Kentucky Rain :Part 2

By now the people at the reunion had become bored and the expedition down to the festival was taking place, as people wondered about me at my hotel ten miles away, I was at a gun booth in the process of looking over what I thought was a Walter p-38.

The guy running the booth was a really evil looking old man, who had some weird hat stuck on that head of his and sounded like shaggy from Scooby doo. Still I was impressed by the gun, though it looked to me like it hadn't ever been cleaned or even oiled. I held it up into the light to get a better look at the thing, and then I tried to pop the clip so I could get a look at how well it loaded. To my shock, no matter how I tugged and pulled on the clip the thing refused to come loose. That part really annoyed me. When I cocked the stupid thing and pulled the trigger it fired alright. Every time I did that the hammer slapped into the firing pin just the way it was supposed to. How ever for all intents and purposes the thing refused to act like a real gun and give me a look at the clip. I gave the firearm a dirty look and handed it back to the old guy.

"Man don't show things as working if they are just models," I snarled

He opened his mouth to say some thing too me but I was already in the process of taking off. The price he was asking for the thing was hideous to begin with and I was in no mood to be screwed with. There had been some other guns there too, much nicer, much cheaper, for some odd reason I had been drawn to that thing. I would of course find out later why, with in the next day or so to be exact, but at that point I was ticked because I thought he was trying to rip me and the rest of the people here off.

I sighed and let it go, wandering over to the vehicle show. Once again here I encountered strangeness, there was a display, set up by the same creepy old dude, and I found out, that really struck me as odd. Three F14's, planes, jets, and they belonged to some old guy. I looked them over and noticed that only a private citizen could own these suckers, mainly this was based on the fact that NO army person in their right mind would paint one of them, purple and black, one of them navy blue and white and the last one Red and white. I looked them over and quickly lost interest, they were ugly and they belonged to the creepy old guy, I wanted no part of them.

That was when I noticed other odd things in the festival this year, like the pack of green construction vehicles near the train tracks. Just bits and pieces but things that didn't belong, or were out of place in the town. Inconsistencies that would never be noticed by most of those in the town, but for some reason were blaringly, almost painfully obvious to me. At that point I still had no clue of what I was mixed up in.

The god awful day finally came to an end and I headed back to my motel. I saw my parents off to theirs and drove on to my temporary home. I stepped out of my car as I pulled up to my room and that was when it hit me for the second time. The feeling of the energy coursing through my body, as I gasped grabbed on to my car door for support and crouched there on the pavement, until it was finally over.

At long last it stopped and I was able to pull my self into a standing position and hobble over to my room. After fumbling the key out, I leaned back against the thing for a second and then looked up. What I saw in the deserted parking lot across from me struck me as a bit odd. There was a dark red van, parked next to a white ambulance, both of them were just there in an abandoned lot and I got the feeling that some one over there was eyeballing me. I unlocked the door and backed in to my place, closed it and put the night chain on. I didn't turn on the TV or the lights for that matter; I just collapsed on the bed and lay there for a moment willing my self to get over what had just happened in the parking lot. I sat up and groaned and reached for the light.

"What the hell was that?" I muttered. Believing I was talking to my self.

That was when, for the third time that day, the voice in my head answered me.

"That was my fault."

I stopped cold and looked around my room in the dark, on the verge of screaming because now there was no doubt in my mind. I was hearing things and those things were talking back to me.

"Who the hell is doing this?" I nearly yelled. "If this is some kind of joke this is not funny!!"

"It's no joke," the voice answered. "I'm sorry if I have hurt you. But I am very, very real."

"When, how?" That was when it finally dawned on me, the thing I had brought to my room was gone, and now I had voices in my head. "Y-your that thing I found aren't you, that plasma ball thingy?"

"I am indeed the thing you found last night, but it's not a plasma ball. What you found was, IS called a spark."

"Ummm..." I trailed off as I realized I had heard that some where before. "Spark, wait a second, isn't that a transformer term?"

"Yes. It is."

"So that would make you..." The realization plowed into me like, if you will pardon the expression here, a Mac truck.

"Indeed young miss, I am Optimus prime."

I sat there for a moment processing the fact that I now had the sprit of a thirty foot tall robot in my head it was a whole lot less shocking to me than some one would have thought. It was then something else dawned on me, some thing very embarrassing.

"Oh god..."I choked out.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? SIR... I was running around in here in nothing but a towel last night, IN FRONT of YOU!"

"Ahhh...Ahem... yes well I can see how that may be ahhh... un-nerving. Please forgive me, I should have told you sooner." He paused for a moment, "I had no right to do what I did or keep my intention to share your mind from you. I suppose I was merely acting on instinct."

"Ummm... well I have to admit the thought that a GUY saw me parading around in a towel is a bit aggravating, but I can live with it. As for the not asking, well you were dying weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Then you had no choice, and I'm not gonna hold that against you. You needed help I give that freely, always."

"The fact that you would have helped me dose not change what I did, or make it right. I caused you mental and physical pain, and I have needlessly placed your life in danger."

"I don't understand."

"What it amounts to is this. There are people who want me terminated as I'm sure you saw last night. They will come after me, and they will dispose of you to get rid of me."

I thought about that one for a second, "So basically what you're telling me is if someone busts a cap in my ass, trying to kill you, we both die?"

"That's one way to put it."

"Then we need to make sure that doesn't happen."

"That may be easier said than done, Megatron is already in your town... and may know about you."

That took a few seconds to process, someone wanting me dead because I had a ghost stuck in my body. I had a MALE ghost stuck in my body. Wonderful... at that point I believed that there was nothing else that could possibly happen to me. I flopped back on the bed and proceeded to try and sleep. Praying that at some point the answers would come.

