This is the story of how I died... Don't worry, this is actually a pretty fun story, and I'm not so sure it's entirely mine. It all began with my older brother, Jack... Well, I say he's my older brother, but I'm actually adopted. Apparently, when Jack was four, he found a three year-old me scrounging for food in a trash can, and Mom adopted me.
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Thirteen years later, after becoming top of my class in academics and the bottom in social viewpoints, I was waiting for Jack to get off work in the parking lot of KO Burger. I wore a Doctor Who t-shirt, jeans, black sneakers, and an old green hoodie. My treasured Doctor Who TARDIS necklace was around my neck. My TARDIS book bag was slung over one shoulder, and I chewed some gum, bored out of my mind, continuously having to push my frizzy brown (and blue) hair out of my brown eyes. I noticed a wicked pink and blue motorcycle, but I was unimpressed. I liked sports or muscle cars better. Motorcycles were sorta Jack's thing.
"And he's alive!" I shouted as Jack exited the KO Burger, laughing and clapping sarcastically. "How's life with the mortals, Jackson?" Jack groaned in annoyance, hanging up on a call with Mom, then noticed the motorcycle. As he totally geeked-out, I grew bored and knocked on his head. "Hello? Earth to Jack, do you read me?"
"Just a second, Snow Queen." Jack commented, and I frowned. He really thought I was that isolated? Thanks, big bro.
"Don't call me that. You do realize the owner of this bike could show up at any moment and kick your ass into next Wednesday, don't you?" I noticed two dark cars nearby. "Okay, that's a bit creepsy-deepsy..." The bike roared to life and drove off with my brother on it. "Jack!" I grabbed my bike and did my best to keep up with the motorcycle. I noticed the dark cars following, so I deployed some of my anti-cop magic tricks. Why would I need to give cops the slip? I liked making art, especially late at night with an old blank wall and several cans of neon spray-paint. I hit a button, and some grease shot out the back of my teal and black bike, making the road slippery enough to keep the creepy cars at bay. I caught up with Jack and the motorcycle, and the cars found us. "What are we gonna do?!"
"I don't know." Jack admitted fearfully as one car cornered me on my bike and Jack on foot. "In case this is the end... I love ya, little sis."
"Don't get all lovey-dovey on me now, Jackson. I was just starting to tolerate you." I grabbed his hand.
"Thanks for ruining the moment, Snow Queen." Then, the motorcycle came back... WITHOUT A DRIVER! Jack hopped on, and I drove after them on my bike again.
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We lured the creepy cars into a dried-up old water basin, and the motorcycle changed into a giant, feminine robot. The creepy cars changed into giant males. A yellow car arrived and turned into a male. There was a little kid with us, and Jack was spellbound as the giant robots fought. I, on the other hand, was using logic to figure this out.
"Okay... Dark cars with red eyes and car and motorcycle with blue eyes... Blue-eyes protecting us, red-eyes trying to kill us... I do believe the blue-eyes are the good guys and the red-eyes are the bad guys, which means that I should do this!" I pulled out my taser (used for self-defense and losing cops), charged it to full power, and fired it at an evil robots's leg. The robot tensed up, giving Yellow time to recover. When the evil robot didn't move, Yellow poked it, and it fell over, dead. The yellow robot looked at me, shocked, and I waved. "Hi."
"Jenna!" Jack grabbed my hand and the boy's. "We have to get out of here before we get killed!" Jack dragged us into a sewer pipe, and we ran back to civilization as we thought we knew it.
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The next day, I sat on the steps of the school, waiting for Jack.
"Hey!" I looked up to see the little boy from the previous day. "I'm Raf... What's your name?"
"Jenna Darby." I replied. "What happened yesterday? I can't even process it without a wicked headache..." Raf sat next to me, frowning.
"Something crazy, that's for sure." We sat there in awkward silence until another voice spoke up.
"Nerd alert!" Miko, a foreign exchange student (and pest), smirked at us. "School's two biggest dweebs talking? Yawn!" I stood up, glaring.
