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This is my first Transformer story, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave comments!
A large object slammed down on to the earth's surface, burrowing a few feet in to the earth and sending dirt flying everywhere. The object was metal, dented in a few places, but otherwise intact. The ground shook a little upon impact, but not enough to cause panic in the closest town. The town in question was known as Harrington, Colorado. The town was not well known, mostly owing to the fact that nothing exciting ever happened there. Every now and then there would be troublemakers robbing a bank or stirring up trouble in one of the bars, but other than that, nothing. Since the town was so small and quiet, the police force was small as well. However, that did not mean that there were never any new recruits added to the force.
The newest and only recruit in about a year was Sara Smith. She was a young twenty-seven year old woman with both an attitude and a desire to uphold the law. She had long, wavy strawberry blonde hair with bright blue eyes, though she usually had her hair done up in a ponytail and wore dark sunglasses. It was a strange habit that she had developed after watching her mother return home every day, since she was in the police force as well. However those days had long since passed by, her mother now buried in a cemetery all the way across the country. The day she had died had been a tragic day, filled with grief and a desire for revenge. Her mother had been killed in the line of duty, protecting a mother and her son from harm. She had received a medal for her actions, which was displayed in a glass case in her own home. Ever since that day, Sara had developed a strong desire to serve in the police force like her mother had, though she had not expected to be working in such a quiet town. At least she was still on the police force.
"Another quiet night. I don't even know why they both having someone patrol at this hour" Sara muttered under her breath, slightly annoyed that she was up at midnight. The Chief had decided that there should be at least one officer patrolling the town and the area around it each night. After much discussion, it had been decided that she would be patrolling tonight, much to her disappointment. However, orders were orders, and he was the boss. She was just another unrecognized subordinate in life, but it did not bother her too much. One day she would be at the top of the food chain, giving others orders instead of receiving them herself. One day she would make her mother proud.
Sara gripped the steering wheel as she drove down the road in the dark, turning on her headlights as she exited the town. She no longer had the comfort of houses and streetlights with her as she patrolled the empty land surrounding the town. She always felt nervous leaving the town, afraid that somebody would jump her when nobody was around. It was a feeling she hated, thinking that police officers lived without fear. She shook away the feeling, focusing on the road ahead. The last thing she wanted was to run over a stray animal or even a person. As she drove, the police cruiser she was driving shaking underneath her, she noticed something in the distance. It appeared as if something rather large had buried itself in to the ground, leaving a large hole. Sara felt her nervous and frightened feelings return in an instance, though she continued until she was parked on the side of the road, a few feet away from the object.
Fumbling for her flashlight and small pistol, she opened the door slowing trying to be as quiet as possible as she left the cruiser. The ground underneath her was unstable, possibly because of the crash. Whatever the reason, it gave out, sending the cop falling in to a hole. Sara had the urge to scream, but kept her mouth shut as she hit the ground below. She lost her grip on her pistol and flashlight, hitting the ground hard, leaving her dazed for a few seconds. The flashlight hit the ground hard, breaking upon impact. The light flickered before blacking out, its lens smashed. Suddenly, it was dark, the only noise coming from her cruiser. The soft hum of the engine calmed her down, that is, until it suddenly stopped. Sara froze for a second before scrambling for her pistol, which had fallen a few feet away. As she picked up the metal object, giving it a quick inspection, the sound of an engine startled her. Standing up slowly, she listened for the sound of voices, wondering if someone had spotted her cruiser and came to investigate. The only sound, however, was an engine. Suspicious, Sara found a suitable spot and began to climb out of the hole. As she emerged from the hole, she spotted her police cruiser. It was the way she had left it, believe it or not, running with the door slightly open.
Sara stared at it, confused. Only a second ago she had heard its engine cut off, followed by a strange noise. Here it was, however, still in the same position she had left it. The feeling of suspicion still lingering, she crept over to the cruiser slowly, as if expected someone to jump out and attack. Nothing happened, however, when she opened the cruiser door. In fact it was empty, all of her things gone. It was if somebody had stolen everything, but left the car. Sara felt irritated about the situation, having lost her purse as well as a few other important items. She climbed in to the drivers' seat again, deciding it was better not to dwell on the subject. As she turned the car around, headed back to town, she did not notice the smoke rising from far away.
An hour later, the cruiser was parked in her small garage, Sara having retired to bed. The garage was cramped, boxes almost completely taking over the place. It was silent, aside from the sound of mice scrambling around. A small, brave mouse darted forward towards the cruiser, stopping near one of its front tires. It sniffed the tire before biting down on it with its teeth. Once its teeth made impact, the cruiser suddenly flickered to life moving forward a little, enough to squash the mouse. The mouse made a loud squeaking noise before it was dead, its body splattered on the ground.. The cruiser backed up in to position, dying down again. Outside, the clouds moved, revealing the moon and letting a little of its light through the window of the garage. Now visible, was a strange sign on the front of the cruiser.