My love for Transformer grew stronger over the past 6 months, and i'm itching to write one. Teehee. Now i have a whole month before going back to school, i would like to present you this! This story has been floating inside my head for months. I am a rookie in writing but i have polished this one over and over again, so that you guys can really enjoy it :D
This idea came because i've seen many stories that tells about how pathetic the main character's life are. Some of it was really good, but come on, it's too dark. Even they think themselves are worthless and waste everyone's time. So i'm thinking that i could make quite the opposite of that. Here, Chloe, is a happy-go-lucky girl that always think positive about what happened to her. But great personalities don't just come around, of course she've been through a lot. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, does it? :)
Okay enough with the chitty-chatty, enjoy! :D
DISCLAIMER : I do not own Transformers and the characters inside. I only own my little family in there and my plot.
SUMMARY : They say, bad things happened because it's a punishment, and good things happened as a reward. My father said, things happened because of reasons. I might be one of the unlucky kids in this country, but this misfortune had brought me to the best things beyond what i could've imagined. Even though i had a really dark past, I enjoy every little moment i had. I couldn't just spend my life crying, i would regret that. I don't live long enough compared to millenia-years-old robots. I still want to live, but this is my final countdown.
Final Countdown
Chapter 1 : Conflicts
"Three more years...", I sighed.
I glanced the starry sky above, and the peaceful city below. I enjoyed every second of this sight in front of me. Such beauty and silence made my mind peaceful. I think that's why they called this city Tranquility. Passing cars were the only noise that disturbed the tranquility of this rural place. The darkness somehow calming, and the night wind was soothing. If I'm going to leave in thr ee years, there's no doubt I would miss this feeling.
These years I've been in misery, but this feeling made me realize that not all things in my life were that bad. Sure, my parents died and I've been bullied at school, those were one of bad things that happened in my life. Besides, the bully was a common thing in teenager. Who hasn't been bullied at school? I bet everyone had even though just for a milisecond in their life. Other good things were I still had my uncle that keep me and some students that respected me, which was nice.
I couldn't keep bragging about my dreaded life just because of misfortunes I got. There were tons of child who were more unlucky than me, and here I'm still happy to be alive. If those kids could take it, why couldn't I just smile and face the world?
At least, that's what I believed this whole time.
"Chloe, you stayed up late again, didn't you?", Jacob, my father's little brother was busting the door to wake me up. He couldn't even bother waiting for my response.
"JACOB! A LITTLE PRIVACY PLEASE!", I threw a pillow at him. Bullseye, it directly hit his face. He only stood in silence before he got rampageous at me and grabbed my foot.
"I've tried various ways to wake you up today, and I'm not going to do it again if this one fails!", he tried to pull my feet but I fought back. I loosened the grip, but he managed to grabbed other foot. He pulled my feet and almost made me fell off the bed.
"Okay! Okay! I'm up!", I yelped. Face of victory emerged from his face. Damn, this guy didn't give up easily. He went down to the kitchen and told me to get breakfast after I shower. Pfft, he didn't have to tell me to eat. I could eat the whole refrigerator if I want to.
After a cold nice shower, the sight of delicious food had welcomed me. Jacob was a natural cook, and so was my father. Too bad I didn't heritage the talent. Heck, having me in the kitchen would be a disaster. Once I tried to cook bacon and it became pitch black thingy that tasted horrible but still smelled delicious. Soon after that Jacob found out and he yelled at me because I wasted a fine bacon. My bad.
"Sorry, I can't take you to school again", I nodded. He was busy, and I acknowledged it. I didn't want to bother his life with unnecessary things. He sipped the coffee while reading the newspaper. Mostly about terrorrist in Qatar that happened lately.
"Why would you even read the newspaper, you know that's not a terrorrist doing", after I said that, he sighed and dropped his newspaper.
"That's the same as 'Why would you study at school even though you already know it all with that big brain of yours'. Yeah, something like that", he shrugged.
"Hey, I still want to enjoy little things in my life. School is part of it", I narrowed my eyebrow.
"And I just want to enjoy my newspaper, little lady", he sipped his coffee again.
Yeah, Jacob was kind a laid-back guy. Even though he's my uncle, he's more like big brother I never had. He also didn't mind if I call him like that, he said it could make us more closer. I couldn't agree more. His childish but kind personality, make my little family shines every morning.
When I thought that my day could be a good one, sudden typhoon appeared. Trent. He who shall not let me pass this school gate unless I did something for him. How wonderful that I was the one who met him first, and not run away after. Stupid me.
"Hey there, ginger", he approached me with that swag looks of his. Ugh I just wanna punch him in the face for calling me ginger. Sure, my hair was red and I was born with it which made me a redhead. But come on, ginger? That's lame.
