Chapater One
AN: So, I'm starting a new thing… again. Ugh, this ADD is getting on my last nerves with not finishing things -.- Oh well… I have recently obtained Fall of Cybertron, and I must say, I found favourite characters in those I least expected, mostly Jazz and Swindle (and by extension, Bruticus). If you haven't played that game… for a fan of Transformers, it is the story we always wanted and finally got.
Enough of my blabbering… Here's my latest story!
Disclaimer: I'll just let this apply to the entire story, seeing as you don't read a new story chapter two and beyond. I don't own the Transformers Franchise, just my game, Decepticon T-shirt, various toys and my season one TFP disc… eheheh…
And nor do I own the games that I mention… just one of the costumes…
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Three kids stood outside in a park, playing pretend. Though, saying kids was an understatement. The oldest was eighteen, making her a legal adult in their country of origin, while her two brothers were sixteen and thirteen.
What they were playing required them to dress up; two of them wore long black coats with chains on the front and a black hood. The oldest had on a white hair wig, and while her costume required a black band across her eyes, she wore glasses making that impossible without causing pain to her face. The older of the two brothers also wore the black coat, but he had his brown hair slicked back a little, and then had it wavy spiked up in the back.
Those two were playing as characters from a video game series, Kingdom Hearts. The girl was playing as a character named Riku, while her brother was playing as a character named Lexaeus. Their little brother had on a very different outfit, one from a very famous videogame. He had on a white turtleneck, and over that was a green tunic. He had on a long green hat, and brown pants. He was playing as the famous character Link from the legend of Zelda series.
By the fence were several bags, two belonging to the oldest, two belonging to the middle brother, and one belonging to the youngest. The sister's bags contained various things; her laptop and one game for it, iPad, iPod nano, cords of various sorts, a few notebooks, her ocarina, favourite Xbox game and her DS and games for that. All in all, she carried with her what she thought she needed to keep on her.
The middle sibling had in one bag, though marginally smaller than the other bags, his diabetic equipment; needles to draw blood with, test strips, glucose meter, insulin vials, insulin pens and a juice box in case he went low. In his other bag, he had a laptop as well, cords, iPod nano, DS and games, and his favourite book on world war two.
The youngest sibling had in his one bag his DS system, favourite stuffed penguin named Piplup which was worse for wear; his head had to be sewn back on at least twice before, and his journal and some pens.
The three siblings had intended to spend the entire day outside, seeing as it was such a beautiful day, and the younger two had been forced outdoors by their older sister, who also acted as guardian for them. Their parents had died recently, leaving the oldest as legal guardian of the younger two.
While it was a sad day that both parents died, she was glad that she had been able to keep her brothers. Together, the three siblings make an amazing team, one hard to beat.
They played in their respective costumes and roles for a few more minutes, before the oldest two began to lose interest. Not that they wanted to; the oldest had ADD, while the middle one had ADHD. The youngest just shrugged and went along with it; and took his spare change of clothes into the park's bathroom to change. Each had brought a spare set of clothes because, while the youngest wasn't that bad in the sun, the older two's costumes were all black, even though you couldn't see most of it, the underneath clothes were black too.
When the youngest had changed and returned, the older brother went to change his clothes. Meanwhile, the youngest was opening his bag, pulling out his DS and settling under a tree for the shade. As the older two switched so the oldest was now changing, two vehicles pulled up in the park's parking lot; a hefty blue truck and a sleek red sports car.
"I can't believe Lord Megatron has us capturing three small, annoying flesh bags for him," a voice came from the red car. In all truth, it was the red car that was talking.
The blue truck just made a grunting noise, and then responded after a few minutes. "So, which one do you wanna take?" he asked, knowing that his companion would only dare take one into his interior.
The red car scowled at the thought, but risking not doing as Lord Megatron asked was a risk he wouldn't dare take. He watched the three flesh bags closely, deciding which one wasn't the most disgusting. It wasn't an easy task, they all were. He grumbled at the thought, but finally decided. "Fine, I'll take the smallest one." His companion just grunted in agreement; there was no arguing with his friend right now; and besides, he wouldn't let the other know this, but the older human mech was much stronger looking than the other mech. He couldn't care less about the femme; she looked weak, but she was what appeared to be the leader of the trio.
"Knock Out, when do you want to act?" the blue truck asked his friend.
The red car let his engine idle, "Soon, Breakdown. Wait for them to walk over here."
While the two brothers were busy, one on a laptop, the other on a DS, their sister had been car watching. She couldn't help herself; she had a thing for some cars, especially Corvettes. Corvettes were her favourite, especially the older ones. The newer ones were nice, but the coke bottle design of some of the older ones were really good looking in her eyes.
She scanned the parking lot and the road; no Corvettes to drool over right now. However, there was a fairly alright looking red car across the park that caught her attention. It didn't have as many curves as she liked in a car, but it was better than the white Challenger a few cars down.
