I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story. This is my first fanfiction so please no hate. So here is the second chapter of "Take Me Away":

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Chapter 2

"Crap…" I mumble to myself. I take my sleeve wiping off blood under my eye where my father's belt buckle struck.

I can't believe he did this. I think to myself, How did things get out of hand so quickly? I rummage through my bag searching for something that I can bandage it in. About half an hour ago I pulled up to a local gas station just outside Jasper. I take my wallet out of the side pocket in the backpack and head inside to see if they have anything.

The lights in the gas station are bright and the only other person inside is the cashier. I find a small box of bandaids, a granola bar, and a bottle of water. I get to register and the man working is reading a newspaper and didn't see me walk up. I clear my throat causing him to momentarily his gaze to drift to me and then back down to the paper. "One moment." He says flatly. I nod and wait until he finds a good place to stop reading. Finally, he sets the paper down and rings me up. I hand him my debit card. He swipes it and the register beeps twice. He tries again only to get the same result. "It has been denied." He says.

"What?"

"Denied." He raises his tone. I nod taking back the card. Well that must mean my dad removed me from the account which also means trying the ATM card is out of the question. My dad got fired which means less money which means no more access to the account for me. I put the water bottle back first before strolling down the aisle that holds the granola bars. I stare at the one in my hand with a growling stomach. I look back to the cashier whose nose is buried deep in that newspaper. Two security cameras are on the ceiling: One is behind the cashier giving an overall view of the entire station. The second is above the bathroom door looking straight at the entrance. I duck down so I'm out of view of the cameras and take the granola bar out of the package and grab a handful of bandages shoving them in my jean pocket. Then, I stand up and walk into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and devour the bar. My stomach growls for more, but I don't want to steal anything else. I hadn't eaten since breakfast early this morning before school. I skipped lunch because I ditched school, bought the car, and went straight home.

I wet a paper towel and clean the cut below my eye. The bandage is then placed over it. I unlock the door and walk out of the bathroom making sure to keep an even pace so I don't look suspicious. The employee is still too busy reading to even notice.

I open the door to the gas station and a little bell rings as I pass under the doorway. Guilt builds up while I exit the shop. I haven't stolen anything before and it doesn't feel right, but what else am I supposed to do?

I walk around to the side of the gas station where my car is parked. When turning the corner, everything is dark, very dark. I could've sworn there was a light on when I parked here. I hesitate for a moment, but decide that I'm freaking myself out and just need to get in the car and leave. I take a unsteady step forward towards my car and pull out my keys when I reach the driver's door. I push the key into the slot. A soft sound catches my attention. The sound is barely audible and as I focus on the noise, it starts to sound like hissing. I look up to the outer wall of the gas station only to see the lamp that was lighting this area sparking. The outer part of the light is shattered along with the lightbulb inside. My gaze drifts down to the ground where I see a rock and shards of glass around it. A shiver runs down my spine and I quickly turn my attention back to unlocking the car. Before I can turn the key, a hand covers my mouth. The person leans in close, their mouth right up against my ear as he whispers, "Get in the back of the car and give me the keys."

I stomp my foot as hard as I can on his. He wails and his grip begins to slip off my mouth. I cease the opportunity by slamming my elbow in his stomach. I go back to the keys and start to turn it. The lock clicks, but just as my hand touches the handle, he grabs me by the stomach, throwing me away and putting himself between me and the car. I stand up just as fast as I hit the ground and race towards him. I tackle him and his body slams against the car. He sees an opening and punches me right next to my bruise from when I fought with my dad. I'm thrown off balance and he kicks me away back onto the ground. I hit the ground hard and lie there for a moment panting before, slowly, making it back onto my feet. I grip my shoulder in pain. I must have landed wrong. I don't know if it's broken or just badly bruised, but it hurts.

He pants heavily and reaches inside his back pocket. "That's it," He manages, "You're coming with me now." He flicks open a pocket knife, the silver of the blade barely glinting in the darkness. My eyes widen in horror. "You know I thought you would a lot easier than this," He points the blade at me, "I like that though. The harder the target the better the pleasure." He snickers. I glare at him with disgust. He stalks nearer, a hand outstretched towards me. I grasp my injured shoulder and walk backwards keeping the distance between us as large as I can. "Oh come on," He sneers, "Don't be like that. Now be a good girl and just get in the back of the car and-" A pair of headlights shoots out behind the man interrupting him mid sentence. I cock my head to the side and am surprised when the headlights are coming from my car. There is no figure or shadow in the windows that I can see. He turns around to see the same thing. He keeps his eyes fixed on my car and I start to move toward him. "What the-" I pounce on on the man landing on top of him. His knife lands on the ground with a sharp clang while he struggles and is able to flip us both over so he ends up on top. He presses a finger on my injured shoulder and I grit my teeth.

