I wait by the luggage pick up to get my suitcase and other belongings before heading to the terminal to wait for my ride. My motorcycle is being brought by the moving van so I wont have to deal with it on the cargo plane. I may not be 20 yet but know one really knows, thanks to the fake ID a friend made for me. I wait patiently for my ride in the terminal, I take a seat and pull out my phone to check the time. It's half past 10, they should've been here by now.
"Katana!" I turn my head around to see aunt Judy speed waking to me with open arms, uncle Ron and Sam not far behind. I smile before getting up and lightly jogging to her with the same gesture. " Hey aunt Judy. It's been awhile since we've seen each other." We hug each other for a really long time until Judy began to suffocate me. I tried to tap her shoulder to let her know I need the air. "Judy let the poor girl breathe before she turns blue to the face." Thank god. " Oh my. I'm so sorry sweetie. It's just been ages since I last saw you." I give her a light chuckle and go to Ron and Sam to give them a nice short embrace. "Thanks for getting me out of class early Kat."
"No prob Sammy." I manage to get him in a head lock and start to ruffle up his hair." H-hey don't do that and stop calling me Sammy. I'm not a little kid anymore Kat." I quickly let him go and his hands go automatically to fix his hair. I smile and shake my head a little before picking up my bags and head toward the car outside the terminal. I don't hesitate to throw my things in the trunk and hop in the back with Sam. "I'm gonna get some shut eye okay. Wake me when we get home 'kay Sam." I lean my head down on his shoulder after hearing him mumble incoherent words and drift off to the dream world.
~~~Dream World~~~
Pain. Darkness. That's all I feel. I can hear someone screaming out to me. My vision clears slightly to see my mom. I open my fully and take in her features; light scratches and burn marks littered her whole body, the light brown hair now a charcoal black, her eyes devoid of life. "Mom? What's going on? Where am I? I thought you died?" I had so many questions that never got answered. "Katana, my sweet little girl. You've grown to be everything I Hoped you'd be." My eyebrows rouse in confusion. "Listen, I don't have much time to explain. You are special Katana. You are destined to do great things okay." I look into her dull eyes trying to understand what she just told me. "I don't understand." The world around us began to shake lightly. I look up at my mother to see she is slowly deteriorating. I reach out to her like I did that day." It's okay Kat, I'll always be with you. Take care of her for me." She turns around before completely fading away. The ground shook violently again making me loose balance and land harshly on the black ground. I look up and see seven robots towering over me. The black void began to break away, white light seeping through the cracks. "We'll meet again Katana Alice Witwicky." I felt the ground underneath me give away to the white blinding light that consumed my body bringing it back to the real world.
~~~End Dream~~~
"Kat. Wake up. Were home." I groan slightly before burring my face deeper into he crook of Sam's neck. "Five more minutes Please." I hear him sigh before pushing me off of him. I take a moment to regain my self form his light shove and get out of the car. I stretch my arms and back earning a satisfying pop sound come from my joints. I walk up to the trunk of the car to take my suitcases to my new hows that is right next door to Sam's. As i walk up the steps of the white two story house I hear the moving van pull up. We spent the rest of the day putting every piece of furniture into the right rooms and organizing my things into their rightful place. Once everything was done I paid the movers and said good night to Sam, Judy and Ron. I go up the stairs to get started on my room. I open the window to let some fresh air inside of the stuffy room. I close my eyes as I inhale the night air before turning around to put my things were they belong. As I put the last item away I hear someone calling my name. I turn towards the window to see Sam's open window across from mine. I wave slightly at Sam kinda creep out that he has a good view of my room and I have an angled view of his. 'I'm gonna have to by some thick cretins'. I go down stairs to check the time since I have no battery left on my phone. I look at the glass grandfather clock that is in the hallway, 11:00 pm. 'Perfect'. I quickly get my red turtleneck, jacket, pants, shoes, gloves and helmet on and head to the garage were my lovely motorcycle rested. I go to the tool box and open up the hidden compartment to get the keys and some stun rounds for my pistol. I mount the bike and open the garage door, riding into the night. I stop at one of the stop lights looking and listening for any trouble. I hear the roar of an engine and turn to my right to see a 1977 Chevy yellow Camaro with black racing strips. I smirk under my helmet knowing exactly what the driver is hinting at. I rev the engine of my bike waiting for the light to turn green. Once it is green I drive away doing a wheelie for a good three minutes, leaving the Camaro a couple feet behind. We race down the street for awhile before hearing the siren of a police car. I then press my body closer to the bike for more speed, taking sharp turns to avoid the cops. I hide in an alley way turning the motor off and waiting for the cop car to pass. Once I think the coast is clear I drive around for a bit listening to the police scanner I installed in my helmet. I then think back to the Camaro wondering if they escaped the police officer. I then pick up that someone called in about being abused by their boyfriend in an alleyway. I sped down the street looking everywhere for the anything suspicious in an alley. I then hear screaming and yelling in a near by alleyway. I pull in and find a young teenage male hitting what I amused to be his girlfriend with his hand. Before he was able to hit her again I jumped into action using my right prosthetic leg to make me jump further tackling him to the ground.
