Metal Angels and Metal Demons

by articmadador

Yo! This is my first story! Please review but don't roast me. I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! Hasbro owns them. I only own Claire and her family. Well, I can't own people, but you get what I'm saying. Please review and enjoy chapter one!

It was finally Christmas break. School was out, and it wouldn't be back in session for three weeks. Finally, no school, teachers, crappy lunch, and no homework. Sure the break was going to fly by, but at least it was Christmas. At least my family would come together for their traditional Christmas dinner and opening of presents. At least everyone would stay warm by the fire while watching holiday shows on TV. At least this would be a good Christmas.

I had spent the whole day watching the clock. It wasn't like we were doing any work. Most of the teachers had given our class free time or put on a Christmas movie. The day had been long and uneventful, but now the wait was over. There was only three minutes left as I put my phone away. I picked up my binder and stood by the door with some of my friends. They chatted happily about how great their Christmas break would be, but I didn't join in. I just watched the clock as the last two minutes slowly slipped away.

I nearly trampled the kids in the hallway as I rushed to my locker. I threw my binder inside and scooped up my backpack all in one swift motion. I waved goodbye to my friends, sped down the stairs, and out the front door of my school. I immediately recognized the blue Dodge Caravan that sat in the pickup area on the street. As I walked up, the passenger window rolled down, and a Labrador Retriever stuck its head out. I could only laugh as it tried to push itself through the window to get to me.

"Hey, Biscuit! Did you miss me!?" I greeted. I heard a chuckle as I got in the van and settled down in the passenger seat. It wasn't easy to do with a giant Labrador in the way.

"I can't believe you and Kerri named him Biscuit," she said.

"Mom, we were six years old! We didn't know any better!"

"Neither did your father. He was supposed to get you two some goldfish, but bought you a puppy instead. I don't know why he finds it so shocking that I won't allow him to do any family shopping."

At that moment the back door slid open, and my sister Kerri got in the van. Well, she tried to. Biscuit practically leapt on her, and she yelped as he licked her face. She hated when he did that.

"Mom! Claire! Somebody! Help!" she cried as he climbed in her lap and rolled over for a belly rub.

Mom just laughed and started the car. Kerri managed to reach around Biscuit and close the door, but couldn't escape the licks she received as she struggled to get her backpack off. I laughed when she gave up and began to rub Biscuit's belly. She looked up at me and glared.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't wait for me, so I'm not talking to you the whole break," she answered.

"Excuse me for not wanting to wait a century for you."

"What are you talking about!? I didn't even take a minute getting here. I didn't knock people over to get outside like you did!"

"At least I wasn't staring at Blake Rogers!"

"Hey! I wasn't staring! You can't use that in an argument anyway! Mom, she broke a rule!"

Mom laughed and turned onto the expressway so we could head home. Traffic was light at the moment, but I knew it would be picking up in a few minutes. It was rush hour, after all. I know traffic is bad everywhere, but here in Louisville Kentucky it seemed that everyone forgot how to drive after work and school.

"Claire, no bringing up crushes during family bickering. You know-OH!"

Mom suddenly swerved as a Mustang police car zoomed up beside us. The sirens were not on, and the windows were tinted so black that I wondered how the driver could even see. Before I could focus on anything else, the police car sped away, driving way past the speed limit. My mom had been using some very colorful language the entire time, and was now trying to read the license plate. Kerri was holding Biscuit down, since he was trying to climb to the window to see what was happening. I craned my neck to see, but the police car was almost gone.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I don't know. He must be looking for someone. That still doesn't give him the right to drive like an asshole. Oops! Sorry girls!"

We all laughed nervously, attempting to shake off our anxiety. Eventually Mom turned on the radio, then tortured us with her singing. I love her, but I won't lie; her singing isn't very good. When Mom pulled our driveway, my dad was dragging a suitcase outside. Our other dog, Titan, was laying on the porch, and looked up as we got out of the car. He was an old bloodhound, and smelled really bad, but we loved him anyway. He barked and wagged his tail, encouraging us to pet him as we walked by. He was too lazy to move even when Biscuit ran up to him and started bouncing around because he wanted to play.

