Woohoo, chapter 1 is done! Alright, chapter 2!
I forgot to add any sort of author's note in chapter 1, so I'll do that now.
I do not own Transformers or any of its characters, only the story and my OCs.
The story is set right after AOE, in an alternate dimension where Lockdown never mentions the creators, and therefore Optimus Prime never leaves.
Yes, Bumblebee still talks through the radio.
I have no idea how often I'll be able to edit, so it will be varied.
Welp... Time for chapter 2, hopefully it is more exciting than the last chapter, feel free to criticize.
When I mean death, I don't mean a hooded black figure holding a scythe or something like that. I may have exaggerated just a bit. It was actually an explosion followed by a large metal hand smashing a portion of the wall to bits. Elise screamed. It just so happened that Elise and I were home alone, Mr. and Mrs. Phillips getting groceries, saying to lock the door and don't let any alien robots in. Locking a door would not keep giant alien hands out, though.
Anyway, after Elise was done screaming, she grabbed my hand and led me to the back room. Surprisingly, instead of hiding, she opened the window. We were two stories up, but that didn't keep her from climbing onto the sill and motioning for me to do the same. There was a small hook on the outside of the window with a rope attached. We both slid down, then ran furiously to... a bush. Yay. Another surprise, she lifted the bush, revealing a small door in the sand. We then climbed down an ancient ladder into a basement-looking room. She unlocked a safe and handed me a gun, two more in her hands. She opened her mouth to explain, but a huge pounding on the ceiling interrupted her. Probably the alien robot.
"This was our safety plan," Elise explained hurriedly, "We set it up shortly after Chicago." I nodded. The family had told me all about the alien incidents that have been going on for quite a while now. "The roof probably won't last much longer," she continued after another bang shook the room and made dust from the ceiling fall to the floor. "I hope you know how to shoot."
"I do," I replied, somehow knowing it was true. At that moment, the ceiling did, in fact, collapse. We had been far enough to the side that we didn't get crushed, but we still had the alien to deal with. Instinct told me to aim for its eyes and the small sliver of light emanating from its chest, so I did just that. First, I went for the eyes, but all that did was make it angrier. I then went for the chest, and it slowed it down, but even with the combined effort of Elise and I, it wasn't enough.
It raised its arm... no... cannon, and we would have died right then and there if a black and yellow figure hadn't come up from behind and ripped the cannon off. It was another alien, but this one seemed to be fighting against the other one. At the back of my mind, something about the yellow one seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. He proceeded to blast a hole in the other's chest and rip its head off. It fell to the ground, dead.
"Who are you?" asked Elise, eyes wide in a mix, of awe, shock, and fear.
"Bumblebee," he answered, seemingly through the radio, "and I've come for you." He said, pointing to me. Then, I managed to find my voice.
"Me?" I squeaked, "why me? I don't even know you." I had no idea that robots could have advanced facial expressions, but apparently so. When I said that, he looked very sad, but a moment later, it vanished.
"You'll see," was all he said. At that moment, Mr. and Mrs. Phillip's car pulled into the parking lot. Bumblebee motioned for Elise to go to them, then transformed into a yellow Chevy with black racing stripes. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as she ran to her parents, waving goodbye. The car door opened, and I got in. I got to see Elise hug her mom and dad, before we rounded a corner, my short former life fading into the distance.
Later
We arrived on a desolate beach, small and lonely. From behind the large, isolating bushes came four vehicles; two smaller cars-one green, one black and red- a large, camo green colored defense vehicle, and a blue and red semi truck with flames and no trailer. One by one, they transformed. The black and red into what looked like a ninja, the green into a robot with goggles on his head and what seemed to be a cape, the camo one into a robot that was slightly bigger in the midsection, and last but not least, the red and blue one seemed to be the tallest. If robots were muscular, he was very. He came forward. I assumed he was the leader.
"I am Optimus Prime," he said in a deep voice. For some reason, I instantly liked him. No wonder he was the leader. "This is Drift," he continued, pointing at the ninja, "Crosshairs," the green one, "Hound," the one with the larger midsection, "and you've already met Bumblebee." I nodded. They all seemed so familiar, but, again, I couldn't remember. "Can you remember anything from your former life?" Optimus asked.
"Only that you seem vaguely familiar, and that my name is Rose," I replied. Optimus smiled sadly and nodded at that.
"Rose," he said in that deep voice of his, "Would you believe me if I told you that you were once one of us?"
"I don't know... maybe." I remembered back to the feeling I had in the hospital room, the feeling that I was not quite one of these people. "I mean, it makes sense and all, since I can't really remember, but... what happened?" There was that sad smile of his again.
"A small group of Decepticons, along with a few remaining scientists from an organization called KSI. We are known as Autonomous Robotic Organisms, or Autobots for short. The Decepticons are our enemies."
"So, you're saying I'm an alien robot," I repeated, "and I would assume I'm an Autobot?" Optimus nodded. This was all too much to take in. As if Optimus sensed this, he said,
"I think you should get some rest. We have a lot to do, and you have a lot to discover." he transformed into a vehicle, as did the others, and his door opened. I got in. I fell asleep as he drove, wondering, as I often had lately, who I really was, and who I'd become if I could never remember.