I quickly get up and go to the girl. "It's okay he won't get you any more. Stay behind me just in case." The girl vigorously nods before wiping her eyes smearing her mascara. The boy gets up and snarls at me. "Babe get back here now." The girl takes a step back heading towards my bike. "Don't make me ask twice." He takes a step forward pulling out a switch blade from his back pocket. I get into a fighting stance when he starts to get closer to us. When he swings his knife at me I grab his arm and twist it to dislocate it, but he back kicks my stomach and the momentum made me fall on my back. He comes at me with his knife again stabbing it into my right arm cutting through leather, rubber, metal and wires. I smirk at his confused face before flipping us over so I am on top. I take his knife out of my arm and throw it to the left. He then tries to strangle me but I back flip off of him and get my gun out loaded with stun rounds. Once he gets up he grabs his discarded knife and lunges toward me. When he is at least 2 feet way I fire the gun, the needle placing itself in the side of his neck. He drops his knife and falls to the floor paralyzed from the neck down. I put the gun back in the holster and walk back to the shaken up girl. "Come, lets take you home." I hold out my hand to her waiting patiently for her to take it. She puts her hand in mine and I lead her to Beast. I help her onto the motorcycle and get on my self."Hold on tight 'kay. I don't want you to fall off." Her thin delicate arms snake around my midsection and she lays her head on my shoulder blade. "So where do you live kiddo?" I ask her What she said next caught me off guard. "Why do you choose to save people at night? Why not do it by joining the police force or something?" I slowed the bike down just a bit and thought about it."I just want to make a difference in my own way. With out someone in a uniform telling me what to do." She just shook her head. She then pointed to a house where a girl was waiting for her. "Drop me off there. I'm gonna spend the night with my friend." I slow down to a stop and let her get off. "Thank you Night Rider." I just nodded before her friend came running down the steps and embraced her in a long loving hug. "Hey Mikaela." I then drove off before the girl Mikaela could say anything. I decided to walk the motorcycle into the garage to cause less noise. 'Can't have anyone find out who I am.' I then close the garage door and head up stairs to my bedroom to put away my gear and head to the bathroom. I take off my prosthetic limbs before getting into the tub filled with water. The warm water feels so nice on my sore muscles of today's events.
I finish up my bath and dry my self off really good before putting on my leg then my arm. I walk up to the mirror and stare at myself. I ghost my fingers over the line were skin and rubber meet. I decided to fix up my arm by putting on a latex skin over the metal, until I can repair the rubber one. I put on my undergarments and nightgown. I go back into my room and lay on by bed staring up at the ceiling. The moon light illuminated the room as I raised my prosthetic arm up in front of me, seeing the metal through the thin cover of 'skin'. I would've liked growing up with a real arm and leg but that wasn't my choice. It never was. I take my limbs off again and drift off to sleep.
~~~Dream World~~~
"Hold on Sam! Just hold on!" My grip on his arm tightens as we hear giant mechanical breaths. My metal hand showing through the tears of the fake skin. Sam had a death grip onto the cube we were suppose to protect. "Give me The cube Boy." I look up and see the giant mech reach out to us with his sharp servos. "NEVER!" I manage to yell out before he roared and broke the statue Sam and I were hiding behind. Sam then lost his grip on my hand as we were falling to our death. Everything was going in slow motion. I could hear the evil cackling of the mech, Sam screaming and debris falling, yet I didn't bother to make a sound, I was willingly excepting death. "Death isn't your time Katana. Only you and Sam can stop this." I heard a voice say before I was engulfed by darkness. "Hello?" Nothing. The silence in the darkness was deafening. I tried to walk around but fell. I didn't have my right arm or leg. I look up in the distance to see a car on fire. I drag my self as best as I can to try and help the person in the car but stop when an agonizing pain rocketed through my body. It felt like I was being torn apart. I look to my side to see Sam, Judy and Ron looking at me. I reach out to them asking for help but they don't move. "Poor thing. So helpless." I look down at my self and I am slowly and painfully deteriorating. "I feel like we know her." Judy said "How can we know something that fucked up mom." Sam said. Ron just shrugged and started to walk away. My body tearing apart the more they walk away. I scream in pain when my body is violently torn apart. My vision being surrounded by darkness.