"Hey, Trent. Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Goodbye!", I rushed and passed the school gate, but he pulled my shoulder and made me look at him.
"Whoa, whoa, wait. Who say you can pass? Come on, I have a favor", I sighed. I knew this was going to happen.
"Alright Trent, waddya want?", I crossed my hands over my chest, waiting for answer. I hope his favor isn't too hard to do, because I had another important thing to do at the moment.
"Mikaela kinda left me at the last lake party and I thought you should be with me now", he grabbed my waist and pulled it towards him so that we looked like two lovebirds wanna hug each other. His hand also moved around my bottom and pinch it a little. "I always get what I want, and now you're mine"
Ew. This man was despicable.
I freed myself, and slapped him hard enough to make him stunned. That's gotta be hurt but he deserved it. No one can touch me freely ever again. It was hard for me to get over my past and there's no way he's gonna treat me like that
"Au revoir, perdant (Good bye, loser)", I waved at him. Mocking someone in other language was fun. You basically could say anything, and no one would understand you.
Ahh Lunchtime. My favorite moment at this school. There's nothing better than enjoying your lunch peacefully at the cafeteria.
Bzzz... Bzzz...
I said, peacefully.
Bzz... Bzz...
Oh god, I should have keep the phone on silent. I picked up the phone, it turned out somebody tried to call me over and over. It's Jacob, why would he call me at this time? "Hello?"
"Chloe, we need help with the big brain of yours"
"What? More hacks? You can handle it, you're the one-"
"Okay, enough. We are running out of time, and I need you to investigate it. Whatever they want, they are getting it"
"Okay, okay, I just need a quiet place so that nobody will see- Wait, is this line even secured?"
"Duh, it's secured. Now act quick, it's emergency!", he yelled across the phone.
I rushed into some place quiet and hidden, and make sure that no one could heard me. I also put a bluetooth handsfree on my ear so that I could use both my hands to do my job. When I found a perfect place – gymnastic warehouse – I turned on my laptop and start processing the data Jacob gave me.
Sector 7 Secret Files.
A few days ago, I only got the sound signal that hacked the SOCCENT Forward Operation Base in Qatar, which lead me to a huge question mark because I had no idea what that was. Jacob told me that NSA's working at full capacity to analyze it, but they still didn't have any clue.
Right now I had another sound signal that exactly had the same frequency that hacked into Air Force One. They hacked the Air Force One's firewall in 10 seconds, even a supercomputer with brute force attack would take 20 years to do that. There were basically no beings on earth that could did that, unless they were some kind of living organisms that evolve on its own with the DNA-based computer. I knew that sounded crazy, but when I told Jacob that, he told me to check the videos he gave me.
"Holy shit, is that...", I cursed as soon as I saw the sight in the middle of a war in Qatar. It was freaking giant metal scorpion shooting missiles into people.
"Yeah, that's the thing we're familiar with"
"If you already know who the culprits are, why would you bother asking me investigate this thing!?"
"Chloe, relax. Now the sector seven are trying to persuade the Secretary of Defense in Pentagon to work with us. But, we still haven't known what they are after!"
"Okay, let me do my magic", I analyzed all things from the sound signal. Encrypted it over and over until I got what I want.
The doorknob moved, and I could see the shadow below the door. My heart pounded, and I think I would have a heart attack. There's no fucking way a person just wanna barge in when I'm doing this serious stuff. What if they got me wrong!? I'm not in the mood to explain what I'm doing, and these things were a fucking top secret! I turned off my laptop, packed my things, and hide.
When that person opened the door, I swiftly got out of the warehouse and ran away.
"Any good news?"
"Here, listen. I've analyzed that they looked into the project Iceman, and that means, they are going to find the NBE-1! Not to mention that freaking cube!", I almost yelled across the hall but I kept my voice low.
"We don't share NBE-1's location in anything, it's completely secret. How would they find it?"
"Dude, they are supercomputer beings, they're not dumb. From what I've analyzed, Captain Witwicky's glasses have a coordinate imprinted on the surface. I've matched the coordinate and it IS in the Hoover Dam! Where's the glasses? We need to secure it"
"We don't have the glasses. It belongs to the Witwicky boy"
"Wait, Witwicky. I knew that person! He's the one that reports about his great-great grandfather! I saw that glasses once, I remember it! He technically selling those things left by his great-great grandfather"
"Which is why he sells those things in eBay, and the aliens will hunt him down because eBay page has his information"
"Oh shit you're right, I gotta do something", I hung my phone and ran across the hall.
I needed to find him, quick.
To Be Continued..
A/N : Phew, that took longer than i expected! Anywho. Do you like it guys? Tell me about your opinion. Oh yeah, i'm sorry if there are any mistakes on phrases, or typos. Human makes mistakes *grin*.
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