In to the Dust

Here is some background information on how i thought of writing this. I first want to say that I am a HUGE starscream fan and I love reading his fanfictions.

I was going to make one of my own but then i thought "I would only be taking parts of others and sticking it in". It felt very... overdone. So That

is when Knockout came into play. I was never into him that much till a few days ago. He has a very strong personality and I have found no fan-fiction dealing with him and a human. I believe it would make a very fun story.

Please enjoy this story and feel free to help me along.

The sun was high over the dry mountains of Jasper, Nevada. It was the middle of fall with its unbearable heat. Steam was climbing off the sand trying to

escape the heat. The only animals around were only lizards and even those were rare when water was sucked dry. The land was a giant welcome sign

saying "Welcome to the driest state in America". Hardly anyone came to Jasper, unless they had family members or grew up around here. There was nothing there

that was fun.

You could find most teens hanging out around the K.. That was where Liz was hanging out as she slurped down her strawberry milkshake.

Around her loud jocks and their cheerleader girlfriends laughed and goofed off. Some blond was whispering into the red hair man's ear. Probably some random rumor going

going around about a major breakup in the media. Nothing that Liz cared about or wanted to listen to. Brushing her brown hair back, she moved the straw in her drink around in a circle. Creamy strawberry

clung to the straw. Liz had light brown hair with matching brown eyes that were a tad darker then her hair. Her frame was not extremely skinny, but she was still couple sizes under a plus size.

Fashion was not something that she kept up with but still liked to look good in front of others. Even when she was out running in the dry air and hot gravel. She made sure that she ran every day, even if it reached 120F

outside. She loved the feeling of speed and the outside world, plus it gave her a nice tan. Most people around town stayed inside where it was less hot.

Liz was one of the few that got good grades in her high school back home. She didn't want to let on what she did after class. Before she moved out to Jasper, she lived out in New York. After classes let out, she would

hang out with her bodies, Rob and Nick. Their activity of choice was street racing. Rob would be fix'r'uper of their team. He would go out to the junkyards to find the most cheapest and beat up car piled in there. Some say

he could talk to them, figuring out which one would race the fastest. After calling up his buddies to pick the grotesque damaged cars. In the workshop he worked his hands and talent into the car. Unscrewing bolts and nuts,

he replaced them with stronger parts. After the muscle of that car was finished, he would dig out his air painters and start working out the paint job. Most of his designs rolled around a bright yellow color with red flames.

When people asked him what was up with the bright yellow color he would always reply "Apollo rode in a gold chariot as he drug the sun over the world in a day. What I paint is the most agile and strongest Chariot"

Nick was the navigator of the group. Viewing maps and layout of streets was his pass time. The day before a race, he would be looking at the maps of the streets and looking at the best part of the road to ride on and looking

at the other drivers and how they drive. He researched everything on the race then shot the information out to Rob and Liz. If there was a driver that liked to play dirty on the track, he would find out and make sure his team knew.

No rock would be unturned. Being who he is, he went out and bought some headsets and hooked them up to receive radio waves, making sure he could talk to Liz and Rob anytime during the race where ever they were.

Liz was the star driver of their team...well she WAS the only driver. She would take a car and race it like no one else could. Sadly she never won a street race. By the time she was done racing, the car would be on its last leg.

Other drivers would tell her that she needed to find a real car, or start driving like she was in a pile of trash. True to her friends, she would stick with them. And she was true to them till the very end. It was a end that she

would never forget.

-FLASHBACK-

Nick decided to take a test run on a new road. The race that was going to be held there was a few days away and already there was reports of people that were out here racing down the road and crashing. Most of them were lucky

to survive the crash. Due to this the local police knew something was up and was going on so they had out hourly checks of the road way. Nick decided to start a mile from the starting line. The race was to be 15 miles long that range

from sharp curves, High sloping hills, and straight roads. The start line sat on a straight road way that opened up to some sharp curves about 3 miles up. That left Liz with 1 mile of straight road and the rest to be.. fun. The sun just

set when they decided to go. With Nick sitting to her left, and Rob sitting in the back listening to his car's engines, she moved her foot towards the gas. Slowly she let the car roll out, to get a feel of the grip with the tires to the

road. Then she floored it.