~~~End Dream~~~
I jolt up from the bed breathing heavily. Sweat running down my face. I wipe some of it off with my wrist and look over at my alarm clock. 1:54 pm. 'I slept most of the day?' I get out of bed but face plant onto the floor. "Fuck." I completely forgot about my missing limbs. I groan loudly in frustration before putting my arm and leg on and changing into a casual outfit and head over to see Aunt Judy. I walk on the path that my uncle made knowing he'll make a big fuss about his grass. "Thanks for walking on my path Katana unlike someone in this family." I chuckle lightly knowing very well he is talking about Sam. "Hey uncle Ron. Where ya headed?" I ask him slightly tilting my head and following him to his car. "Well I'm going to take Sam to buy his first car if he can land at least three A's in school." I stared at my uncle knowing very well how much of a cheapo he is but I gotta see the look on Sams face when he realizes he gets his first car out of a junkyard. "Can I tag along?" I ask politely. "Sure kiddo." I hope into the back of the car while Ron turns the key to start the car. "I'm not a kid anymore uncle Ron. I'm technically an adult." He shakes his head and chuckles lightly at my response. In no time we park in front of Sams high school. "So how was your high school days Katana?" I look to the front seat were my uncle was and just shrugged. " Not really what I expected but I was able to learn things at a faster rate since my brain was sucking up information like a sponge. I was even able to understand Spanish even though I never spoke it or even heard it be spoken." Before he could ask me anything else Sam came by running to the car. "Yes! Yes, yes." He throws his back pack in the back almost smacking me in the face. "Sam! Watch it next time okay." I shake my head when he doesn't even acknowledge that I was in the back. He gets into the passenger seat and buckles up looking straight at his dad. "So?" Uncle Ron looks up at him. "A-. It's an A though." I look at the back of Sam's head in surprise. 'He actually got A's without my help. Guess he's not my little cousin anymore.' Ron looks at him in disbelief and tries to see the paper Sam was holding. "Wait, wait,wait. I can't see. It's an A." I place my hand on Sam's shoulder and give him a firm pat. "Nice job Sam." He turns around and smiles at me. "Oh! Hey Katana. I didn't see you there." I roll my eyes and lay back listening to their conversation as we head of to the dealership to get Sam is first car. 'Wait 'till he sees where we're getting his car at.' What seems like 20 minutes after picking up Sammy, I look to the side and see a Porsche dealership and my jaw drops in disbelief. 'This has to be some sort of joke. There is no possible way Ron is gonna get him this nice of a car.' I turn my head toward Ron and Sam, my mouth slightly open.
"I got a little surprise for you son." Sam looks at his dad, "What kind of..." He stopped not able to finish his sentence after seeing the luxurious cars in front of us. "Yeah, a little surprise." Ron drives into the lot of the dealership passing all of the expensive looking cars. "No. No, no, no, no. Dad! Oh you got to be kidding me." He looks over at his dad not able to contain his excitement. "Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche." The smile on his face dropped. Ron and I burst out laughing at the disappointing face Sam is giving us. "You think that's funny?" He looks between me and his dad, not amused at the situation. "Uh yeah, it's funny. The look on your face was priceless." I say between laughs. "What's wrong with you guys?" He turns around to face away from us annoyed at our constant laughing. I lean closer to the front and look at the side of his face. "Sam, everything is wrong with me. Besides, did you really think he was gonna get you a Porsche, for your first car? I thought you knew he was a cheapo." He puts his hand in the door and looks at the crappy dealership we entered. "I don't want to talk to either of you for the rest of this whole thing." I put my hands up and lean back into my seat looking at all the used cars in the lot. Ron parks the green convertible and we all get down to have a look around. We walk up to one of the cars near the front of the shop and Sam begins to bicker with his dad. "Here? No, no, no, what is this? You said... You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad." I walked up behind him and lean on one of the cars. "Believe me when I say this, this is half a car." Sam turns my way with an angry scowl on his face. "You're not helping." I get off the car and walk toward the one they were looking at. "When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine." We then began to walk to the entrance before stopped us in front of two beat down cars. "Okay, let me explain something to both of you Okay? Have you ever seen 40-Year-Old Virgin?" I nod my head yes when Ron said yeah. "Okay, that's what this is. And this is the 50-year-old virgin." He motions to both of the cars trying to prove a point. "You want me to live that live?" I look at him and shrug my shoulders. " I don't know. It seems to suit you." Sam then glares my way. "You're not helping out you know that. You're my cousin. You're suppose to be on my side about things like, this. Not make it worse god." Ron gives him a stern look. "No sacrifice, no victory." Sam walks away from his dad frustrated at this situation. I find it kinda amusing."Yeah no victory. You know I got it. The old Witwicky motto Dad." We then walk up to the owner who puts his hand out for us to shake. " Gentlemen, and lady." Sammy grabs a hold of his hand and shakes it before letting it go."Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." I look at him confused. 'Isn't Bolivia a Spanish speaking state?' Bolivia then puts his hands on his hips and looks at all of us. "Well," I speak up,"my cousin here wants to by his first car." Bolivia then places his right hand over his heart like if he was taken back by what I said. "You come to see me?" Sam looks slightly depressed but answered in a low voice, " I had to." I pat his back before telling him I'm gonna look around. I walk around the lot looking at all the different types of cars from Beatles to a Volkswagen.
