Attacks and Arrivals
--Qatar--
The sound of laughter filled the army helicopter as the troop of men returned to their base. Caption William Lennox was in a good mood; only one month left and then he'd get to go home and see his wife and baby girl. The chopper landed with no trouble, and the men climbed out into the hot sun. Will smiled as a young boy, who he had become fast friends with, offered him a canteen of water.
"So you gonna help me with the equipment?"
"Sure."
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"Sir we have an unidentified chopper coming in."
"Have you ran the numbers?"
"Yes sir. The numbers match one that was shot down about a month or so ago."
"I want you to check and recheck those numbers."
"I did sir. A friend of mine was on that chopper."
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The helicopter had just stood up. Just unfolded itself and stood the fuck up. Will had to stand and stare for a moment in order to believe what he was seeing - not that he ever probably would. With a nervous gulp, Will started running as the helicopter attacked.
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"Sir it's hacking into our systems."
"Disconnect. It can't get that information!"
"I CAN'T SIR!"
"THEN CUT THE LINE!"
--Tranquility Insane Asylum Drive--
The sound of soft crunching gravel mixed with the noise of the nightly insects as Barricade drove slowly and silently toward the Tranquility Insane Asylum. The lights of his alt-form turned off and Frenzy was shaking with silent joy in his passenger seat. The thought that he might just get to torture and kill one of the planet's fleshling's made his evil little spark buzz with joy.
"Find his room, Frenzy. I don't want you taking too long in there."
"Ya ya ya. I know. I know just let me in there already." Frenzy all but squealed as names and room numbers slashed before his eyes before landing on one. Samuel James Witwicky, room number 1976, Schizophrenic Ward, Second basement.
"Just remember Frenzy - WE NEED THE HUMAN ALIVE!"
Frenzy all but squealed as Barricade ejected him from his interior. With a low grumble, the cassette made his way to the side door closest to the basement levels and slipped in. The halls were clean, very clean. The floor tiles were a pale grey that caused the soft light from the ceiling to reflect in long rectangular tube shapes. The clean white walls only helped to reflect the soft light.
With a frustrated huff, Frenzy moved to the closest unoccupied internet jack and plugged himself in. In a few seconds, a map of the lower levels was shown, loaded into his memory, and the security cameras were being deactivated. With a gleeful cackle, Frenzy headed off toward the nearest door to the second level of the basement.
--Schizophrenic Ward --
Olivia Cory sighed as she walked down the darkened halls of her current job. This hadn't been what she'd expected when her father told her he'd found her a good paying job as a nurse. Dr. Lynch creeped her out big time, and he was downright cruel to his patients especially the boy in room 1976. The poor boy's hair was so long that it only lacked about an inch and a half of length to touch the middle of his back. His eyes were a deep dark brown - a really pretty color - but the dark circles under his eyes took away from their beauty. The poor boy hardly ever slept.
He had never spoken to her and, so far as she knew, he never talked to anyone else either. He did scream though. You could tell when he was having treatments because he'd scream and fight all the way down to his room. She just wanted to hug the poor boy. A flash of silver in the corner of her eye caused Olivia to jump and turn to her right. She could have sworn she'd seen something. Shaking her head back and forth and scolding herself for scaring her self again, Olivia began to walk back down the hallway.
Over the past few months of working here, she had learned one very important thing. No matter what, asylums at night were creepy. The loud clang of the over turned trash can caused Olivia to let loose an ear piercing scream. Heart racing, she spun around in a fast circle, trying to see what had caused the trash can to topple over. For a few seconds, she saw nothing, and then a flash of silver caught her eye. The little creature that stood in front of her made her think of a small child at first, but then as it moved, her impression changed.
The clicking of what looked like the thing's jaw made her think of a spider clicking its fangs. Long sharp fingers pulled back as it took what looked like a fighting stance in front of her. Olivia couldn't even bring herself to scream before the silver creature flung itself at her, uttering a noise that sounded like a hiss and a growl. Arms crossed in front of her face, Olivia's breathing and heartbeat increased. The small creature was tearing at any part of her upper body it could reach. Blood covered silver claws as it pulled back one arm and took aim. Olivia's scream sounded in the hall, heard by only one person.
--Schizophrenic Ward Room 1976 --
Sam cringed as he listened to one of the nurses scream. Lying still for a few more seconds, Sam listened, hoping to get some sort of confirmation on whether or not it was time for him to get moving. It wasn't the sound of the nurse hitting the floor but the sound the little alien creature made, as it attacked the nurse, that told him it was about time. Getting out of bed and bending down to reach under it, Sam pulled out two more pillows before standing up again.
Quickly and quietly arranging the pillows so it'd look somewhat human shaped, Sam threw the blanket over them and then proceeded to creep to the corner of his room closest to the door. The small robot's footsteps almost sounded like tin cans hitting the floor. Heart beating wildly in his ears, Sam took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. Time itself seemed to be playing with him, for the few seconds it took for the small silver being to start trying to break down his door seemed to last an eternity.
With a loud yell of some word Sam couldn't understand, Frenzy finally succeeded in getting the door open. The door hit the wall with a loud bang and then stayed motionless. Frenzy stood motionless for a few seconds, bright blue optics scanning what he could see of the room in front of him. Small head turning so it could look fully at the bed, Frenzy took two silent steps into the room. With a mad cry of a word that sounded something like "YATTA", Frenzy dove at the bed while Sam pulled himself from his little corner of the room and ran. Thanking every god he could think of, Sam ran down the hall as fast as he could. No matter how stupid Frenzy had been at the moment of his unknown pillow attacking, he wouldn't be fooled for long.
