In order for you to really understand my story and my reasoning, I guess I'm going to have to start at the beginning. My name is Serafina Bennet. I am involved in the war of Cybertron. I didn't get involved in it on purpose. Heck, the entire thing was an accident. An accident that spiralled way, way, way out of control.
You can blame the Autobots for that.
You can tell them that Serafina said to blame them as well.
I better get along with the story - as I am afriad it is desperate to be told.
~Serafina Candice Bennet
Seemingly Innocent - Chapter One
It was a normal, hot summer afternoon in Miami, and I was currently walking home after a long day at school. The afternoon sun bore down harshly on my visible shoulders - and I internally cursed myself for wearing a tank top. My headphones were blasting Linkin Park loudly. The music had entranced me in a world of its own. I couldn't hear anything aside from my music, and I relied solely on my eyes to get me home.
I knew it was a dangerous thing to do, but the inner rebel inside of me had convinced me years ago that it was safe. I knew these streets like the back of my hand, and at four o'clock in the small suburb of Glendower, there was not a single car in sight.
I didn't even bother to look before crossing the familiar road as I had crossed it many, many times before. I already new that everybody in Glendower were the fricking epitome of 'Slow Miss Daisie' drivers. You could read a book before one of the residents had driven there car to the end of any of the streets. There hadn't been a car accident in Glendower since it had been built - and the residents literally screamed it from their rooftops. Everyone was 'proud' to live in Glendower, they said. Houses in Glendower could sell for millions, apparently. But my brother and I hated it. Glendower was nothing but a pain. It was so boring, and didn't for fill either of our thirsts for adventure. Glendower was a bore, and I absolutely hated it.
Because of this, I did not notice the old, yellow Camaro flying down the street straight towards me. Nor did I realise that I had walked straight into its path. I only noticed when it was too late. I didn't even have a chance to scream.
The Camaro barreled me over as if I was an aluminum can being crushed by someones foot. For the few milliseconds that I was airborne, I felt like I was in a dream. The entire world was spinning, and my music suddenly froze. I didn't feel any plain - just a strange floaty feeling. I hit the road hard and I could tell that the bitumen was tearing my clothes and skin to shreds. I heard the sound of screeching tires. My eyes closed.
When I opened my eyes less then a second later - the first thing I noticed was the searing pain. My entire body burned as if it had been set on fire. Something sharp had embedded itself deep into my side. I felt as though I was bleeding from everywhere.
The scent of burning rubber filled my nose, and dust coated the air. I could just make out the tail end of a very old, very rusty yellow Camaro. It looked as if someone had driven it straight from the junkyard, and it had surely seen better days. As the dust cleared away, I could see it more clearly.
The car had stopped on an angle, where I could see its entire right side, bumper to bumper. It had a lot more rust then I had anticipated. It was a faded yellow, with black racing stripes. All in all, it looked pretty cool.
Suddenly, the engine roared, and the tires spun wildly. The car quickly turned, and suddenly the front bumper was right in my face. I shielded my face, trying desperately to protect me from its advances. I shut my eyes tightly and waited for death. 'Shit, he's here to finish me off for good' I though terrified.
But the car sat just sat there, as if the driver was staring me down. Its headlights flashed on and blinded me slightly, and I was left dazed for a few moments.
Tentatively, I put my hands on the hood of the car. I used all of my energy to hoist myself up. I stared at the car blindly for a few seconds before the world started to toss and turn. The last thing I remembered were my arms giving way, and my head smashing into the hood painfully - forcing me into unconsciousness.
I awoke a few hours later and I almost instantly realised that I was not in Glendower. I was in a car, and it was going quite fast, the engine roaring loudly. It sounded like an old muscle car that I had seen at a car show years before. I glanced in the side mirrors to realise that it was the Camaro that had crashed into me earlier. Groggily, I lifted my head off of the window, and turned to look at the driver, or well, the lack of thereof.
The car was driving itself. The wheel was turning and the pedals were moving as if the Invisible Man himself was driving it. A shocked scream escaped from my throat, startling the car.
