn't work but it felt cool. "Now!" I slowly released the clutch and it was very anticlimactic. The car went from 1 to 5 miles per hour in like 3 seconds. That's turtle pace. But my younger self didn't care, i remember smiling so wide that it hurt after i stopped the car. There's no feeling like driving.
I snapped my eyes open. I yanked the gear shift into 1st gear and slammed onto the accelerator. I was gritting my teeth and my eyebrows were narrowed. The front of the car lifted off the ground by about 30 centimetres. I left a huge cloud of smoke behind and just drove.
I ran through the gears, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th. The V8 engine roared and the supercharger squealed in the background. While keeping my eyes on the road i took out a CD from the glove box and loaded it into the radio. The CD was filled with all types of songs. From Eminem to Alan Walker and even some old instrumentals. While the CD itself was over 20 years old, 'Bee still figured out how to play it without making it skip. The song that was playing was Rap God by Eminem. By now I knew every word and could even do the fast part flawlessly. 4 years of listening to the same song does that to you.
"Bee open my window!" I had to almost yell because the sound of the engine and the supercharger consumed me. The window opened and i stuck my arm out the window and started fist pumping while screaming "WOOOHOOOO". Once i stopped and relaxed back into the seat i heard a low chuckle come out from the radio in the background of the song that was playing.
"What? This is so cool. It's like impossible to not get excited" "You're only 15 and you're probably a better driver than I am. And i've been doing this for 30 years" I laughed a bit and decided to change the subject. "So how far away are we from Boston?" There was a slight pause. "Well, we just drove out of Hartford, Connecticut so 118 miles. It would be 96 but the highway is blocked." I nodded and just pushed the gas pedal down harder. I checked the speedometer and we were going 167 mph. I smiled as the needle went further into the red.
Tess's POV
Joel and I were on either sides of the door into an office as Robert was aiming at the doorway. I looked over at Joe and he didn't even look scared. He just looked very pissed and annoyed "Get Back! Get the fuck back!" I heard Robert yell as he shot a few rounds into the door frame.
I rolled my eyes and decided to ask nicely. "We just wanna talk Robert" I said rather calmly. "We an't got fuckin' nothin' to talk about!" Joel rolled his eyes. "Put your gun down!" I tried again and moved closer towards the door. He just shot again. "Go fuck yourself" He threw the pistol at us because he was empty. Joel and I charged into the office and started chasing after him. "Robert!" "Screw you Joel!" Robert replied to Joel.
As Robert was running he shut the door behind him so i turned to Joel "Joel - This way!" He ran towards the door and kicked it down with one leg. We kept running and ended up chasing him into a series of alleyways and other warehouses. "C'mon C'mon" I heard Joel say in front me. We both jumped through a window and when we landed on the other side i smile. Robert was swearing and shaking the gate with all his might but it stayed locked.
"Hello, Robert" He chuckled humorlessly and turned back toward us. "Tess. Joel." He walked a bit closer and continued. "No hard feelings, right" He said which didn't sound like a question. More like a statement.
Once he started getting a bit too close i decided to pick up a baseball bat which was laying down just in case. He started to run so i slammed the bat against his shins and watched him face plant into the concrete. He was making up excuses so i just cut to the chase. "The guns. You wanna tell us where the guns are?" I looked away from him to Joel who was casually leaning against the wall with a look of complete boredom on his face.
"It's complicated okay..." After he said that Joel shook his head, stood to his full height and kicked him in the face. Then he knelt over him and took his right arm. He put it in a position which applied a tiny bit of stress but didn't particularly hurt. However one move and Robert's arm would be very, very broken. Robert started panicking so i tried again.
"Who. Has. Our. Guns?" "I can't" After that he made up even more excuses which just annoyed Joel even more. So Joel snapped his arm and there was a sickening crack. Robert started screaming. "It's the fireflies, i sold them to the fireflies"
Me and Joel got up and shook our heads. "Let's go kill those fireflies!" I looked at Joel and then back at Robert. "That, is a stupid idea" and emptied 2 rounds into his brain. Now Joel wasn't even pissed, he was just tired by now. "What now?" I got an idea "We go find a firefly". Then Joel started looking past me into the shadows which intrigued me so I turned around and saw a hunched over figure limping towards us with one hand on their stomach. "You won't have to look very far"
Joel smirked "Well well well, we look for a firefly and we find ourselves the queen firefly." She asked for Robert so i took a step to the side and revealed his body to her. She let out a hollow chuckle and we started negotiating about how we can get our guns back.
"You want 'em back? You're gonna have to earn 'em" This intrigued me. "I need something smuggled out of the city. You do that and i'll give you your guns back." I looked at Joel and then back to her. Joel stepped forward with his arms crossed and spoke. "Way i hear it the military's been wiping you out." Then we heard a soldier coming toward us and Marlen. Or the 'queen' said. "I gotta move, What's it gonna be?" "I wanna see those guns." She nodded and waved for us to follow her.
