It was around nine o'clock when I finally got into my car, happy that it was completely and utterly perfect, and I began driving off home. Only, the car seemed to have other plans.
I screamed when the seatbelt went around me automatically, and the top came up along with the windows, and the doors locked, trapping me in. I screamed even more when the car started talking and driving on it's own.
"Calm down, Mackenzie Witwicky! Please, be quiet, you are damaging my audio processors!" The deep rumbly voice shouted from, what felt like, the radio.
"Jesus, you talk?!" I shouted, frightened for my life.
"I will not harm you, Mackenzie Witwicky. And I thought you knew, since you were communicating with me throughout the time you were repairing me? And thank you for that, by the way." He sounded as if he had a British accent. What the fuck!?
"Yeah, but I talk to the cars all the time, I never expected one to talk back!" I shouted, livid. A deep chuckle came through the radio, and I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. In, out, in, out. Your car talks…in, out, in, out…it's perfectly normal…in, out, in, out…he said he won't harm you…in, out, in, out…he has a British accent…in, out, in, out…that's all you know…and he's driving you somewhere…in, out, in, out.
I finally calmed down, opening my eyes.
"So, where're we going?" I asked the car.
"I thought you'd like for me to explain everything to you, and for us to talk in person. I'd like to show you something." He explained vaguely. I accepted that it was all I could get, for now.
"So…what do I call you?" I asked the car. He chuckled deeply again.
"Well, you were spot on before. My name is Ironhide, and I am your guardian." He introduced himself.
"Guardian, what, like an angel?" I asked him. He chuckled again.
"Something of the sort." He told me, before we slowed down to a stop at The Overlook. It was a basically a large cliff face that most people came to do drugs or to have some backseat fun. It was empty at this time, for once.
"Now, if you don't mind, you might want to get out." He rumbled. I nodded as the seatbelt came off me and the door opened, which let me stumble out. Just in time too.
I watched as my comet began to turn in on itself, and parts of it kept whirring around and moving, until finally, standing before me, was a giant midnight blue, white and silver robot.
"Shit, tell me I'm dreaming." I managed to breath out. The robot- Ironhide, sat down on a massive rock, leaning his face down slightly to look at me. Strangely enough, he had what looked like silvery-blue eyes. Well, they weren't really eyes, but he looked like he had a face and that those were his eyes.
"I am an Autonomous Robotic Organism from the planet Cybertron; Autobot, for short. I was sent ahead of time, along with my colleague, Bumblebee, to protect you and your brother, Samuel Witwicky. During the Cybertronian Civil War, the Allspark, a large cube of energy that can create life from mechanical objects, was sent to your planet to be hidden away until the time came when we could rebuild our planet and start anew. Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, had different plans. He wishes to use the Allspark to transform all of Earth's technology into his own personal army, so that he can take over the universe, and enslave Earthlings along the way. Megatron, however, crash-landed here due to earth's gravitational forces, which he did not expect. Your ancestor, Archibald Witwicky, found him. The coordinates of the exact whereabouts of the Allspark were encrypted on Captain Archibald Witwicky's spectacles. Your brother, Ladiesman1227, holds the key to your planet's survival, or it's destruction." Ironhide finished telling me his story. I was staring down at the ground by the time he was done.
"Well, that isn't very hopeful. But why me? Why were you sent to protect me? I have no connection to all of this except that he is my brother." I asked Ironhide, looking up into his silver-blue eyes.
"Your markings tell me otherwise." Ironhide replied simply. I frowned in confusion, before following his gaze to my tattoos.
"My markings…oh! Wait, those are just tattoos, that's all. I got them when I was sixteen." I informed him.
"Those are Cybertronian symbols. How did you come across them?" He asked me. I frowned, trying to remember back.
"I…I remember seeing them, on a trip to Egypt. I thought they were unusual hieroglyphs or something. And when I leaned on a wall of one of the ruins, I fell in and konked out. When I woke up, I had this." I lifted up my shirt slightly to reveal an unusual shaped burn scar on my hip. It looked like the symbols on my back.
"So I got a tattoo of it on my neck, and a tattoo of the symbol that had been on the wall." I explained to him.
"Those are ancient Cybertronian symbols…I'll have to talk to Ratchet and Optimus once they get here." Ironhide seemed to frown.
"Wait, there's more of you? Coming, I mean?" I asked him.
"Bumblebee is transmitting to them as we speak. They will be here tomorrow night, at the latest. Until then, I wish for this conversation to remain between you and me, if you don't mind. I do not think it is in my jurisdiction to let Samuel Witwicky know of us yet. After all, Bumblebee is his guardian. He must tell him himself." Ironhide seemed to muse.
"So…if you're an alien, how do you transform into human cars? I mean, you can't have always turned into a comet, could you?" I asked Ironhide. He chuckled.
"I can scan any vehicle I wish, and transform into said vehicle. I prefer not to transform into ocean vehicles or airborne vehicles, however. The water rusts and I detest flying." He grumbled. I laughed.
"So…if you wanted, you could turn into, say, a Lotus Elise?" I asked him hopefully.
"I'd prefer to turn into something bigger. I chose the small car form in order for you to buy me so I could blend in. Honestly speaking, though, it's a bit rusty." Ironhide complained. I laughed.
"Well then, come on. Let's get you a scan of something good." I insisted.
He smiled, before turning back into the comet that I had bought. He opened up the driver's side door, and I sighed before walking over and getting in. He strapped the seatbelt in around me, and I put my hands on the steering wheel to make it look as if I was driving, when in reality, he was speeding out of the overlook and onto the highway. We kept driving until we finally made it to the dealership strip. Well, that's what we called it, because for the rest of the road, all that was there were car dealerships, one next to the other next to the other next to the other…and so it goes.
"So, what kind of a car do you want to be?" I asked him.
"What suits you best?" He asked me after a minute. I looked around at the dealerships we passed by. Hmm…well, I'd prefer a Lotus, but he said no…
And that was when I spotted it. Instantly, I knew it was for him. And to top it off, he even had the British accent to match it.
"How do you feel about Aston Martins?" I asked him with a smirk.