The car quickly screeched to a stop, and I didn't even waste a second before clambering out of the car. In my haste, I fell out of the door and landed on my ass - which didn't stop me from scurrying backwards away from the car.
"No no no no no! Cars don't drive themselves! God Serafina - are you insane? You were just hallucinating, it was all a hallucination. God, now look what you've done! You've made yourself look like an idiot!" I rambled to myself, but was quickly interrupted when the car roared to life and inched closer towards me.
I didn't need to be told twice. I took off down the road sprinting, screaming the entire way about cars the drive themselves and insanity. Looking back on this later on, it probably wasn't the smartest move, because then the car took off after me.
I ran through street after street for a few hours before I ended up in an abandoned junkyard. Thinking I'd lost him, you could imagine my surprise when the Camaro was sitting idly about fifty meters away, staring me down. There was a loud fizzing noise, before the car literally transformed.
Standing in front of me was a large, yellow robot. I stared at it, mouth agape, as it waved at me.
"What the actual fuck." I murmured.
"We come in pieces!" The radio crackled, and I gathered that it was trying to communicate with me. Unsurely, I waved back at it. It grinned at me and shook slightly - reminding me of an excited child on christmas day.
"Are you from Japan?" I wondered aloud. It gave me a weird look, before playing yet another recording through the radio.
"They will come from space! Riding on meteorites!"
"You're an alien then? You came from outer space?" I asked.
"Praise the lord! We have a winner - congratulations. You 'ay smart cookie, no?" It seemed to pick different parts from any media it could get its receptors? on. I bet ya it has access to the internet. It had to have access to be able to pull such a large variation of media from all over the world.
"Why are you here, on Earth I mean?" I asked it, slightly scared now. It wasn't like anybody had written a handbook on what to do when you come face to face with a gigantic alien robot (on a latter thought, they probably had).
"The cube...an artifact that has been lost...mystical power... glasses hold the key to vision... must find the map!... war will tear this world apart...opposing forces will meet at wits end!" The robot replied.
"So basically, you are looking for a magical cube that opposing forces are fighting over. The map to said cube has something to do with a pair of glasses?" I repeated, very confused.
"Erm, yeah - close enough."
"And you are sure that these 'glasses' are on Earth?"
"Ebay is the worlds most popular online shopping website!"
"The glasses are on Ebay?"
"Witwicky."
"Why the hell are you telling me all of this? Unless - your taking me with you, aren't you?"
"That's the plan Stan!"
The robot grabbed me and quickly transformed back into its car form, locking the door so that I couldn't get out.
"You can't just lock me in here! Are you crazy! I've got to get home! Brodie will be hell pissed if I don't get home by six! You can't just take me away from my life!"
"Watch me. Any more questions?"
"Yeah, actually." I snapped, fuming. The seatbelt fastened itself around me, and the car quickly pulled out of the junkyard. "So you know where the glasses are located?"
"Tranquility City! The home of everything tranquil!"
"How far away is Tranquility City?"
"Distance from Miami to Tranquility City in current traffic is a forty-two hour drive. That's all from Mandy! Take it away Bizzle!"
I rolled my eyes at its attempt to lighten the mood. I was more then a little pissed. A fricking alien robot had technically kidnapped me, and was about to drive me across the country to pick up a pair of glasses that were apparently the key to finding a magical cube that there was a war over. Perfect.
"So when did you come to Earth?"
"2003! Golden year baby! An unknown flying object crash landed in Virginia."
"YOU crash landed in Virginia!?"
The car made a noise, which I gathered was a yes. It was quiet for a little while, before the sing off began.
Three Days Later...
"This, is Tranquility City?" I questioned. It was a pretty stupid question, as it looked like it had been plucked out of an island paradise and stuck onto American soil. It looked really out of place.
"Yah. It is Tranquility City - the city of PEACE!" Bee replied.
Three days, I realised, is a very long time to get to know someone. I had learnt as much as Bee could tell me from anything he could find on the internet, including playing two recordings next to each other - which forced me to have to play 'mash the word'.
