I don't own transformers they belong to Hasbro!!!!!!!!!! :(

I just write the stories. Yay! =D

I only own Jackie Carter, Megan Weis, Tira Evans, Vanessa Fates

And if my friends are reading this you are;

TW = Jackie Carter

MP = Megan Weis

TT = Tira Evans

VF = Vanessa Fates

Sorry about the cliff hanger. I'm just mean like that. XD


Warped

Chapter 2: Why-didn't-I-run-oh-yeah-because-I'm-an-idiot!

Keeper101


. . . San Fransisco, CA . . .

. . . Dark, around 9:00 pm . . .

If you ever get caught in a war zone, don't do what we did. Scream 'Oh my god!' and ran in circles.

After finally realizing that wasn't helping we ran to a corner and huddled there. Jackie was clutching onto Gage's poor arm, with Gage patting her on the back trying to calm her. Vanessa was hugging the trembling Jackie as she winced as each round of gun fire sounded. Megan and I were hugging each other with all our strength as tremors shook the earth. The only thing lighting the garage was the lights and outside city lights. The lights flickered then blinked out of existence. Only a dull orange glow lit the building now. That was when I scream my favorite quote from the Grinch.

"We're gonna die, we're gonna die. I'm gonna throw up, and then we're gonna die!" I screamed as loud as my lungs could take.

An explosion rocked the garage filling it with sickly black smoke. Smelling of death and evil.

It burned my throat and we started coughing. A huge chunk of concrete and asphalt from the ceiling fell and nearly missed Gage, I met his eyes and saw he was just as terrified as me.

Above us the ceiling shook again this time I could hear voices.

"Give up, fleshlings. I have you now." A shrill gravely voice growled out.

Fleshlings? What the heck.

"Aawww. Come on man. Put the gun down and let us go. It would be easier if you just let us go and you went back to your bed or planet. Which ever you prefer, just put the gun down and walk away." A teenager's voice tried to reason. I could tell it was a boy around fifteen.

The shrill voice chuckled low and deep in it's chest.

"Dude, I think your power just ran out." A third voice seemed to whisper to the voice before. This one was slightly deeper but not deep enough to be a man's voice. This voice was a boy around my age. If not, older.

"Did you think your powers would work on me flesh bag?! I am the mighty Starscream and you will surrender to me!" The shrill voice gloated.

Starscream? No way! Hottie alert! Hottie alert!

The roof shook again. Starscream must have taken a step.

But that's impossible. Starscream was a transformer, he doesn't exist. Unless . . . Meg's box, it works. Oh crap, not good!

"His don't. Mine do!" Yelled the third voice. There was a grunt as if he was picking up something heavy then nothing. Starscream let out a shriek of fury and by the trembling of the roof, he was looking for the two boys.

"Find them, I will not go back empty handed agian!" He shrieked to something before he blasted off the roof.

The smoke was still thick as I pried myself from Megs grip. I took a few steps out and looked around before I was struck from the side and knocked to the ground.

Something heavy landed on my chest knocking the breath out of me and scrambled to get up. I had my eyes shut tightly as I clutched my throbbing chest.

"Hey, Jon. There's a girl over here!" That was the boy with the deep voice from the roof. I slowly opened my eyes and glared up at him.

He was around fifteen, as far as I could tell. With a runner's built, he was around 5'7 like me. But with dark brown wind swept hair and had green eyes. He was wearing a tattered sweat shirt and even more tattered jeans.

He got down on his knees and looked at me.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned me.

"Oh just relaxing." I growled. "Help me up." You would have felt snappish after getting the wind knocked out of you.

He smirked at me. "I'm Carl." As he helped me to my feet.

"Queen of Sheba." I grumped.

The smoke was starting to clear when we got up and I could see a tall figure running towards us.

"What did you say, Carl?" He asked as he finally reached us.

This guy was 5'8 with light brown hair that stuck straight out. Fluffy would be the word to describe it. He was wearing one of those smiles that had a presence of a comedian in it. He was slightly wider than Carl but with the same build, with blue eyes, and he was wearing almost the same thing as Carl.

He skid as he came to a stop in front of us with huge eyes. "Holy tomatoes, it's a girl!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah. Of course I'm a girl. I don't exactly look like a boy, now do I?"

Jon took a step towards me. "You shouldn't be here alone. I thought everyone evacuated?" He stated to Carl, who shrugged.

"Well, first off I don't even know where I am, and I'm not exactly alone," I warned and I pointed where the group was.

"Tira. Who are you talking to?" Megs questioned. Turning around I saw she and the others had finally gotten up when they had realized I wasn't with the group. Megs was in the lead with Nessa on her left, and with Jackie gripping Gage, on the right. Jackie was trembling but calmed down when she saw it was just some boys.

Suddenly several vrooms! echoed through the empty garage. Our heads whipped around to stare at the spiral ramp. Through the smoke we could see five robotic figures looking around in the garage. They looked like they could transform into motorcycles and they were about the same size as us. The leader, which seemed to be commanding the others as an alfa wolf would command his pack, turned his gaze to us.

He had blood red eyes.

"Run!" Yelled Carl. He grabbed Megs and Nessa's hands and started running along with Jon. Gage and Jackie quickly followed after them. You didn't even need to tell me.

The leader let out a shriek of triumph before giving chase. The rest followed him like a pack of ravenous wolves, letting out vrooms as they gained speed.

We gasping when we reached the opposite end of the garage. There was a yellow tube that led all the way to the ground, which was sixty feet below us.

"The garbage shoot?!" Jackie shrilled.

Jon looked at her critically. "You got a better idea?" He said before jumping down the yellow shoot.

"Yaba daba doo!" Howled Carl before jumping in after his friend.

"Nasty!" Nessa screamed as she dove into it.

"Someone better catch meeeeeeee!" Screamed Jackie before sliding down.

Gage looked at me. And I looked back at the robots. The only had half the garage to go.

"Go!" I shrieked before pushing him in.

I looked back, the robots were only thirty feet from me! They would be on me in a second. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a faint glow. Turning my head I saw another robot, a bot around my size. He smirked at me with arms crossed before looking back at the drones. He stomped his metallic foot on the floor.

A massive crack appeared on the ceiling and a second later it collapsed crushing the mad drones. He nodded at his work and turned back to me.

"Go." He commanded in a accent, before stretching out his hand. A powerful gust of warm air plowed right into me and knocked me right into the tube. But the gust was to powerful and the rubber tube snapped. Then I was falling backwards through open air with nothing to catch me.

I could hear Jackie, Nessa, and Megs screaming in terror as I tumbled to my doom.


Oh my gosh! Another cliff hanger, oh man.

Another chapter done, I'm on a roll. Whoop de doo!

What will happen to Tira? Stay tuned!

And please review.

- Keeper101.