Hi!
This plot bunny hit me when I was listening to Move Along by the All American Rejects (love that song!!). Anyway, this is my first story ever so no flames please! But constructive criticism is welcomed.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Transformers. So please don't sue.
Italics: thoughts
[Normal POV]
Ironhide cruised down the city streets toward the energy signature blinking on the map. Another Autobot perhaps? Maybe a Decepticon. Ironhide actually hoped it was a Decepticon so he could fight a bit. The old warrior hadn't done any of what he was born to do for a while. Ironhide continued toward the energy signature, then suddenly found that it was moving. Ironhide growled to himself and picked up his pace to follow it. He decided to get in front of it so he switched streets and pulled into a small alley, waiting for the 'bot or 'con to pull in.
Sierra Hawkins
Age: 14, Height: 5'6"
Appearance: Long, straight black hair, gray-blue eyes, fit
Clothes: dark blue jeans, light blue hoodie, white tank top with large blue flowers
[Sierra POV]
I sprinted down the street, my backpack almost bouncing off of my back. I took a quick glance behind me and spotted the two cars chasing after me. I pushed past many people and made a sharp turn around a corner, going onto the next street. My throat burned from running for so long, and I couldn't feel my legs anymore. My heart was pounding as I turned yet another corner, but found myself in a small alley. I kept running, but skidded to a stop when one of the cars pulled into the alley. I immediately turned around, but found another car coming in from the other side. I looked at both of the cars coming fast toward me, and I backed up slowly, my eyes darting from car to car. Something behind me gently pushed me forward, and I turned around to see a giant black GMC Topkick. A small gust of heat came out of the grill, as if it was trying to comfort me. I kept backing up, and held on tight to the Topkick behind me. The two cars came to a screeching halt on both sides of me, and several rather large looking men stepped out from each vehicle. From the eerie moonlight, I could faintly make out a frail shape of a woman step out of a car as well. The mistress. My grip on the truck behind me tightened, and I was just waiting for someone to come out and help me. The large men were now five feet away on both sides of me, and my breathing got even more rapid that it already was. Somebody help me! The mistress's evil cackling cut through the cold, night air.
"Think you could escape me, did you?" she sneered. I didn't say anything.
"Your coming back with me now Sierra Hawkins," demanded the mistress. I didn't move a muscle.
"Move, now," she said, with a deadly edge in her voice. "Hey Joe, get rid of that truck behind her."
"Yes ma'am," replied "Joe". Joe began to walk toward the truck, but the truck suddenly burst into movement. The hood split in half and parts began shifting and rearranging themselves. We all stood there awestruck until the shifting stopped, and the truck had become a towering, giant robot of some sort. Its bright blue "eyes" glowed into the dark of the night.
"She's not going anywhere," said the robot in a low, deep, gravelly, basso voice that was clearly masculine. The robot moved in front of me, blocking anyone's path towards me. I, surprisingly, wasn't all that scared. I hid behind the robot's left leg and peered out from behind it. The mistress was staring dumbstruck at my robot savior and the men had backed up a couple of feet. Suddenly the robot whipped out two HUGE cannons that were mounted on his forearms. One glowed orange and the other glowed blue. He aimed one at each group of people. A few tense seconds followed before the men and the mistress rushed back into their cars and tore out of the alley. The robot nodded, harrumphed, and powered down his cannons. I sighed in relief, but immediately tensed up again when I remembered the giant robot in front of me. He slowly turned around and faced me. My legs suddenly felt like jello and I became very dizzy. I stumbled forward, and began to fall. Only I never hit the ground. A strangely warm metal hand caught me, and lifted me up, high off of the ground. My vision had worsened to an unfocused blur now, and my thinking became slow and hazy. My body was unresponsive, but my ears were still functioning properly.
"Are you alright?" asked the robot.
"Mm…tired…" I muttered. The robot began transforming with me in his hand, and before I could process anything that was happening, the next thing I knew I was lying down in the warm cab of a Topkick. I let my body take over, and I fell asleep instantly.
[Ironhide POV]
Why was the tiny energy signature coming from the girl? What did that mean?
"Ratchet to Ironhide. Report," came Ratchet's voice through the radio.
"Ironhide here," I replied. "Found what was giving off the signature, but... you should just take a look at this."
"Fine. Ratchet out."