TRANSFORMERS
A Different Kind Of Spark
Hi, my name is Emma, and I live in Australia. I'm kind of an ordinary girl…except I just met a giant robot called Optimus Prime! Help! Now my life's not so ordinary after all! OC x ? More OC's x ?
CHAPTER ONE
I stood with my feet firmly planted on the grass, the wind blowing all around me. I wasn't the least bit afraid here, I had been here many times before. It was a place of beauty and peace for me here and, most importantly, of safety. Never had I been harmed in this place, and I knew now that I never again would be harmed in any place. I was strong, and I was fierce…and I was right where I needed to be on the dawn of this new day…the dawning of a new era, one way or the other.
And, most importantly, he was here too. I would never lose him again, not now and not ever. We were a part of each other, two pieces that made up the whole. Sure, we were as different as two parts could be – for I was Yin and he was Yang. I was day and he was night. I was sun and he was moon.
That sort of thing. Almost complete opposites – in more ways then one.
But we made up a whole, and we couldn't exist without each other. We had tried it before, and it just hadn't worked. There was no way we were going to put each other through that sort of pain again. I just couldn't let go, and neither could he.
The sun was rising now and, as I looked over my shoulder at him, he nodded to me. I could see the anticipation rising in his glowing jewel eyes and, of course, his anticipation was my anticipation, so I felt a smile spread across my face.
I knew that my other one was out there, and she was doing exactly what I was doing. There, with her beloved, she raised her hands to the sky.
I turned back to face the rising sun and, as it did, I raised my hands up high, feeling the familiar warmth flowing through me. Rising, sparkling, shining like a thousand suns…
BEEP!! BEEP!!
Groaning in disbelief, and wondering what the hell that sound was, my hand automatically flew out and slapped down on something – hard.
SHATTER!!
"Oh no!" I cried out, fully awake now. My silvery green eyes flew open and I sat bolt upright in bed, turning to my right and staring in disbelief at the shattered remain of my alarm clock – my twenty-seventh alarm clock this year, and it was only the beginning February. School had started just a week ago, and I had already…
"Aurgh!" I let out a strangled-sounding yell, and tried to read the numbers on my shattered time-teller. I couldn't be exactly sure, but I think that it aid 8:15…
"Nooooooo!!!!" I howled, and leapt out of my bed as if it were on fire. 8:15 only gave my fifteen slagging minutes to get ready for school and make it there before the second bell rang!
It was a twenty-five minute trip to school.
Eighteen if I sped.
I could make it in fifteen if I put aside my worries about hitting a few pedestrians.
Somehow, I didn't think that would go over too well with Nenona.
I'll tell you about her later on, okay. Remind me to.
Right then, I was hurrying through my dressing, ripping off my blue and white striped PJ's and throwing on my white shirt, grey skirt, red neck ribbon and black knee socks, all in record time. I grabbed the remnants of my alarm clock, and hurried downstairs with it and into the kitchen.
Jerome was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, and he looked up when I breezed in and threw my alarm clock onto the table. It bounced, making a neat-sized dent in the wood work.
Jerome said in a good-natured tone: "Be careful, Emma, that's an antique." He watched as I downed a glass of orange juice in about three seconds. "Late again, huh?"
"Tell me something I don't know!" I exclaimed, dashing past him again, not angry but just preoccupied. I slid to a stop on stockinged feet in the polished wood hallway, and picked a hairbrush up from the hallway table. I looked at my reflection in the gild-rimmed mirror for about three seconds, brushed my long dark brown hair for even less time, and then threw the brush down, nearly shattering the glass table ("Careful!" Called Jerome, amused now). I grabbed my backpack and keys from the coat rack, and opened the front door.
"Nenona said she'd be home late tonight," Jerome said, coming into the hallway in his work gear – a suit, tie and dress pants. "So she told me to tell you not to wait up for her."
"Okay, thank Jerome!" I said, quickly stepping over to give him a kiss. And then I was gone, racing out the front door as fast as my feet would carry me, and towards my car.
My car. My pride and joy. I couldn't help smiling at it as I got in, and could swear it was smiling back at me (yeah, right). It's nothing special – a white Mitsubishi Lancer, a 2004 model. But I love it – it's belonged to me even since before I could drive it…but when we lived up north that never stepped me! I'd been driving since before I turned ten, and I love the feeling of going fast. Which was exactly what White Fire (Bianca) and I were going to have to do.