The landscape blurred around her as her speed reached closed to 135mph in the 1 mile of straight road way. As they reached the curves, the car started to slow down to take the turns tight and with control. Liz also had to make sure that she did not damage the car before the race. The car gripped the tar as it made its way into the curve. The body of the car creaked as the bolts worked to keep the car together. Liz made a mental note not to stress the car in turns.

Just as they came out of the tight curve another was there to greet them. This one was less tight but more of a longer turn. A small blue cross was placed between two oak trees. She held in her breath as she moved the car into the upcoming

turn.

"Shit-" Liz said as she came out of the turn. A car was right on her butt behind her. The headlights screamed into her eyes as it made a jolt to her left and rode up beside her. The red paint job on the rogue car was lightly lit by the sunset from behind.

The tinted black window shifted down as eyes appeared from behind. The smell strong smell of beer rolled out of his window and somehow came over to them. Liz glared at him, not looking at the road. The stranger laughed out loud and gave them a smile as well as a finger.

"Well you won't win with that shitty car and that female driver." With another drunken laugh he rolled up his window and took off down the road. When the car started to drift towards the side of the road, liz struggled to get it back under her control.

"What a freaking asshole. Show him something on race day, eh liz?" said rob, looking with a glint of red in his eyes.

"Yea, really." Liz blurted out as she took through another curve.

Liz decided to take the car to a higher speed as she took to the hills. As the car worked its muscles up the hills she could feel the strain on the engine. Nick could be seen in the back seat shifting around and looking out at the hill. Uncertainly showed on his face.

As they closed in on the peak of the hill, she felt something in her gut. Something was wrong. Pushing the breakdown to slow them self's, fear flooded her eyes. She took in a deep breath.

"Liz? Are you okay?" Rob said as he looked at her.

"We have an issue. I CANT GET THE FUCKING BREAKTS TO WORK!" Liz went into panic mood as Rob pushed his head to the front and started to look around.

"ROB! WHAT DO I DO?" Liz started pumping the breaks hoping that it will trigger the breaks.

"I DONT KNOW! Shit" Rob glared up as the car hit the peak of the hill.

"Oh god, WHAT IS THAT-"

When she woke up after the crash she did not remember anything. Her eyes opened up to a screaming light the tore down into her eyes. Gently opening her eyes she looked around. The first sound that filled her ears was a constant beeping. Turning her head to look in front of her body she saw a woman's head resting on her lap. Straining her eyes, she focused on the image trying to figure out what was going on.

"Mom?"

-End of flashback-

Liz finished her shake and got up from her seat. Weaving between the bodies of cheerleaders, she dumped off her tray and headed outside. Opening the door she was greeted with the hot sun. She raised her hand and moved her sun glasses on the top of her head down. Looking around she took off down the street.

Parked on the side of the street were old soccer mom vans. There was some type of "big" game going on that was to take place between the rivals of Jasper and some other place. There was always a huge celebration that took place before hand. Her phone started to vibrate on her black belt. Pulling out her I phone, she saw it was her mom.

She was sick of her checking up every hour. Clicking off the call, she sent a text instead, telling her mom that she was fine and that she was busy, after she typed it out and sent it to her, she pulled back onto her belt. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a shinny red car with white graphical designs on its side. Crossing the street she moved towards it.

A small image in the back of her head rose up and a scene of the crash played out in her head that happened over 5 years ago. Liz shook her head to rid of the image. She placed a hand over the car, stroking the paint. As she touched the car a small electrical shock filled her hand and went through her. Her hand shot back and looked down at the car.

She let out a little hmpf, she placed her hand back on. This time there was no reaction. Walking from the back to the front as she let her hand trail over the car, she took in everything. She could see that this car was well built and was a beast on the road. She gave a little smile as she bent her knees to look right into the grill of the car.

The grill sparkled where the sunlight touched it. Her index finger trailed over the silver. Something about this car made her feel more... alive. Her mind was pulled out of the void where it sat after the crash. Standing back up she looked down upon the hood.

"I wish I could race you, there is something about you. Something that is making me talk to a car. God, why am i so crazy? lol."

"So you like to race?" A voice said to her right. Liz froze up as she heard it. She moved her head to look at where this voice came from. There standing was a tall man with a muscular torso. On his upper left arm sat a odd tattoo in the shape of a face that was a deep purple. He had a red muscle shirt on with some dark navy jeans. His eyes were a light red with a glint of pink in them. They had to be contact Liz thought. No normal human would have something like that. His hair was also a dyed red that was pulled back to look "sleek". He wore a devilish smile in his face with his one sleek hand on his hip. He seemed to look right into her eyes.

