The Rest of Chapter 2:
"Wheelie, just stay calm! I know….I know that I made a mistake, but-I'm so sorry!" Mikeala whimpered as she saw the fighting jet slowly awake. Maybe she had made a mistake. Wheelie was quivering with fear.
"Just stay away at a safe distance…and if something goes wrong, you call the Autobots and Sam…Go!" Mikeala pushed Wheelie away. Wheelie staggered and fell and scrambled to his feet.
"Ok…I'm goin! I'm goin!" Wheelie stuttered and he ran towards the door.
"Just leave me here…Go back into the house, Wheelie…" Mikeala was frozen and she soon could not bear the thought of being killed now.
It was haunting.
"Do you want me to call Prime?" He poked his head around the corner of the door.
Mikeala growled, knowing that Wheelie was still here.
"Maybe…" Mikeala answered and she had her cellphone in her pocket.
"Do you want me to call the police…?"
"Just go…!" Mikeala yelled and Wheelie was gone.
The engines whirled and his optics glowed red and she could feel the power radiating off of the great jet. He powered on his crimson bright red optics and this was a moment that Mikeala did not want to deal with right now. Starscream looked around and he could not operate his left hand nor the rest of his arm. He could move his right arm but not entirely his whole hand.
Starscream looked directly at her. A frightening moment.
Mikeala looked back him.
…
A really awkward long moment had passed and Mikeala felt she couldn't breathe. His huge optics were scaring her and she couldn't move. He was just…staring. (God, please…stop staring.) Mikeala gulped.
Starscream looked like a statue, and not even a small wire moved. He just stared and Mikeala grew fearful. (Stop staring…! Stop it! Stop it!)
Suddenly Starscream raised his hand and Mikeala gasped as he attempted to crush her! His voice hissed and he seemed to scream something out in his language. Mikeala gasped.
"Ahhhhhhh! Stop it! Don't…!"
Starscream seemed to yelp in pain, but he wanted to destroy her! A bothersome nose hit Mikeala's ears and she couldn't help but cover her ears! Mikeala knew this was a bad idea, but she was…she….she just wanted to help! It was in her instincts. She jumped out of the way just in time! His big eyes were still on her.
Red and wrathful.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" Mikeala screamed as he tried to move and get up. He was too much wounded to get up!
The earth shook and Mikeala almost lost her balance! She couldn't easily twisted her ankle!
"Ahhhhhhh!" Mikeala screamed and Starscream tried to slice her up as his hand had turned into something else! His twirling slicers hit the dirt and it broke through the rocks that were underneath.
"!$%^&%$!$%^&%$!" He hissed out and there was something ghostly and robotic in his high pitched voice, and it was obvious he was angry.
"Hey! Don't! Don't make me call Prime and the others!"
Starscream paused, and that seemed to have caught his attention and Mikeala saw this. She didn't know if it was out of fear or the known intention for the wrathful robot to listen to her for once.
"Yea, and I really don't want to do that…!" Mikeala shouted.
"!$%^&%$!$%^&%$!" Starscream hissed out and his voice was echoey and all…robotic like, more than others. Hissed like a robotic snake. Mikeala wiped sweat off her forehead.
"Ok, I'm just gonna have to stop you there. I can't understand you….yea, just fyi…"
Starscream pounded his fist into the earth! And some sort of spit came from his mouth and Mikeala didn't know what that was! The robot et pounded his fist into the earth again. Everything shook and Mikeala almost lost her balance again.
"!$%^&%$!$%^&%$! !$%^&%$!$%^&%$!" Starscream roared and he seemed to grimace, and his whole face plate seemed to tighten. Then he screeched out loudly that it bust nearby windows!
Mikeala couldn't bear any longer, so she ran out! She ran as fast as she could, and she hoped that Starscream would not follow. She found Wheelie and she was gasping for air. Wheelie looked horrified.
"That did not go well. He is SO pissed off, right now…" Mikeala breathed and sitting down. Her hands shook.
"Great, what are you going to do now? We're done, I'm telling you! Done…!"
