This Chapter took longer than I expected. I actually finished it quite awhile ago, but I let it sit on my computer for a really long time and just nit-picked at it. I finally have it to where I feel that it is okay for posting. So here it is! I know it's not perfect, but I hope that it is close. Hope you all like this Chapter. Sam and Willa finally get out of the Coffee Dreg! Enjoy!
StoleTheSpider does not own the Transformers.
The robot lowered its cannon from its mouth, but still continued to point it at Willa and Sam. Speaking in a warbling tone that bordered on psychotic, the robot said, "Sam Witwickey. Lord Megatron would like to have a word with you."
A dark look came over Sam's face and he opened his mouth, to no doubt say something crass that would likely get him in trouble with the deadly robot that was currently pointing a weapon at them, before something huge fell against the concrete outside, making an almighty crunch.
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Willa let out another involuntary scream as the huge robotic looking head crashed down onto the blacktop outside. Sam hurriedly clamped his hand over Willa's mouth as he whirled around to face the smaller robot that was currently inside the dining area with them.
It had moved closer to them while they were distracted by the apparent fighting that was going on outside. Pointing its hand cannon at them, the alien's smirk widened into a malicious smile. "Witwickey. You are coming with me. The girl, however, is not needed. Say goodbye to your human friend." Willa could only watch as it raised its hand cannon to eye level, pointing it at her heart. A desperate thought crossed her mind as she stared down the barrel of the cannon that was pointed at her. Maybe I could throw something at it. A piece of rubble? Glass? Would that even distract it long enough for me to get out of range?
Before Willa could even twitch her hand towards the piles of rubble around her, Sam dove at her, knocking her down and into the cover of the fallen tables. The automaton let out a screech of outrage as it open fired on the fallen tables. It was too late. Sam and Willa were already on the move, scrabbling back from where they came to get closer to the other side of the divider and as far away from the cannon wielding menace as they could.
Looking back over his shoulder as they crawled amid fallen glass, Sam hissed to Willa, "Ok. Here's the plan. We're going to rush to the divider and get to the other side. Frenzy's following us on the other side of the tables. He'll need a minute to process that we've ran. You get on the other side of the divider and try and stay out of sight. Frenzy will be focused on me."
"What are you going to do?" Willa anxiously whispered back. She found her teeth to chattering against her will. Clamping her tongue between her teeth on the left side of her jaw, she tried not to lose control. She would be no good to anyone if she lost it now.
"Something crazy. I'm going to try and find a weapon to use against Frenzy. There's got to be something back there in the kitchen to use." Sam murmured.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe some knives that we use to cut the buns with. Or maybe a coffee mug or two. You want some boiling water? It might make him rust! I don't honestly know! I've never actually thought about what could be used as a weapon while I work! This is kind of a new thing for me!" Willa sarcastically whispered back, boarding on hysterical as her previous two seconds of calm left her.
"Willa. Focus. Keep your cool. We're going to get out of here. It'll take a while. But we will get out of here. Now you need to get on the other side of the divider. Sprint on three. One…Two…"
Suddenly another line of bullets cut off Sam and Willa's desperate scrambling. Willa's breath hitched in her throat as she slipped back on her rear. Sam's hand quickly grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet. "No! Keep going! Get to the divider!" he ordered as he pushed her past him.
Willa took off, slipping and sliding among spilt and discarded drinks and fallen glass. Finally, she dove behind the divider and turned back to see Sam heave a table off of the floor and push it at the alien who was advancing toward him, weapon raised and smoking.
As the table fell on top of the metal beast, Sam turned on his feet and lunged behind the counter. Before he was even fully covered by the counter, Willa saw Sam make use of their enemy being distracted by pushing her coworker and boss toward the front exit with a hurried "Go go go! He doesn't want you! Get out of here!" Willa had completely forgotten that they were still in the building with all that was going on. As her boss and coworker safely escaped outside to freedom, Sam was still hurriedly searching for something, anything to use against what he kept calling 'Frenzy'.
Abruptly, there was the sinister tapping noise of metal on tiles as Frenzy started to walk past the tables and towards the divider. Willa flattened herself as far against the hollow half wall as much as she could. The toe of a metallic foot peeped into view as their attacker stepped into sight. Willa held her breath and froze. This was the perfect opportunity to take the thing down. In its effort to not have Sam notice it, the thing had stepped right past Willa, thus opening it to a surprise attack from behind. The problem was that there was absolutely nothing around for Willa to use as a weapon. Not even a spoon.
As it slowly stepped closer to the counter with its full attention focused on Sam as he recklessly searched for something to use as a weapon, it raised its hand cannon to aim at him. As Willa watched, its cocky smile slipped into one of concentration as it slowly and quietly let its cannons heat up, preparing to fire. Not being able to hold in her anxiety any longer, Willa sat up and screamed "Sam! Behind you!"