His name was Bumblebee - which I had learned from him playing the 'Bumblebee song' for ten minutes (at first I had called him Bee-yotch, which I had quickly gathered said 'Bitch' so called him that instead. He was less then amused, and jolted my seat for half an hour afterwards). He comes from a planet called 'Cybertron' that is located behind the Orion constellation. (He played recordings about the Tron comics and cyber bullying to get that one. He got pissed when I said it was Bullytron though). He is an 'Autobot' (Automobile Robot is what he played. I thought a Romobile sounded pretty cool). He is fighting a species that is called the 'Deceptive Cons' (Which he got from a news report about the police ranting about how deceptive cons were nowadays and how there is an increase in people falling for them. I haven't figured out their name yet).
I had basically told him my life story. It was pretty boring actually. It was mainly about how I, Serafina Candice Bennet, survived high school with the Queen Bitches and the Jocktardedness that seemed to rule my school. And also about how I had once rigged the school speaker to blast Eminem for an entire day. I also told him about the daily struggles of maintaining my annoying, wavy, chestnut brown hair. I told him about my brother and my obsession with cars and mechanics.
We played sing-a-thons, which basically involved me singing and Bee making weird whirring noises in tune, got rocks thrown at us in Arkansas, almost crashed into the Mississippi, stole a bagel in Oklahoma, pissed off a lot of drivers in Texas and got covered in fluff in New Mexico. In Arizona, when we stopped at an overnight stay - Bee was so exhausted from two whole days of driving, that he slipped into 'recharge' as he called it without noticing a gang of thugs approaching him. They then spray painted a large, pink picture of a manhood onto his bonnet. And I thought he got pissed when I called Cybertron Bullytron. No, Bumblebee was livid. So much so that he drove through a carwash half a billion times. When it finally came off, we left Arizona faster then you could say 'Cheetos'.
He didn't even bother to pay. He also swore never to set a wheel in Arizona again.
I wasn't mad at Bee anymore for kidnapping me, as I safely assumed that he would drive me back home after he had gotten 'Witwicky', the glasses and called a bunch of his buddies to Earth. At first, I was mad about the fact he was calling his buddies, but when he told me they were as cool, if not cooler, than he, I decided that maybe they would be alright.
Only if I got to meet them first, just to suss them out. I thought about when I would get to meet them. Would they be taller then Bee? Stronger? More annoying? Eviler? Will they take over the world? Start a war? I had no idea what to think about them. Heck, I didn't even know what I was going to say to them! I briefly considered introducing myself as 'Serafina Bennet, representing humanity' but who was I kidding.
Me? Representing humanity? Maybe when hell freezes over!
Bumblebee drove quickly down the streets, not really paying attention to the scenery. I guess he still wasn't over the Arizona incident. He was still extremely mad and very impatient over it. He had run a red light earlier that day. I, on the other hand, was annoyed and impatient for a completely different reason. I wanted a shower and some food, and I wanted them immediately. But it was obvious that he wasn't stopping for anything. Maybe we'll go after picking up 'Witwicky'.
Suddenly, the seatbelt retracted from around me, and Bumblebee drifted slightly, the door flying open in the process. I flew from the car, and landed on a floor in a heap. Bee quickly drove away.
That. Little. Motherfucking. Shit!
The damn car had left me in the middle of Tranquility City with no food, no money and no place to shower. I wasn't just pissed, nor was I livid.
I was a cross between absolutely mortified, and very very very livid.
Now what am I supposed to do?
Hello and welcome to the Prequel of my latest project: The Genocide Chronicles. The first one in the series is going to be called 'Poison' and this is the prequel to it. The stories are going to loosely follow the storylines of every film :) So yeah - there should eventually be three of them, not incluiding this prequel.
I must apologize in advance for the three adult words, I needed to use them to set the scene of her emotions.
This story should only be about thirteen to twenty chapters tops, so yeah :)
My name is Rydha (its a more feminine way of spelling Rider) and this is my first fanfiction.
It is currently summer holidays, so extra updates for all of you :)
I love the Transformers series, and hope to write many more books for it in the future. It is nice to meet all of you, welcome to the journey.
~Rydha Quartz xxx