Hey, sorry for not updating this one for a while, but here it is now. Hope you like it.
I don't know what this is: ~)-[{('**')}]-(~ ...What is it?
It only felt like I'd been asleep for ten seconds before I was woken up again. At first, I didn't know what it was and glanced at the clock. 10:03. I went to bed at nine forty five, so it's close enough to ten seconds.
Then the engine outside revved again and I realized why I was awake at this hour.
My car! My first thought was someone was stealing it, and I rushed to put on the first pair of pants and shirt I put my hands on before rushing outside. My head was too muddled with sleep and what was happening to shout to my dad. I thought quickly and ran for the bike, but the Camaro came up in front of me.
I stared at it, more specifically, the drivers' side window. There was no one in there. How did it drive between me and the bike?
And then, out of complete irrationality, seconds after I felt the strange emotions I was convinced weren't mine change and force assurance at me, my thoughts snapped to the lawn. The car was on the lawn, and even though it was driving its self, and was probably haunted or something, I suddenly feared my dad.
"Get off the lawn!" I shouted, waving my arms back. I didn't worry about waking my parents inside, they were heavy sleepers. So even if I had thought to shout back at them, they wouldn't have woken up. There was surprise as I advanced. "Get off the lawn, my dad's going to kill me." I continued walking toward the car, more scared of my dad finding tire tracks on his grass at the moment than some demented Satin's Camaro.
It backed up and I dropped to my knees, inspecting the grass. My dad has to have superpowers 'cause he can see marks no one else can, and I planned to make it so he wouldn't see anything.
When I was sure there were no marks, somehow, I rounded on the car again and found it allot less menacing after seeing it back up after I yelled at it.
I just stared. Eyes slowly going back to wide-eyed and frightened. What was that thing? To add on to the fact I now know my car is possessed, though I suspected it earlier when it turned sharply away from that cop, I was reminded of the strange emotions and the pull. I could feel it again, but it wasn't strong. Everything was going strange quickly. I felt as if I were in some sci-fi novel.
After a moment, I turned quickly and tried not to sprint back inside. I only took a few steps before the car started to roll after me, the engine wasn't even on anymore! Again, I knew he was either back on the lawn, or close to it. I turned to it again.
"Back up." I urged frowning. It backed up even more than last time and I turned full to it. What the heck? My demented car listens to me?
"What in the world is going on here?" I rounded back onto the house, putting my hands in my hair. "This is crazy." I said to myself. "I've got to be dreaming. Yeah, that's it. I'm not really out here; I probably haven't even given my speech yet. Yeah, because this is impossible." I didn't move, thoroughly sure I was going insane. Did insanity get passed down? It would sure explain my mom, but she isn't actually related to Archibald, she married in.
Now I'm thinking about my mom's status in the family. How can I think about this when I have Satin's Camaro behind me? I honestly don't understand it.
The pull suddenly got stronger for half a second and I straightened up, leaning backwards ever-so slightly. Not enough to fall, but enough to have my thoughts about the pull and emotions connected to the strange car. Of course they are, I didn't have a doubt before, but now I had more proof for myself.
When the pull left, my thoughts flew and I stood right again. I needed to go back inside. "I'm going back to bed." I said quietly. If I was going crazy anyways, I might as well embrace it.
The car gave a jolt and the pull started up again, getting stronger than the last. I struggled with the urge to run back to the car. I tried to keep a cool head, getting all I've found out so far. Everything that's going on has to do with this car, who obviously has a personality. The car understands me, and listens to me. It obviously doesn't mean harm, for it wouldn't have listened and been carful of the lawn if it just wanted to kill me. So it's obviously intelligent.
And it must control the pull, I wonder if the emotions are its. If that's true, 'it's' probably a 'he'. Or 'she', but for some reason, I doubted that. So maybe I would try to talk to it/him.
"Ok, ok. I'm not going in." I turned to the car and the pull lowered, but didn't disappear. I figured he was ready to bring it back up at any moment. "Ok, now I'm talking to my car. I really am going insane." I probably am. Everything I've 'figured out' is probably in my head. None of it exists. But if I'm already in lala land, then I should just play along.
"What the heck is going on?" I asked, not sure if it was to the car or to me. The car rolled to the very edge of the lawn and opened the door. I stared at it. There's no way I'm getting in that thing. I shook my head. "No way. If I'm going insane, or sleep walking, I could very well be getting in some serial killer's car in real life."
The pull started to go up again and I ran forward, fully convinced I wouldn't survive another round.
"Alright, fine. Just, stop doing that." I muttered. I climbed in and the door closed. He pulled back and did a sharp turn out of the drive way and into the road. Great, I was being kidnapped by some possessed car. Wonderful. Whatever.
"What's going on?" I asked, again. At first there was no answer, then a voice emitted from around me. Not from the radio.
"I have a lot to re-explain. But it will be easier when the other's come." I didn't say anything. There were more possessed vehicles?