I stop in front of a very familiar looking black and yellow Camaro. I smirk at the car for it ain't half bad being in this scrap yard. I place my hand on the hood and lightly drag it across until i reach the door handle and open it to view the interior. "You ain't half bad on the inside either." The car lightly rumbles when I caress the black leather seats. I dismiss it as the car moving when I climb in. I place my hands on the steering wheel and enjoy the texture of its cover. "Not bad at all." I then wipe off dirt that was on the center of the wheel revealing a strange symbol of a face. 'Huh. Maybe it's the brand of the car?' I lean out the window and call over Sam. Once he comes by he looks at the car admiring its features. "This ain't bad." I smirk letting go of the wheel and leaning out the window to look at Sam. "I know how to pick 'em." He glides his hand on top of the car before stepping back to look at it again. "This one's got racing stripes." Bolivia puts his hands onto the trunk of the car and agrees with Sam. "Yeah. It got racing..."Sam then opens the driver door and I move over to the passenger side to let him get a feel for it. "Yeah, what is this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car." Bolivia asks completely confused. "Manny!" He calls out. From the other end of the shop the guy 'Manny' walks out. "What?" "What is this? This car! check it out!" I look over to the little bumblebee that's hanging on the rear view mirror. I turn it over to get a good look at it and found that it has writing on it with big bold black letters. 'BEE-OTCH. That's adorable.' I mumble under my breath feeling the car vibrate again. "I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!" I look up to see Ron inspecting the car from the out side. "Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny! Find out!" Sam then starts to rub the steering wheel feeling the texture like how I did a few moments ago. "Feels good. You do have a good eye for this kinda thing Kat." I cross my arms and look at him while he examines the weird symbol. "I thought you said you weren't gonna talk to me for the rest of this whole thing. Hmmm." He just looks up at me and says one simple phrase. "Shut up." Bolivia walks over to my side of the car and places his hands on top. "How much?" Ron asks. "Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..." I interrupt him," Custom?" He bends down to look at us in the car. "But the paints faded." Sam retorts. "Yeah, but it's custom." I look at both of them before speaking up. "So it's custom faded?" Bolivia looks at me and shakes his head. "It's his first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand." He stands back up and looks to Ron. " Five grand." Ron shakes his head in disapproval. "No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." I look at him in disbelief. 'Really, it's only over by one grand he ain't gonna pay for it.' I look over at Sam who has a disappointed look. "Uncle Ron I can pay for the rest I don't mind honest." Ron shook his head and Bolivia told us to get out. "No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." He looks out my window to look at him. "Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." Bolivia then goes to the car next door trying to convince Sam to buy it instead climbing in talking about how good of a car it is. I pull on the door handle but it wouldn't budge. I try jigging the handle but it still wouldn't open. " Hey Sam can you help me. My door wont open." Sam sighs and gets out of the car still looking at ht e inside. "There's a Fiesta over there with racing stripes." Sam then looks at his dad and answers him with a little sass. "No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." He then closes the door to the car making mine open abruptly hitting the car that was in. I raise my hands up quickly and look at Sam who's eyes are wide open.
