Post Movie verse, interesting twist to the Allspark Saga. CharliexOptimus Rated T. Hope you enjoy. Please review. Disclaimer: I don't own Transfomers, Hasbro, just the imagination to expand on the fantasy.
Charlie breathed in as she squeezed through the small gap in the huge factory doors. Everyone she knew told her that one day she'd land in deep with her mostly illegal nocturnal wanderings, still as she had chosen a delectable solitary life of an artist that wasn't many people.
'Wow' she thought, the not inconsiderable amount of trouble she'd taken to get into this place was worth it. Quickly she looked around and found a rusting drum to seat her as she worked. The light was fantastic, twenty minutes more and it would be gone. Propping her pad across her knee she began to draw. The large windows taking shape as her pencil flew across the page. As she did this she memorised the hues and shades of the fading day.
She could almost see the men, long gone now, who had worked here, and she drew them in her mind, grime slick on their sweating bodies, shadowed by the furnaces which had been their livelihoods. Seeing the empty spaces once again filled with the huge fires that spewed the white hot metal, pounded by human strength, into the huge girders for the skyscraper boom, that golden age was long gone and the men who toiled here with it, leaving this place unused, exposed to the elements and rotting into nothing.
The only sounds in this quiet, crumbling monolith to industry was the squeaking of rats, the wind whistling through the missing panes and running free through the building, and occasionally the sound of metal as it quit it's rotting position and clattered to it's new resting place.
She sucked in her breath as the huge doors clanged open and quickly ducked down behind the barrel she'd been sitting one, quietly packing her art stuff away. Mildly cursing, "Shit", maybe this was her time to get into the trouble her friends had warned her about. The roar of engines flowed past her and ceased some distance beyond her.
Charlie peered around the barrels but the gloom had increased in depth so that she could not see past a couple of feet. Deciding that now was a good time as any to leave, she surreptitiously, moved around and past her previous position, keeping to the walls that were as much a friend to her as they were to whoever had invaded the factory.