Heart pounding in his chest and body pushing itself for all the speed it had, as soon as the tin can footsteps returned, Sam hit a pool of blood at top speeds and fell flat on his back. Only to turn his head and come face to face with the eyeless face of Olivia Cory. Sam bit back a scream as he tried and failed to push himself up. The blood underneath his hands making it nearly impossible. With another wild cry, Frenzy was on top on him before he could try to get up again. Long silver fingers darted forward and backward, trying to find a way to his neck. A triumphant cry exited Frenzy's vocal processor as he wrapped his fingers around Sam's throat. Barricade said he couldn't kill the human - he never said he couldn't hurt him or at least knock him out.
Frenzy screamed, and his fingers unwound themselves from around Sam's neck to grab at the sharp item that had been forced into one of the joints by his head. Sam had never been more thankful for scissors in his whole life; he was even more thankful that most of the nurses carried them some of the time, they were to be put away when dealing with patients. Sam wasn't really sure what they even needed them for, but he could care less at the moment. With all the strength he could muster, Sam threw Frenzy back down the hallway and was quite pleased to see that the little hellion stayed down for the time being.
Sam rubbed his neck as he finally managed to pull himself to his feet, slipping on the warm blood the whole time. Forcing much needed air into his lungs, Sam ran down the hallway as fast as his already aching body could take him. Sam had to grab hold of the door frame that separated rooms from offices in order to stop his mad dash completely. Frenzy was thankfully still lying on the floor in pain from the jab he'd made with the scissors, which now rested in his pocket. Closing the heavy metal door, Sam's eyes swept the rest of the hall looking for something to jam it closed with.
There, not three feet away, sat a large plastic chair. With an almost giddy type of joy, Sam grabbed the chair and jammed it under the door knob. That wouldn't stop Frenzy for long, but it would give him a head start. Eyes sweeping the hall for the exit to the stairs, Sam started running again. He could hear faint tin can footfalls. Frenzy was finally back up on his feet. Sam pulled the stairway door open with a jerk and fumbled with the lock on the inside while trying not to slow down too much. He still had to make it to the main floor and get outside without getting caught.
Bare feet pounding up the cold metal stairs, Sam made his way up. Now was one of those times he really wished that he had shoes or a jacket for that matter. Cool air rushed past Sam's face as he pulled the door to the upper level open and ran right smack into Dr. Lynch. Heart hammering in his chest at five hundred miles an hour, Sam let out a shout of fear. Dr. Lynch shouted in shock as well, his hand resting over his heart, a look of surprise and amusement on his face. With a grunt and a rough pull, he had Sam on his feet and was five inches away from his face.
"Where you going, Sammy-boy? Huh? How'd you get out of your room?" Sam grunted as he tried to pull away from Dr. Lynch. He could smell whiskey on his breath.
"Are you big metal friends here Sammy-boy? Huh, are they?"
As if to answer his question, a loud bang sounded a few floors below them. Frenzy had knocked in the door. Sam huffed as his hand made his way toward his pocket, toward the scissors hidden there. With a scream worthy of a before treatment fight, Sam pulled the scissors out of his pocket and plunged them into his knee. With a pained and startled shout, Dr. Lynch dropped Sam to the floor and grabbed his knee, dark red blood running through his fingers. Despite the obvious panic and need to get out of the asylum, Sam couldn't help but notice that the doctor's blood almost looked black.
'So he really is an evil bastard. I knew it.'
The loud thump of Frenzy hitting the stairwell door reminded Sam that he needed to book it as fast as he could and, coming out of his momentary stupor, Sam started running toward the exit once again. Apparently God was on his side that day because Frenzy didn't seem to know how to open doors - bust them down yes, turn a handle no. Then again, maybe God just liked to laugh at him.
Pain erupted throughout his body as Sam found himself on his back once again. Only this time, he was looking at the front end of a police car and not the dead body of a nurse. For a moment, he wished it was a dead nurse. The headlights of the car were ungodly bright, and if he listened close enough, he could hear a buzzing- humming noise that he knew wasn't the engine. With a nervous smile, Sam looked at the transformed alien in front of him and prayed it was a friendly one he just hadn't seen before.
"Hi." The car's engine roared to life as the vehicle moved forward a bit. He had been wrong, it wasn't friendly, not friendly one little bit. The roar of a second engine caught both the transformer's and Sam's attention and, thank god, this one was a bright shade of yellow. Sam rolled away from the cop car while its attention seemed to be on the other vehicle. Scrambling to his feet as fast as he could, Sam started running toward the other car.
Just as the driver's side door opened for him, the entrance to the asylum burst open as well, and Frenzy made a mad dash toward him. Sam shouted as the little virus managed to wrap its fingers around one of his legs. Fear running through his veins, Sam kicked out his leg, trying to hit the small silver bot in hopes of getting it to let go. Needless to say, Frenzy wasn't making it as easy as he could. The little bot was weaving back and forth and dodging Sam's frantic kicks at his face. Sam hissed as his bare foot finally managed to hit Frenzy in the face, sharp metal cutting into soft flesh.
With a wild cry, Frenzy leg go and fell backwards a few feet. While Frenzy reestablished his footing, Sam all but jumped into the driver's side of the bright yellow car. The door slammed quickly with a loud click, almost catching Sam's foot in the process. With a loud rev, the yellow car threw itself into reverse and started going backwards down the driveway. Sam bounced in the seat, trying to put on the seatbelt while the car was moving. Which was a lot harder to do on a gravel road than it would have been on a paved road. Sam hissed as his injured foot hit underside of the dashboard, blood dripping onto the floorboard. Sam was jostled as they hit the highway, the cop car not far behind, sirens blaring and lights flashing. The chase had begun.