Suddenly, the pressure of his finger and body is released and the air is filled with his screams. I look up but am blinded by the headlights that are now high in the air. I squint through the brightness and see my attackers body suspended in mid air. He is placed on the gas station's roof and the man runs to the other side of it as soon as he is released. The headlights then turn back towards me and I bring an arm up to block out the light. I pick myself off the ground running away from it towards the empty road on the other side of the gas station.

Something grabs me by the shirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. The ground disappears from under my feet as I am lifted up. I hear an uproar of sounds, like gears turning and the whirring of a machine before everything goes still. I peek open my eyes to see I am sitting back in my Datsun with my seat belt on. I look outside to see the car parked back at the side of the gas station. I try to unbuckle my seat belt, but it's stuck and with that the car pulls out and drives away from the gas station and heads off road.

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I tried everything I could to stop the car. I pushed the brake, I attempted to steer away in the other direction, but we just headed off the road into the desert-like plains of Jasper, Nevada. Reluctantly, I stopped trying and waited to see where we were headed. We drove for about an hour before the car stopped in the middle of nowhere.

The car door pops open and my seat belt unbuckles. In the blink of an eye, I bolt out of the car. When I look back at it, the car starts to...change. The doors turn into wings, the hood becomes a chest. Everything is shifting until it becomes a body. I look up at it- him, and waited, not knowing what else to do. If I run he could catch me in an instant.

He looks down, pointing the headlights from his chest at me before taking a hand and reaching inside himself. When he finds what he is looking for he gets down on one knee and opens a hand. My backpack sits in his palm. Cautiously, I pick up the bag slinging it across my shoulder. "It's uh...uncomfortable to have something inside while I'm transformed." His tone is gentle and mellow. He cocks his head to the side, a look of concern crossing his bright blue eyes, "Your cut." I bring a hand under my eye to feel the bandage no longer there. It must have fallen off during the recent fight. Placing another bandage over it, he asks another question, "How's your shoulder?" My movement slows as I hear the sincerity and concern in his voice. I try to keep my mouth shut, but answer when I see the look in his face. "It's uh...bruised...I think." I tell him. He stays on one knee, but straightens his back. "My name's Bluestreak by the way, some people call me Silver Streak, but you can call me whichever. I would explain to you what I am and how I got here, but I should have Optimus explain that to you. He's better at it."

I tilt my head to the side at the mention of "Optimus". Bluestreak gets the message and tries to explain, "He's um...my leader I guess. Leader of the autobots." He points to the red symbol on his chest.

Bluestreak goes into this lengthy conversation about a war between the decepticons and the autobots. He starts to talk about Megatron, leader of the decepticons and how the autobots have a base and he needs to find it. He tells me that he had been hiding from the decepticons at the dealership and scouting late at night for the base and it wasn't until we got to the gas station that he received a signal coming from the base.

I can tell by the way he speaks he likes to talk which I like. It makes it easier to hold the conversation with him.

"I know this is crazy," He puts his hands up, "I know this is strange and probably scary, but you um...well you have to trust me. I know we just met and a couple hours ago I was just your car, but please," He urges, "Trust me." I raise an eyebrow at him and he scratches his head. "Here! Um Jasper's a small place right? Do you know a Jack Darby? Maybe a Miko?"

I nod my head. Jack and Miko attend the school I go to. I remember them hanging out together a lot with a short spiky haired kid with glasses, but I can't remember his name.

"Perfect." he says, "They are at the base with the other autobots." He looks at me with glowing blue eyes, "Please...trust me."

I sigh. I don't know why I trust Bluestreak. In some way, I feel like he saved me by helping me escape. And now I have to return the favor. I gaze up to him and nod my head.

He smiles transforming back into a car and opening the driver's side door. I actually want to go with him. I have no other place to go, no family to run to and Bluestreak doesn't...scare me. I know I probably should be, but I'm just not and I can't explain why. I admit I was not expecting my car to turn into a giant robot, but now I feel like a character in one of my books or movies. There's an adventure waiting for me and I'm ready to face it. I hop in and he buckles my seat belt for me and we begin our journey.