The next morning I got up tiered and achy, and wondering how the heck I was gonna get the autobot who was using my head as I time share back into his body. I dug in my bag and pulled out a fresh out fit then turned to look in the room's mirror.

"Optimus?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Do me a favor."

"How can I help you?"

"Shut your eyes."

"Huh?"

I sighed at that articulate response and proceeded to tell him, "Look, I'm gonna change my out fit. I would like to do it in privacy. So close your eyes, shut off your optics, turn your head, do SOMETHING. Understand?"

"Ahhh... of course," He sounded like he was about to laugh at me. "Forgive me for not suggesting it."

There were a few moments of silence that I took to mean he was no longer looking at me, so I took advantage of them and scramble into a new set of jeans and a blue tee shirt. I pulled my hair out and then announced, "Okay I'm decent."

"Indeed. Are you going to be returning to your family gathering to day?"

"Unfortunately, its four more days, but I think I can get out of the last day, if I let on like I'm sick. That's actually happened once."

"I see, and then?"

"And then, you tell me how to contact your people so I can get you out of my head."

"Well the contacting part should be fairly simple. If I am not mistaken they are already observing you, trying to determine if our circumstances have indeed happened."

"Oh. Okay then, I guess I'll just have to wait."

By this I had finished with my hair and was on my way out the door to go back to the town. To day was the parade and we had all agreed to meet down town. I was going INSANELY early because I wanted a parking spot that was not out in the middle of no where. I walked out to the car and looked over at the parking lot, the red van and ambulance were still there and I still got the feeling I was being eyeballed. But I never said any thing at this point due to the fact that I thought nothing else could possibly happen to me.

Boy was I ever wrong. I got to my home town and parked then moved over to the church to wait for my mom and dad, and all the rest. I was about two hours early, but the place was already full. Tons of people crowed into the small KY town running from booth to booth and looking at everything it had to offer. I was at the top of the steps minding my own business and doing a good job of it when the worst feeling of dread decended upon me. For some reason I ducked into the church and pulled out my cell phone, pounding my grandparents phone number into it.

I was thanking God almighty when my mom answered the phone.

"MOM!"

"Honey?" she paused a moment. "What's the matter, you sound up set."

"Look mom, I'm not feeling good. Do me a favor, stay at the house until I get there. Please?"

I could almost hear her frowning on the other side of the connection, but being a mom she did what I asked. "Okay honey. You come on to the house and rest if you feel bad."

"Thanks mom, I hate to put this on you."

"Now babe, never think that. You just come on up to the house. Your dad and I can go back later with out you."

"Thanks momma, Love ya."

With that I left the church, fully intending to head back to my grandparents house. However the dread that I had been feeling came to a head as I walked to the parking lot, while Optimus talked to me.

"Your mother is a wonderful person; you love her a great deal."

"Her and my Dad, are two of the best things in my life Optimus." I muttered.

"You're a very lucky young woman, but tell me why did..."

He stopped cold as the explosion hit, tearing one of the booths to pieces and scattering the festival goers in all directions.

"Oh God," I got out as I turned to face the source of the sound.

Coming out of the cloud of dust was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen in my whole life. A thirty foot tall robot with the biggest gun I have ever seen strapped to his arm. I gaped for a second and as Optimus received the information through me he only had one thing to say.

"MEGATRON."

"That's megatron!?" I was now running to my car, and was in the process of unlocking the door when something else occurred to me. The show tent was being demolished too, and judging from the coloring of these robots, I now knew why those F14's had been there. "Good GOD!"

I had the door open and was in the process of getting in when the silver one's voice made it to me.

"I am megatron! Leader of the Decpitcons!" he paused and looked over the terrified crowd, most of whom had now stopped in their tracks and were gapping at him.

"One of you miserable flesh creatures is carrying the spark of Optimus prime in your body. You will surrender your self to me now! If you refuse I will have my men rip this town apart until you are found."

I slammed my door shut and gasped for breath, "Is this what you meant by people coming after me Optimus?"

"Yes."

"Great," I stared my car and put it into gear, "Well if that silver prick wants me, he's gonna have to catch me." I gunned the motor a bit and then turned the car to face Megatron.

"WHAT are you gonna DO?"

"Take the direct approach." With that I floored it and sped into the crowd, laying on my horn all the way.

The festival goers promptly got out of my way, megatron how ever was in no way expecting this particular maneuver. I shot the car between his feet and then screeched it to a stop at the end of the road.

"HEY UGLY," I yelled out the window. "You want me? Come and get me!"

I once again floored the gas and was gone and out of town possibly be fore what I had told the big guy even registered with him.

"That was incredibly stupid."

"I saved the town didn't I? Now tell me something."

"What?"

"That van and that ambulance, across from my room, are they two of your people?"

"Yes, they are. Ironhide and Ratchet."

"And if I get us back there will they help us? Keep those jerks from killing me and take me some where so I can get you out of my head?"

"Most certainly... heh... I didn't think you had seen them."

"I'm not that big of an idiot. Now shut up and hang on." At that point I some how managed to give my car even more gas, driving to Stanton in a way that I only would have driven, if I were being chased by giant killer robots.

At this point back in the town, Megatron and decided that it was not worth fooling with the people there and had gathered up his men and began to follow the road they had seen me head down. I how ever had the advantage here. This was the territory where I had spent nearly every summer of my childhood; I knew short cuts and roads that only a townie, albeit a reluctant one could know. I was in the process of bumping my beat up car over the back roads and curves, while they were flying up and down the mountain parkway looking for me.