"Well, we may be considered dweebs because we're smart, but at least we're not considered spoiled, arrogant, dust-for-brains children!" I snapped. Miko scoffed, crossing her arms.
"Stop acting like you could take me in a fight, nerd." Now, there's a few things you should know about me. One: I have a temper fuse about as flammable as a strip of paper soaked in gasoline. Two: I don't like bullies. Three: I don't like seeing children picked on, like little Raf. Four: I hate being underestimated. I cracked my knuckles, then cracked my neck without my hands. I stood to my full height and got in a strong fighting stance. Miko frowned slightly. Now, this girl was a year older than me, and I was shorter by an inch, but I doubted that she noticed up until that moment that while I wasn't in any sports, I was athletic and muscled. Along with riding my bike everywhere, I took Karate and Kickboxing classes on weekends, making me an ass-kicking machine of pure awesomeness.
"What?" I asked, smirking. "Too chicken to take a nerd in a fight?" Before Miko could reply, Jack arrived, and the three of us who saw the robots noticed the yellow muscle car that could become the yellow robot. Raf got in, and the motorcycle came after Jack and I. She claimed we were in danger and that someone called Optimus Prime wanted to talk to us.
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After Miko saw the motorcycle in robot form, I biked after the two vehicles into a secret base hidden in a desert mesa. I looked up, seeing two giant robots looking down at me and the other three as we climbed off/out of our vehicles. One was huge and green, the other smaller and red and white. I stared in awe as the other two transformed behind me.
"Whoa."
"I thought there were three." Red/White began in an older voice, frowning, looking at Miko. Prediction: this is the cranky-grampa.
"Haven't you heard?" Motorcycle asked coyly. "Humans multiply." Prediction: this is the mother-hen with sarcasm and a complicated past. Raf held his hand out to Jack.
"I'm Raf."
"I'm Miko!" Miko exclaimed, running up to the green robot. "Who are you?!" The green robot was obviously taken aback by her enthusiasm.
"Bulkhead." Prediction: this was the crazy uncle who looked like a tough guy but was a real softie. Miko began being Miko, while I crossed my arms. My inner socially-awkwardness was coming out. Too many eyes on me.
"So, if you guys are robots..." Raf began cautiously. "Who made you?" Red/White scoffed.
"Puh-lease..."
"Humans, am I right?" I smirked. Red/White looked at me. "What?" The ground shook, and I spun around to see giant feet hitting the ground. We all looked up to see a huge male robot. I gave a small wave, worried. "Hi... Please don't kill us. I wanna live."
"Sorry about my little sister." Jack sighed, rolling his eyes. "Jenna's sort of special." I frowned.
"I'll show you just how special I am when I kick your ass." I growled. Blue/Red quickly butted in.
"We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, also known as Autobots." Prediction: this was the badass dad.
"So is that a no on killing us?" I asked, but was once again ignored. Rude, am I right? I guessed that they wanted one of us to talk, so I shoved Jack forward. "You shall be the delegate, Jack! Talk to the giant metal guy who could crush us if we piss him off."
"Why are you here?" Jack asked, shooting a glare at me.
"To protect your planet from the Decepticons." The giant red and blue robot, who I guessed was Optimus Prime, replied.
"The jokers who tried to bump us off last night." Motorcycle elaborated. I smirked, remembering.
"Oh, yeah... I tasered the Hell out of one of them."
"Okay..." Jack frowned. "Why are they here?" Optimus kneeled, and I backed off, still wary.
"A fair question, Jack. In part, they are here because our planet is uninhabitable, ravaged by centuries of civil war." I frowned at that.
"Why were you fighting a war?" Raf asked innocently. I sighed, ready for an alien lecture.
"Foremost, over control of our world's supply of Energon." Optimus stated. "The fuel and lifeblood of Autobots and Decepticons alike. The combat was fierce, and endured for centuries. In the beginning, I fought alongside one whom I considered a brother... But in war, ideals can be corrupted. And it was thus that Megatron lost his way." Oh, man...
"Is there gonna be a quiz?" Miko yawned, and something inside of me went off like a nuclear bomb.