Beside the red sports car was a fairly big, blue truck. Initially, she had planned to get a big truck, then save up for a Corvette, so she knew a good truck when she saw one. She rolled over on the grass, staring up at the leaves of the tree they were under. The sunlight was penetrating through in a few spots, but mostly the leaves caught the sunlight and looked like they were glowing. It was quite nice and peaceful, something they hadn't had in a long time.
"Michael, can you test, please?" the sister asked the oldest brother. He nodded, grabbed the smaller bag of his and brought out the various things needed to test his blood sugar level. He held a pen shaped tool to his finger and pressed a button. The needle inside dropped down, pricking his fingertip and drawing blood.
The red car had noticed this, and was slightly confused. He knew the basics of what the human was made of; and as far as he knew, blood, the humans equivalent of Energon, was supposed to not be taken out of the body.
The blood was drawn from the fingertip, and immediately, a small device with a thin strip sticking out of the top was brought to the bleeding finger. The thin strip soaked up the blood the moment it had made contact, and the brother had to cover the top of the device to see what it had said.
"5.8, Kirstin," the brother told his sister.
She nodded at her brother, and looked at the other one; he was so peaceful, propped up against the tree playing his game. "Travis," she said, getting the younger one's attention. "Time to pack up, time to go get some dinner."
The youngest nodded, and slipped the DS in his back pack. He slung it over his shoulder and began to wait for the other two. Their sister didn't take too long to gather her laptop bag and shoulder bag, while the middle sibling took the longest; not that the other two were surprised.
When all was packed up, they made their way to the parking lot. The park was quiet; not a soul was there, which was odd, considering that it was a Saturday. Their car, a red sedan, sat beside the blue truck Kirstin had eyed earlier.
As they walked past the red sports car, Kirstin stopped. "Hey Michael, how about this type of car? Sporty enough?" she asked, pointing to said car.
"It's alright, I guess. Must be an import, I don't recognize the make." When Michael said he didn't recognize the make, it was only a few times. The problem with the older two siblings with cars was that Michael liked the sharper corners, while Kirstin liked more curves. "I really like that Challenger over there, though it could have this paint job and detailing. That'd be cool."
"I guess. It'd also look good on a Corvette. Whatever, lets go," she said, and grabbed Travis' arm, leading him along.
With their backs turned to them, Knock Out and Breakdown decided that it was then that they would grab the three humans. They decided to activate their holoforms, something Knock Out had designed for the Decepticon's commanding officers if they ever should need it. He also had Breakdown receive one, mostly because they were the two who interacted with the human race the most, even if they detested it greatly.
Knock Out stepped out in front of the trio, while Breakdown stood behind.
Kirstin cocked her head to the side slightly. "Can we help you?"
Knock Out grinned, while the trio heard a dark chuckle behind them. All three of them had pounding hearts at this; Kirstin and Travis were scared, and Michael stood up in front of them. The had backed towards the park, slowing walking away. However, every time they moved, Knock Out and Breakdown seemed to take twice the distance.
Michael narrowed his eyes at the two approaching. "Leave us alone," he said in a strong voice, getting his fists ready in case he needed to fight. However, before he had time to think, Breakdown had somehow managed to grab his hands and held them tight.
Kirstin and Travis realized what had happened, and instead of running away like they should have, they went to help their brother. Travis tried as hard as he could, but he couldn't land a single hit on the one holding their brother. His sister wasn't much better, as the moment she went in for a hit, she was grabbed by Knock Out.
She struggled, but his grip was much stronger than he himself appeared to be. Knock Out looked at the femme, then at the small mech trying to attack Breakdown. "Change of plans Breakdown, I'll grab this one," Knock Out said with a smirk, and dragged Kirstin to his alt mode. She wrestled the entire way, but was shoved violently into a vehicle a few seconds later. She watched as her two brothers were dragged into the blue truck; fearing for the worst.
Knock Out has having a hard time deciding if he should knock her out for the ride or not; while she had initially had struggled, she hadn't made a move or noise since they began to drive. All she did was stare out the window at the rear view mirror, watching Breakdown behind them. She was concerned for her brothers, that much was evident.
Breakdown had taking no time in knocking out the two human mechs he had in him; he didn't want any disturbances while driving to the coordinates of an energon mine. "Hey Knock Out, is the human knocked out?"
When Kirstin heard the voice come through the radio, she jumped at first, but then settled down and kept watching the side mirror.
"No, she's not. She's as quiet as Soundwave is, though. Strange, I thought all humans were loud and obnoxious," Knock Out replied, glancing at the femme. She was strange; she commanded a certain air around her, and yet, when cornered, she let her brother stand up for her. All in all, she reminded him of a certain flier.
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AN: I really didn't want to stop writing that chapter, but I suppose I should stop some time or another. Anyways, really boring first chapter, I know. But, it will hopefully get better over time. Well, reviews, faves or even follows would make my day.