"I swear from the Earth and back i was not the cause of that." Ron walks around to the car Bolivia was in. He was getting out of the car through the window. "Gee. Holy cow. You alright?" Ron asks. "No,no,no. No worries. I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out baby!" He laughs. I try to get out but the door shuts and locks it self leaving me trapped inside. 'Great.' I cross my arms just sitting there with nothing to do. The radio then starts to act up on its own. "...greater than man..." I quirk an eyebrow at the malfunctioning radio before trying the door again. 'Nothing.'I then move to open the driver door but it wouldn't open either. The radio began to act up again going through different stations. "Cover your ears-babe." I didn't have time to ask any questions before a high pitched beeping noise blasted through the radio shattering the windows of every car in the lot. I look up still lightly dazed by the noise. Bolivia looks around the lot with a horrified expression before turning around holding up three fingers telling us that the car is for $4,000. I hold my head trying to stop the ringing and the on coming headache. I smack the dash board with my prosthetic hand. warn me next time you do that you stupid car. Agh I'm gonna need some serious pills for this." Sam then hopes into the car without any trouble opening the door and drive back home. "Hey thanks for picking this car. I don't think I would have found it if you weren't here." I look at him with a small smile." No prob Sammy boy." The ride was quiet 'till he parks the car in my drive way instead of his. I turn to look at him with a questioning look on mt face. "Can you please wash the car, please i'll do anything if you do." I look at him and sigh before getting out of the car. "Fine. But I'm going to the party you were 'invited' to if you don't mind." Sam then gets out looking at me with wide eyes. "How'd, how'd you.." I turn to walk into my house with Sam following behind me. "A girls got her way, plus i heard you talking to your friend over the phone about it last night so..." Sam gives me the car keys and walks away. " If my prosthetic limbs start to short circuit your helping me with the repairs." I yell out to him before entering my house heading up to my room to put on my swim suit, shorts and half inch heeled sandals. I walk outside and open the garage door to get the bucket and sponge. I fill it up with warm water and soap, letting the sponge absorb the water. I bring the bucket closer to the car and place it down before tying my raven black hair up into a messy ponytail. "Alright handsome. Time for a bath." I open up the hood to get started on the engine first. "Oh my. Nice headers. Man I wish you were my car. I'd like to hear this engine roar someday." I began to slowly clean every inch of the engine feeling it get warm every once in a while. Once I was finished I closed the hood and went to work on the interior of the car. I plugin my earbuds and began to work on the leather seats making them shiny. I hum lightly to the song as I clean the inside windows with Windex. "~This is the last night you'll spend alone. Look me in the eye so I know you know I'm everywhere you want me to be~" I finish the windows and sit in the drivers seat admiring my work. The disco ball slowly reflecting the sunlight into the car. I look at the little bumblebee again admiring the words written across it. "I feel like bumble-bitch would've been a better phrase." I sigh before getting up and decide to take f my earbuds and place them on the seat and slowly pull off my shorts since I don't want them to get wet. The radio then makes a whistling noise making a light blush cross my face. I place the shorts on the seat with my earbuds and phone and close the door and start to lather the whole car in soap. I tip toe to get the center of the roof gently pressing my body up against the car. The engine then roars loudly making me jump away from the car. The radio then started to play If I Had You by Adam Lambert. I dismiss it as my imagination and continue to clean the car. With every movement I would make the car felt like it would shudder. I tried not to place my body onto the car but its hard not to when you can't reach certain spots. I was finishing up the hood when I loose my balance and slip landing on the center of the hood on my stomach. My face flushed a bright red from embarrassment so i turn around and slide off the hood walking away to get the hose. "Please tell me no one saw that." I turn on the hose and water down the car only to hear faint whirling and beeping noises. I then splash my self with the water to get off some of the soap and began to dry the car and my self. I was about to work on to the tail pipe when Sam come running out of the house arguing with his dad about the path. I throw him the keys and quickly go back in the car to get my things before running into my house to change. I normally don't wear any reveling clothes but we are going to a lake and knowing Sam as the hormonal teenager he is there is probably a girl there that he likes. I quickly change into a nice fresh outfit and head out of my house to see Sam waiting in the car. I hop in and he starts the car. "Took you long enough. Come on or we're gonna be late." He pulls out of the drive way leaving a cloud of black smoke. He gives me a quick glance, "I thought you cleaned the car?" I look at my self in the side mirror fixing my ponytail. "I did but you being impatient like the sissy you are I didn't have time to." We then were heading toward the lake but had to make a quick pit stop. "No, no, no! Really Sam! Really!"