"What are you?" I asked, still strangely calm. It probably had a lot to do with the constant calm coming from who I knew was now this car.
"Autobots. From the planet Cybertron. I don't exactly know how to tell you everything." he said. "But we do need your help." I could the 'r help' was a last minute addition. I stayed silent, not understanding what a Cybertron is, or an Autobot. But I had a feeling I was about to find out. He drove for a while, then came to a stop in an alleyway, and a big one at that. I got out when he opened the door. Four other vehicles pulled up around us and the semi came to a stop about three feet from me.
My eyes widened and the hold he had on my emotions loosened as they unfolded, folded, turned, and transformed. I guess I know why they're called transformers now. Before I knew it, there were five giant alien robots around me. The largest stood directly in front of me, where the semi had been. A smaller yellow one, with a bit of red, stood to my right and a silver one was slightly behind me, but still to the right. On my right was a black one, about the size of the yellow one, slightly bigger than the silver.
I turned to look behind me to see the one that had been my yellow Camaro standing rather close behind me. He stared down at me. I glanced back around at the rest of them; he was trying hard to get me to calm down. That's why the only thing racing was my heart.
"Are you Samuel Witwicky?" the large one asked, but he glanced at the Autobot behind me instead of me. I figured he nodded before I answered because he looked as if he'd been confirmed before I replied. Which was just a nod.
"They boy is frightened, why?" The black one asked. I don't know, maybe because I was surrounded by five giant alien robots that could easily squish me! Even the smallest, the one behind me, could kill me in half a second.
"Ironhide, you must remember this is his first life. He won't remember." The large one said patiently before turning back to me. "I am Optimus Prime and this is Ironhide. Our weapons specialist." He didn't elaborate on who he was, but it was obvious he was the leader. He motioned to the larger of the two yellow ones "Our medic, Ratchet."
"The youngling's heart signal is consistent to his spark signature. This is Samuel." I didn't understand what he meant by that, but the big- I mean Optimus ignored him, only nodding once.
"And my first Lieutenant, Jazz." I turned to the silver one. He stared at me.
"I'm not going to die, am I? Because I'm rather fond of life." He turned to Optimus.
"No, as long as you don't go after Megatron on your own again." He assured, I still didn't understand what they spoke about. I'd appreciate it if they'd explain everything.
"And this is your guardian." he said after hesitating. My guardian? What does that mean? "Bumblebee." I looked up at him and he looked like he ached to do something. It probably helped that I could know what he was feeling. But that still didn't help on telling me what was wrong.
"What is going on?" I asked quietly. I meant to ask it louder, but the awe and confusion and everything else that were too small to take action on showed in my voice.
"Sam," Ratchet started. "This isn't your first life."
"No," Optimus interrupted. "This is his first life. Your second life was in the past." I stared at him. Before I thought I was going insane. Then I started to believe it. Now I'm positive someone's going to come out and say 'You just got freaked' or something like that. Because this can't be real. Even if I was reincarnated or whatever they're talking about, wouldn't it be in the future, after I died?
"He is no bigger than he had been in the past. That must be why he stopped growing so young." Ironhide noted. I honestly had no idea what they were talking about.
"Yes, he is so different. But I believe he is the same. And that's all that matters." I started to get irritated. It was clear I wasn't in any danger.
"I still don't understand anything." I spoke up.
"Sam, it is true. Believe us. In time, we will be able to prove it. But for now, we will just tell you everything. And we must get moving." Optimus said.
"Yes, do we have a plan?" Jazz asked.
"Yes, but first we can't assume Sam will come with us now." Optimus turned to me.
But it was Bumblebee that spoke. "He'll come." But Optimus continued to stare at me. I knew what Bumblebee meant, he would make the pull act up again and then I would technically go on my own free will. But it was unnecessary. I would come. I am curious as to what's going on.
I nodded.
"Alright. We must move before the Decepticons. That is why we came early." he lead the others in transforming and the engines started up. I guess the engines were so humans wouldn't suspect anything.
The door to the Camaro and I slipped in. The door closed quickly and we were off. There was a click and Ratchet's voice came from the radio.
"-explain it?" They were obviously having a conversation before we joined in. Whatever that was.
"We will start with his place with us. We can explain how we can prove it next." Optimus answered.
"I am guessing I will be the one to talk to him?" Bumblebee's voice was still coming from around me.
"I think that's best. But we will help, so don't close off the comm." Their leader agreed. I waited for him to start, there better be a good reason why I'm now willingly going with these aliens.
"Your second life started many years ago, on our home planet Cybertron." he started and I knew there was a story coming. Whatever the reason behind all this madness, it better be worth it all.
Hey, I worked hard to get this chapter done. Actually, I spent about as much time over all as any other one. I just had to stop writing it in the middle to leave for my house and school. Then I had stopped in the middle of a sentence so I had to pause for about five minutes trying to figure out my own mind, because I knew it was an important thought for the chapter.
All in all, I still have nothing to say. R&R