"YOU BRAT!" I snapped. "This guy is talking about something scarring and life-changing, and you're being a total bitch about it! How would it feel if we were stuck on their planet, fighting to keep them safe after Earth was destroyed, and Doctor Dismal over there started yawning as you described how you lost your family in a war?!"
"Doctor Dismal?" Red/White asked, breaking the HUGE tension my snap had caused. Miko had recoiled, fearing my unpredictability. I slowly calmed myself, muttering mantras under my breath. Jack started talking again.
"So, what does Megatron, or any of this, have to do with us?"
"Megatron has not been seen or heard from in some time. But if his return is imminent, as I fear, it could be catastrophic."
"And you expect a nerd, a brat, a twelve year-old, and a burger-joint employee to do what?" I asked. "Sure, I've got a taser, but not much else that can hold out in a fight." That was a lie. I had home-made paint-bombs, a car-battery to insta-charge my taser, a large knife, a burglary kit, pepper-spray, a small handgun, mysterious black and teal armor I was found with, a silver fob watch I was found with that would never open, and three teal and silver mechanical devices I was found with (two similar to each other in looking like sword handles but in different lengths, one that looked like a high-tech mini-flashlight). I liked being prepared in case I got mugged or chased. All of this plus my school stuff and other things fit into my TARDIS bag, and it wasn't heavy at all. It was like my bag was bigger on the inside or something... My real parents were probably mad scientists who broke reality or something.
"Since you now know of our existence, I fear that as of last night, the Decepticons know of yours." Optimus spoke up. I frowned. Not good.
"Got it. So, if we spot any strange vehicles, call 911." Jack summarized. "Can we go now?"
"You try calling 911 and saying 'help, I'm being chased by an evil robot disguised as a car.'" I muttered, smirking. "See ya when you're a grease stain on the pavement, Jackson."
"Are you insane?!" Miko asked, shocked at Jack's words. "I'm living the dream here in 'Bot-Swana, and I will not allow you or anyone else to shatter it! Especially your crazy sister!" Jack had to catch my fist before it hit her.
"It is best that you four remain under our watch." Optimus quickly intervened. "At least, until we can determine our enemy's intentions."
"Optimus." Red/White spoke up, not happy. "With all due respect, the human children are in as much danger here as anywhere."
"Children?" Jack asked, and I laughed at him.
"They have no protective shell. If they get underfoot, they will go..." Red/White stomped for emphasis. "Squish." I raised my hand.
"Yeah... I'd rather not do that." I stated, like it was impossible for me not to want to get crushed.
"Then, for the time being, Ratchet, we must watch where we step." Optimus smiled slightly. An alarm went off, and the ever-worrisome Jack immediately freaked out.
"What's that?!"
"Proximity sensor." The yellow Autobot replied, buzzing instead of speaking. I could understand him?! I smirked slightly, deciding to keep it a secret until I chose to suddenly freak everyone out. "Someone's up top." Raf quickly translated for Jack and Miko. Prediction: this was the cute little brother of the group.
"It's Agent Fowler." Ratchet muttered in annoyance. Jack got confused, as is the norm.
"I thought we were the only humans who knew about you guys."
"Special Agent Fowler is our designated liaison to the outside world." Optimus explained. "As he tends to only visit when there are issues, it may be best if you do not meet him at this time."
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We hid, and we heard someone fearlessly scolding the Autobots for the incident that caused our meeting.
"Whoever this guy is, he's got guts." I stated, then turned to the others. "Okay, kids! Let's review... Name all the Autobots."
"Optimus, Ratchet..." Raf began slowly, focusing. "Bulkhead, Bumblebee... The girl Autobot hasn't said hers yet." I nodded, then looked at Jack.
"Arcee." Jack stated calmly. "Her name is Arcee." I almost cracked up when Ratchet yelled at Bulkhead for crushing his equipment.
"Bulkhead, I needed that!"
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Agent Fowler left the Base, and we exited hiding.
"So..." I tried. "I lied about not being able to fight. I can take on those Decepticreeps easily."