"I am so sorry! is this car yours?" Liz stepped away from the car and back onto the curb of the street. She did not mean to touch someone's car, but it pulled at her. She felt like she had to touch it.

"I guess in a way it is mine." he added in a laugh that seemed to echo around him. "How do you like it? I did the paint job by myself, which i did the most profound job like always. What can I say, I am amazing." Liz let out a small laugh which the man reacted with childish shock. "What? Are you laughing at me?"

"oh no. I think your car looks amazing! The details to the paint show a lot of love. I bet she runs like a beast." Liz looked back down at the car, admiring it.

"It is actually a "He". And yes he does. I am all about unbeatable speed and of course great paint jobs." He walked up to the car and leaned on his roof with his elbow looking at Liz who was too busy looking at the car then him. He cleared his throat to get liz's attention.

"So you're a racer then?" It did not strike her odd with the way he looked. He had street racer all over him.

"Oh I am a bit more than that." Was he hitting on me? Liz felt her cheeks go hot. He arm that was not engaged in holding him up on the roof moved to his red hair and brushed it back.

"I'm sorry but I have to go. It is getting late and my parents will probably kill me if I am not home in time. Going away to college in a year and they dont want to give me up yet." Liz gave a little innocent wave.

"What ever you say." He gave a wink at her as she turned around. When she moved a fair distance from the car and the man, she shot a fast glance back. The car was still sitting there with all its glory, but the owner seemed to vanish without a trace. The car turned on a second later as its headlights beamed on her for a moment. She thought she could hear the man's voice chuckling before it shot out with ungodly speed and passed her. She felt her phone vibrate as he passed her and headed down the road. Reaching for the phone she unlocked it and looked at it. There sat a text from a unknown number to her. "I'll see you around, maybe get a race out of you."

"What the hell is this?" It could not of been him, but it had to be. She never seen this number before and only minutes before she was talking to the mystery guy. She let out a sigh of defeat and walked home. The whole time the red car raced in her mind with the man with red eyes.

"Where where young lady? Do you know what time it is? I was worried sick." Her mother walked right up to her face as soon as Liz stepped in the house. She did not even have time to completely close the door.

"Do you know what time it is?" Her mom moved in more, giving little breathing room for Liz. Her mother's dull brown hair was pulled back behind her head in a short pony tail. Being 45 with a 19 year old teen put her at 26 when she gave birth to Liz. Ted was Liz' father and was 4 years older than her mother. They meet in a coffee shop in Ohio when ted was on a business trip and her mother was on a college trip. They tell her that it was love at first sight.

"Well young lady, do you have anything to say for yourself or will you just ignore me?" Arms were now crossed with the evil angry mother look.

"I was nowhere mom. I went out to the K.O. Burger then headed home. That is it." Moving past her mother she took a fast look into the living room. The television was on some news show where a guy was trying to make jokes.

"I'm heading up to bed." Making her way up the stairs she heard her mother let out a quiet sigh before moving back into the living room.

Liz opened up her closet door and pulled out a cord. Walking over to her computer she plugged one side into the computer and the other side into her phone. leaping butt first into the bed, she dropped down onto her back. She raised her hands towards the ceiling, blocking out the old amber cover light that hung there.

Her room was a complete mess with papers stacked up on the floor from moving in and boxes that blocked off one side of her room. The walls were a dull shade cream with dark areas where items sat blocking out the sunlight.

Closing her eyes she tried to imagine the feel of racing that she once enjoyed. The wind drifting between every string of hair, the vibrations of the motor as it growled with power, whooping fans that stood around the start and finish lines holding cell phones and video camera. Darkness came back in like always and she remembered the cold feeling and the sound of twisting metal fighting to stay together.

Sitting back up she unhooked her phone and turned the light switch off. Her mini star lamp sat on her desk and projected stars on the ceiling. Liz unlocked her phone and opened up a photo file that she stored on it with her head resting on the pillow. Most was photos of back home and her lost friends. Sticking her phone on sleep, she closed her eyes.

So, I really hope they you enjoyed this. I took a lot of time on this and I really wanted to get his character right. If anyone wants to help edit this. Please let me know :P. I am not sure when i will be able to update this again, but I will try my best to get these out fast.