Hey, I'm really sorry about the MAJOR SHORTNESS of Chpt 1! I'm new to this site, but I have a passion for writing so I decided to try this out. Hope you like the story :)

Chapter 2: Paranoid

Okay, so when we came back from dinner, I was looking a over the place for the movies, even my Optimus Prime t-shirt. Gone, all gone!

It's been a week now, and guess what? I still couldn't find anything! The Internet on my laptop won't even work anymore, and now I'm starting to get the feeling that I'm being watched. Three days ago, that same GMC TopKick appeared near the bookstore where I work, and it even drove by my house! I'm not sure what exactly is going on, but it is scaring me!

So, now I'm in my room, curtains closed, sitting on the bed still trying to figure this out. After I realized I was being stalked, I kind of haven't left the house...but you wouldn't either if a giant black truck knew where you lived!

There was a loud knock on the door, and knowing who it was, I yelled 'Come in!'. The door opened, and Becca gave me a weird look, one of her eyebrows raised.

"Explain." She said.

"Explain what?" I asked.

"Explain what's going on with you. You've been in here for two days." A look of concern crossed her face.

I sighed, "If I tell you, you'd think I was crazy."

"I already think you're crazy," She teased, "But, in a good way. Now tell me."

I sighed again, standing up from the bed. I looked at the ground nervously, shifting my weight from one leg to the other, thinking of how to explain this to Becca. I mean, I should tell her. She's my best friend, and I trust her more than any other person in the world. So why was it so hard to just spill it all out?

"Well, you know what Transformersis, right?" I started off.

"Trans-what?" She asked.

I then looked up at her, "Transformers? Optimus Prime, Megatron, Bumblebee? Any of that ring a bell?"

She shook her head, raising an eyebrow curiously. Great, that makes it all the more harder to explain.

"Well, anyways it's about giant alien robots from a planet called Cybertron. I'll just tell you the movie version, so they come here to find Megatron and the Allspark, right?"

Becca looked at me as if I grew a second head. If this situation wasn't so frustrating, I'd probably laugh at the look on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, now really annoyed.

"Well, if I'm going to be honest, I have no friggin' clue what you're talking about. What's a Mega-shon? And why does he need a spark? " She said.

"Alright, how bout I just tell you what's bothering me." I said running a hand through my dark brown hair.

She nodded.

"Okay, so I'm a big fan of Transformers, I read fanfictions and stuff about it all the time. Four days ago, I came home and it's gone! Completely erased, all the accounts I try to make online keep getting terminated and now my Internet's not working! And on that same day, I went out to the café. And I saw this truck that looks exactly like the alt-mode of Ironhide. One of the robots in the movie, and when I went to compliment him, he started yelling at me. I was a bit freaked out, so I just left. Then, when I went to work I noticed him park across from the bookstore a couple of times, he even came by our house once!"

"So...are you implying that this movie about robots just stopped existing?" Becca asked, confusion scrunching her eyebrows together.

I nodded, "Yeah. And when I mentioned Ironhide to that dude, he started following me."

Becca was silent. I assumed she was processing all of what I confessed and is now trying to figure out a solution, like me. It had been over a few minutes, and Becca still had that deep-in-thought look on her face.

"So, do you know what I should do?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm not sure," She admitted, "But if that truck comes around here again, I'll call the cops, okay?"

"Okay." I said, even though I wasn't relieved one bit. But I smiled at her and she smiled back.

When she left, I pulled out my laptop again, and was completely surprised when I heard a ding sound come from it. I then noticed I had an email, from an unknown person. Swallowing nervously, I opened the email and read it in my head.

To: Macey Isabelle Price

From: Classified

Ms. Price, we have been monitoring you for a few days after you revealed some rather classified federal government information. We do not want to frighten you, but we advise that you not leave the city for a few days, until we deem you no longer a threat.

My eyes widened as I kept reading it over and over again. A threat? Since when did I become a threat? And I don't remember sharing top-secret information in the two days I've been hiding in my room! Okay, If I wasn't paranoid then, I am now. None of this just makes any sense!

I closed my laptop in frustration and let my head fall back on to the pillow. I hate being confused, and afraid, so many questions were racing through my head, which was giving me a pretty wicked headache. I just don't understand...How could something that's been going on for such a long time with hit movies just disappear? And why is it that I seem to be the only person that ever knew it existed?

"Macey!" I heard Becca shout from downstairs, and I sat up.

"Yes?" I asked.

"There are some...um...people who want to talk to you."

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "Um, okay I'm coming down."

I got up from the bed and began walking downstairs my stomach felt like it was twisting into knots, and my heart nearly skipped a beat when I saw Lennox, along with two other soldiers, standing there. Lennox! A ficitional character played by Josh Duhamel, giving me a suspicious look! Oh lord, I'm going to faint.

"Excuse me miss, but are you Macey Isabelle Price?" Lennox asked, his face softening a little, but I stood there, frozen on the last stair. My mouth opened, my brain still not processing the fact that Lennox was standing there.

"Mace, who are these guys?" Becca asked, shooting them all dirty looks.

"We just need to talk to her." Lennox assured Becca, but the look on her face obviously means she didn't believe him.

"You're...You're..." I started, finding it difficult to make a full sentence.

"Mace, are you okay?" Becca asked worriedly.

"He's standing, r-right in front of me!" I gasped, and out of pure curiosity, I poked his chest. I was surprised when my finger didn't somehow magically go through, I was hoping he was just apart of my imagination.

But then again, Becca was seeing them too.

Lennox raised his eyebrow as I poked him again, fear spreading through me as my heart rate instantly picked up and before I could register another thought, I burst out of the door, running for dear life.

"MACEY!" I heard Becca call, but I ignored her and kept running.

"After her!" Lennox shouted and I heard a lot of footsteps behind me, which only made me run faster.

This isn't real! This CAN'T be happening! This is all some crazy nightmare and-

BAM!

I was so wrapped up in trying to reassure myself that I didn't noticed I'd ran right into something. Whatever I hit was hard, and painful because I fell right on my butt. My head was throbbing from the pain, it felt like I hit a cement wall. I looked up and saw the same huge, black GMC TopKick.

"Stay where you are, femme." A husky voice growled.

I knew instantly it was Ironhide. The footsteps were growing closer and my vision began to blur, to the point that I couldn't make out a single detail.

Then, the world faded to black.