Ye, I named my car. Sad, isn't it?
And right now, she and I were doing 80 K/PH in a 50 K/PH zone. It felt good to go fast.
I got out onto the freeway, and eagerly accelerated to 100 K/PH. I pushed down, wanting to go faster, but then I could almost hear Nenona in the back of my mind, telling me to slow down.
Nenona is my guardian, the only mother I've ever known. I owe my upbringing on the farm and my new life in the city to her.
So of course I listened to her now, dropping back to 90 K/PH.
It was a good thing I did. Because, right up ahead of me, there was a three car pileup, what looked like a really bad crash.
Jeez, you'd think they'd have signs up or something.
But, that wasn't the point. The point was, Nenona had been right.
As always.
I smiled to myself, my spirits not dampened (although the sight of the mangled cars was strangely unnerving) and, when I'd gotten out of that zone, I sped up again, and switched on my CD player.
Out of the stereo speakers blasted This Moment, by Disturbed, and I could almost see Nenona frowning in disapproval. That song was followed by New Divide, by Linkin park. They were just starting to sing What I've Done when I arrived at the school.
I sped into the parking lot as fast as I dared (which was pretty fast). I parked across two parking bays, and leapt out, not even bothering to lock Bianca as I slammed the door shut.
"Be good now!" I called to her, as I ran into the school, cursing myself for not wearing a watch.
"Don't ring don't ring don't ring don't ring!" I begged, as I ran down the pathway toward my homeroom. If I didn't make it on time, then I'd get a detention. Simple as that. And, as if that wasn't enough, today was the day of the big car rally up at the race track. The winner got two hundred dollars and a voucher for a free car wash – but it was really just an excuse to go fast.
No way was I missing out on that.
I finally saw the door to my homeroom, about to be shut but the bane of my existence, Mr. Frecklnose. I made a flying leap, diving into the classroom and perfecting a forward roll, ending up facing the class with my hands in the devil's sign (another frown from Nenona). "I'm here!" I announced.
"Yes, we can see that Miss. Pascal," Mr. Frecklenose eyed me in a seething kind of way as I got to my feet. "Now, would you mind telling me why you've parked your vehicle across two parking bays?"
My mouth fell open. "How the slag could you have known that!?" I shouted, causing my classmates to laugh – some of them at me and some of them with me. It's a 50/50 thing, really.
Mr. Frecklnose doesn't like being yelled at – he'll just yell back. Well, so would I. I readied myself for the shouting match that was to come…
And it never came. Because just then, a high pitched, bell-like siren began to ring, and everyone immediately knew what that meant.
"Oh slag, it's the air-raid siren!" I cried, as everyone began to stampede towards the door. I suddenly heard the low sound of jet engines in the distance and, for some reason, my blood ran cold. "And this is not a drill!" I whispered, as we hurried outside and towards the bomb shelter.
We haven't had to use it yet. They haven't used them since the second world war.
This was not a good thing.
The other two hundred students and I, plus the teachers, piled underground and into the bomb shelter, which used to be an old cellar of some description. Around me, some girls were crying, whilst other students talked in whispers. A few of the boys in the corner got out their Nintendo DS's.
All I did was sit there, in the dim light, completely still. I shut my eyes, and focused on the sounds above me.
I couldn't hear anything at first – these bomb shelters are padded thick – but suddenly I could feel something.
BOOM! BOOM!
I drew in a nervous breath. Was this what it was like when all the bombs started going off? Where was my family? Were they safe?
What about my car?
The ground began shaking then, and everyone stopped talking and moving, and held their breaths.
Then, I heard a very different kind of sound. It sounded like a voice, but it was a very different kind of voice.
Here's what it said: "Come any closer and I shoot."
Another voice answered it, and I was very aware of my heart pounding like crazy. "Where is the other half of the All Spark?"
The what? I wondered, and then I was aware that I'd stopped breathing, and so I inhaled sharply, just as the first voice replied: "You'll never get your hands on either of us, you Decepticon fool."
"Big mistake, little lady." The other voice growled.
I suddenly opened my eyes just then, and looked around me in wonder.
But nobody else had seemed to hear the voices.
I wondered if it was just me.