I went straight up to my room and got my suitcase. I was dying to get out of town. I loved Louisville, don't get me wrong, but eventually you had to take a vacation or you'd lose it. Halfway through packing there was the sound of a jet passing over. We lived near the Louisville Airport, so we heard planes all day. We even heard and saw army planes on rare occasions since Fort Knox was not far . However,we never heard jets, and this one sounded like it was flying dangerously low. It was so loud that the walls shook, and the dogs started howling. I heard my dad yell something, then the loud sound faded away. I went to my doorway and looked out to see my Mom in the hall.

"Mom, what was that?" I asked her.

"It sounded like a jet flying really low. They shouldn't be around here, especially not near the airport. It's not even Thunder Over Louisville yet."

"Do you think something's wrong?"

"Probably not. They're probably taking an emergency shortcut or something. Hurry and pack. We want to get to Grandma's before it gets too late."

I took Mom's advice and finished packing. It took a little longer than it should've, though. Kerri pushed Biscuit into my room and closed the door to get him out of her hair. It took me fifteen minutes to get him off my suitcase. I spent the rest of the time rescuing my socks from him. He tends to eat them, then throws up at the bottom of the stairs where everyone can see. When I finally got ready, I dragged my suitcase down the stairs and to the porch. Dad was loading up the car, and took my suitcase to put in the back.

"Say goodbye to the house, kiddo. You won't be seeing it until the break is over," he said as he sat my suitcase in the trunk.

"Goodbye house! See you when we get back!" I yelled to the house, as if it could hear me. It wasn't a fancy house, but it wasn't ugly either. It was just a three bedroom house with a basement, attic, and two bathrooms. It was painted a pale blue, and we had a backyard and a shed in the back that was also painted pale blue. We didn't have a garage, so we always parked on the street.

Finally it was time to go, and Dad and Kerri were struggling to push Titan in the car. He was one of his 'I'm not going anywhere and you can't make me,' moods. Biscuit suddenly ran off, barking like a wild dog. He was probably after the neighbor's Jack Russell Terrier again.

"I'll get him!" I called to my dad and sister before racing after Biscuit.

For once I was glad Mom had forced me to join Track and Field. Biscuit was like the Energizer Bunny on drugs and whatever he was chasing was intent on not being caught. I chased him five and a half blocks before whatever it was ran into a bush. Biscuit ran to the bush too, and attempted to dig into it. Yeah, into it. He was digging at the dry, leafless branches like they were going to break away like dirt. I love Biscuit, but sometimes he is dumb.

"Come on, Biscuit! We have to get to Grandma's! Everybody's waiting on us!"

I pulled at his collar and Biscuit whined as I dragged him away. He was really freaking out, so I decided to see what he was chasing. When I peaked into the bush, I shrieked and let Biscuit's collar go. Huddled in the bottom of the bush was some strange creature made out of metal. It stared up at me with glowing red eyes, then jumped up. It looked like a cross between a spider and a weasel, if that makes sense. It had a body like a weasel, but with multiple appendages and fangs. It hissed at Biscuit, then lounged at me. I screamed as it landed on my chest and knocked me over. I reached up to grab it but something stung my arm. It felt almost like getting shot by a B.B. gun, and I felt something being injected into me. Biscuit attacked the metal creature, knocking it off me and causing whatever was in my arm to be jerked out. I tried to get up, but soon as I got to my knees, I began seeing stars and got dizzy. I looked at my arm, and my veins were glowing green. I heard screaming, Biscuit yelping, and the sound of tires screeching. Suddenly there was the sound of screeching metal, and something snatched me off the ground. I saw the sky as I was scooped up, and saw a jet in the sky. It was huge, the biggest I'd ever seen, and looked like it was coming towards me. Then my vision when blurry and I felt a gust of wind before I fell on something soft. The last thing I saw before blacking out were two giant red eyes looking at me through a car window.