"Ok, we just need to keep him away from the public eyes…That's all…"
"You're still keeping him! Why are you keeping him!" Wheelie gasped.
"I don't have time to answer that question at the moment…." Mikeala shooshed him.
"Well, I'll tell you this. It ain't gonna be easy…" Wheelie warned and of course he would know of the consequences.
"Hey, he's injured right? So, how hard could it be?"
That Long, Long, Long Night:
BAANNGG! BAANNGG! BAANNGG!
Mikeala had her pillow over her head. Wheelie was too terrified to sleep already and he was in his little toy truck mode, trying to drown out the sound of Starscream. Mikeala almost had tears in her eyes. Of course this would happen.
"Oh my god! I would tell him to shut up, but I don't want to die a slow death…" Mikeala murmured under her pillow.
"Pl-Please…Warrior Goddess! I need to recharge! Make is stop! Make it stop!" Wheelie begged, transforming back.
"I don't know what to tell you, Wheelie. Just bear with it. Maybe he'll stop…." Mikeala hoped, and tried to go back to sleep.
9 Painfully Long Hours Later:
5:00 In The Morning:
BAANNGG! BAANNGG! BAANNGG!
It was now 5:00 in the morning and the sun would greet the dawn, again. The dark rule over the night sky was almost over and Starscream was desperately trying to find the right amount of strength to fly or somehow run away or even crawl away as fast as he could, to get away from the humans.
Starscream had enough energy to do so and it was no trouble for him at all, because he could go for days without recharge. But it was useless for him. He would wear himself down and it was exhausting.
But inside the house, Wheelie was sobbing and he rolled back and forth on the bed with a wet pillow over his head. Mikeala wasn't covered with her blankets anymore, since it was useless already. Her arms and legs were sprawled out all over the bed, and she didn't use a pillow at all now….she just let herself go insane.
BAANNGG! BAANNGG! BAANNGG!
Her blue eyes seemed to have faded into a grey color. Her dark hair was tangled and messy and she desperately needed a shower. and she had bags over her eyes. It was hopeless. She had been awake all night and all day. Guess who's got life figured out!
BAANNGG! BAANNGG! BAANNGG!
Starscream wouldn't give up! And he must've known that he was torturing them! He just kept going and going and going, and he kept screeching out too! He must've broken his communicator or something. Mikeala would gladly give him her cellphone or something, but he would probably kill her or call his Decepticon buddies to take her hostage and find out what they can. A tight spot.
BAANNGG! BAANNGG! BAANNGG!
But the matter only got worse because she would have to work, today! Mikeala couldn't stand the thought of it! But…it's what she had to do.
Even if it killed her.
3 More Painfully Long Hours Later:
8:00 In The Morning:
Mikeala felt like she was already engulfed in a slow death. She was SO tired, that it wasn't even funny. Wheelie was lucky, because he locked himself in the cellar and he was recharging at the moment. Damn thing.
Mikeala made herself a small breakfast and she wondered if Starscream made any progress at…whatever he did last night. With all that…horrible banging and all those screeches of anger. She walked out of her house.
"I love my job…I love my job…I love my job…I love my job…" Mikeala repeated under a hushed breathe.
Mikeala went to the backyard and she went to get her cherry colored bike, since it was her only ride to work. But…she didn't find it. She looked around and it was nowhere to be found, and then she went to the garage to look for it. Of course Starscream was in there. As she was walking towards the garage-
CRRASSHHH!
The doors were totally trashed as something was thrown at them from the inside. A huge ball of red metal came flying towards Mikeala!
"AHHH!" She screamed!
She had to duck and cover and she got out of the way just in time! The ball of metal rolled and pieces of glass came from it. The doors were destroyed and Mikeala took a closer look at the ball of metal. Like a crushed Coke can!
It was her bike!
Mikeala gasped! That bike was worth a lot of money! Starscream just…destroyed it! Now how was she suppose to get to work!
It turns out that Mikeala called in sick and she threw her bike away in the trash, and now she was utterly bored throughout the rest of the day. Things were better if she would stay home anyway.