"What?" Ratchet asked in disbelief. I gestured to Bumblebee.
"He saw me taser one of those creeps. I took that sucka out."
"Yeah, she did." Bumblebee buzzed. "I've never seen anything like it." The Autobots looked at me in shock.
"Hey, when you're an illegal artist, you need to be prepared." I shrugged, the fact that I understood 'Bee totally flying over everyone's heads. "I've had to add some officers to the display once or twice."
"You're that mysterious graffiti artist people talk about?!" Miko asked. "That's so cool!"
"Those colorful wall markings in Jasper were yours?" Bulkhead asked. I nodded. "I am a HUGE fan! How do you make those explosion-looking ones?" I opened my bag and pulled out some of my custom paint-bombs.
"Got a blank wall?"
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Bulkhead showed me the training room, everyone else following to watch what I'd do, and I took the bomb in hand. Each bomb was made up of dozens of paint cartridges and explosives inside a thin metal capsule. The one I held had orange, red, and yellow ready to go off the instant it hit a solid surface.
"I'm gonna call this one Spark of Rebellion."
"Why?" Raf asked. I chucked the bomb at the blank wall, and it erupted in brilliant colors, dying the wall with its colorful shadow.
"It sounds cool." I replied, walking off as everyone stared at the wall. I went on my cellphone and looked up Jasper's most recent news stories. My latest masterpieces were at the bottom-half of the title-page. I was becoming more and more infamous.
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The Autobots left in a hurry, leaving us with Ratchet when the went looking for someone called Cliffjumper. They used something called a ground bridge to go there, and Ratchet started getting on everyone's nerves with his dislike of humanity and distrust of us and our technology. Couldn't blame him, really. We were pathetic compared to the Autobots on all counts. The others returned, followed by a blue explosion, and no Cliffjumper. Jack dragged Miko and Raf off, but I stayed.
"Arcee, what did you see?" Optimus asked quietly. Arcee looked heartbroken by somethings.
"Not Cliff... At least... Not anymore." Arcee choked. "He was mutated, butchered like something from those 'Con experiments during the war." Arcee fell, nearly passing out.
"Arcee?!" Bumblebee asked, worried. The female Autobit raised a hand in protest to him coming closer.
"I'm fine, just dizzy."
"Robots who get dizzy?" Miko asked, the others having returned out of great curiosity.
"Robots with emotions?" Raf asked. I frowned at his surprise.
"Robots... Who can die." Jack realized, worried for Arcee.
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While Ratchet took a look, I began building another special paint-bomb. I used blue, red, white, pink, yellow, green, silver, and black paint in it for the Autobots. The black symbolizing the loss of their friend. The next day, after Arcee recovered and we returned to Base (Mom was not happy to see a motorcycle in the garage), I asked her where Cliffjumper's room had been. She accompanied me, and I asked her permission to use the paint-bomb as a memorial to him.
"You made that for Cliff?" Arcee asked quietly. I nodded. "Well... Let's see it, then." I held it up.
"You can set it off. Throw it towards the center of the wall." Arcee took the small object, then threw it. The bomb went off, and when the dust cleared, all we could do was stare. "I totally did not do that on purpose." On the wall, there was a sort of artsy image of all the Autobots, plus one extra that was red and silver. The black was in the Autobot Symbol behind them, and in the shadow under the red Autobot's peds. "Is that Cliffjumper?"
"Y-yes." Arcee stared. "How is this possible?"
"They say those we love never leave us." I replied. "I think Cliffjumper's spirit is being a major troll." Arcee managed a laugh at that.
"Come on, kid. Let's make sure Miko doesn't drive your brother crazy." We left, leaving the image of the fallen Autobot smiling after us...
IT HAS BEGUN! So...
1. Who is Jenna?
2. How can Jenna understand Bumblebee?
3. When with the TFA portions of this story come in? (hint-hint, wink-wink, cough-cough)
4. What characters from TFA will I be dragging in?
5. Seriously, when will someone stop me from coming up with these ridiculous stories?
I only own my OC. Please read, review, check out my other stories, etc. Thanks!