I never thought I'd be here. Never thought I'd be this desperate. I never thought...
The car was a beauty. Bright red Lamborgini with racing stripes down the side. An identical car with a yellow paint job parked next to it had twin black lines trailing it's body in place of the racing stripes.
"Ready Spike?" The hooded man next to me asked.His whole self smelled of alcohol and stale clothes.
Duke was that kind of man. He liked the hooded gangster look that most people only knew as rich, famous rappers with gold teeth and heavy jeweled necklaces adorning their necks. Spike...I had to laugh. I was no longer myself as I had been not a week before. I was a South End Serpent now. The most well known, and most feared gang in the city. This little fiasco you have found me in is my initiation exam. My job? Hot wire two Lamborginis and take 'em to the chop shop, do some modifying and make two new street racers for Duke.
I'd seen these kinda cars a lot in the past few months. The people I hung around liked these kinda cars. That and drugs (anything to get the high), money (no matter where it came from), and girls (the sluttier the better). None of it appealed to me as the others, but the security of the group did. And they asked only a little from me. Mostly I fixed their cars up so they could street race. Most of the parts I use on them are stolen from stores or even parked cars. I didn't really care. I was safe within the group...or so I thought. After some family troubles I went out looking for anyone who would take me in and not ask any questions of me. Let me work in peace and let me have my head laid low with only my lonesome self to keep company. I'd never be able to support myself like my Dad was able to, just being a grease monkey with only two years of High School completed.
As I walked towards the cars all my anxieties about the whole situation made me want to puke. The Cars were parked in the alley between an abandoned Textile Mill and an old Publishing building that recently went out of business about a month ago. It made me nervous to think how strange it looked for these kinda cars to be out here alone without even so much as a car alarm. This had to be a set up. These cars were probably Dukes and he'd put them here just for the exam. The thought was comforting, but I was sceptically about it. Duke would never let me hot wire one of his jewels. An old junker maybe, but never cars of this quality. Also the thought of having to hot wore two cars and get them to the shop without anyone seeing made everything spin out of proportion. I didn't even have a driver's license. I'd only been behind the wheel of a car in Drivers Ed and my teacher said I should get a private tutor seeing as I was way behind the rest of the class. Fuck him, I say. He knew shit.
"Go." Duke said as he flicked away a partially smoked cigerette. I jumped up from my crouching position and stalked over the yellow Lambragini. Yellow stood out on well lit streets, but there was only a few street lamps on. The Mayor didn't see any reason in wasting money lighting up a place only people like us hanged out. I put my hand on the door handle and pulled on it waiting for the feeling of the inner workings to catch and open. As soon as they did I swung the door open and hoped onto the drivers seat and fumbled through the wires. After two trys I got it to start but the sickening feelings and anxieties of the whole mission still lingered.
"Hey!" A voice barked close to my ear. "What are doing!" I jumped, my heart racing a mile a minute, thinking the owner or even a cop had seen me and the others had ran off. But I still saw Dukes sillouette behind the trash cans.
"What are you doing Spike?" Duke whispered impatiently.
"I...I..did you-" I stammered.
"Spike?" The voice again. "That's your name? Well get your filthy fleshy fingers off my wires!"
My heart skipped a beat when I realizeed the voice was coming from inside the car. Not just inside the car, but out of the stereo's speakers! Suddenly the whole car began to shiver and shake. I bailed out of the car just in time to see the car stand up. OK, I probably lost you there, right? Well it did! It just stood up like a person getting their ass off the living room sofa. The whole shape of the Lambragini began to change and shift like those cheap asian robot toys I used to get for $1 at the store. The ones you could never figure out how to transform and ended up breaking an arm or leg off trying to get it's head up from the chest cavity. A face an two glowing yellow eyes peared down at me. If my bladder had been full I'd have pissed all over myself at that moment, for sure. I had just come face to face with my very first Cybertronian, my first Transformer.