Frenzy twisted toward Willa at the sound of her warning scream and swung its hand cannon at her head. Willa flinched and tried to dive out of its aim. She knew that it was futile; there was too little space to move out of the way now that it was so close, but she could at least try to avoid getting a hole in her head.
Sam looked up from his searching and swiveled his eyes to where all the noise was coming from. Willa made eye contact with Sam and made a whisper of a nod. She then stood up quicker than she thought possible and sprang away from the robot. She was hopping that it would think that she was trying to run away and completely forget about Sam in the process. She was, in a way, but not outside. Just to the tables. Because this was the perfect moment for Sam to attack their foe now that his aim was on her. Hopefully she wouldn't get a bullet in the back in the process.
Willa risked a glance over her shoulder as she was running for cover to see two things. The most important one was that she was still in that things range. It was currently glaring at her, its blue optics tracing her as she fled, following her every movement with its still glowing hand cannon. Secondly, Willa saw Sam lift what he was holding under the counter into view. A coffeepot. With a crunch, Sam slammed the coffeepot on the counter and watched as the glass shattered, leaving jagged and pointy edges.
As Frenzy turned from Willa and back to Sam, it let out an angry chattering noise as it directed its cannons back to him. Willa sensed that it was getting tired of switching its attention back and forth like it was following a tennis match. Sam took the gleaming weapons being pointed at his heart all in stride as he jumped over the waist high counter to face Frenzy dead on. "Come on scrap heap. You say old Megsie wants to talk to me? I got a message for him, but it's going to be pretty hard to relay it to him when I'm through with you." he said tauntingly.
From what Willa could see, Frenzy did not rise to Sam's bait. All it did was take a few steps closer to him, letting its cocky smile slip back onto its face. But just as it did this, Sam charged forward, coffeepot raised over his head, meaning to damage Frenzy as much as possible with his meager weapon. Frenzy dodged to the left before Sam could even get within reach and fired at him. The scrawny teen twisted out of the path of the incoming bullet before making a second attack of his own. This time, he got some purchase as he slammed the coffeepot home. Frenzy let out a screech of raw agony as one of its optics was gouged out of its socket. Stumbling back, clutching at its marred face, the now imperfect being glared as much as it could with only one optic left. Some kind of liquid that looked similar to oil, but a glowing blue color, was leaking out of its damaged face, forming a small puddle on the tiled floor. Just as Frenzy was about to lunge at Sam, something hard smashed onto its head. Frenzy made a dizzy sounding warble before crumpling into a heap on the floor.
Sam looked up from the unconscious robot to Willa, who was standing above it with a look of terror and disbelief on her face, still holding the chair aloft. "Willa! Nice going. You took him out. Willa?" Sam said hesitantly. Willa just continued to stand above Frenzy, panting slightly as she stared at the robot. "It's not going to move anymore. You kinda knocked it out. Hopefully you knocked something loose. Wanna smack it again for good measure?" Sam joked.
Willa shook her head mutely and slowly lowered the chair to the floor. She couldn't believe it. This morning she was worrying about being late for work and about whether or not their boss would let them off early. Now that all seemed a bit mundane as she stared at the unconscious, but no less terrifying, creature on the floor.
Sam looked outside a nearby window then back to the still being on the floor. "Hey. I think Ironhide's done fighting. We should probably go and check out the damage. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole parking lot was chewed up. But before we do that, may I see that chair? I need to hit that thing a couple more times. He's surprised us before." he said.
Willa pushed the chair over to Sam and watched with disbelief as he hefted it over his head as high as he could before slamming it down on top of Frenzy's head. There was a horrible grating sound as Sam repeatedly battered the hunk of metal with hits from the chair, using every bit of strength he could.
After a few final smacks to the robots head and body, Sam threw the chair aside and looked around the ground. "Almost done. Now where did I leave that busted coffee pot? Aha." Sam dusted aside some shrapnel from the skirmish and picked up his busted up coffee pot that was lying nearby on the floor.
"What are you going to do with that?" Willa hesitantly asked as she cautiously hunched down with Sam next to the thing that had caused them so much trouble.
"I'm just gonna try and take him apart a little. I don't think it's going to work to well, these dang things are impossible to kill, but the least I can do is slow him up a bit. Maybe take out his other optic while I'm at it." Sam grunted as he tried to wedge the jagged edges of the glass into the tiny joints and crevices of the metal machine.
After a few minutes, Sam had made a small amount of progress. There were quite a few scratches on Frenzy's shiny metal body. Nothing too serious. The real damage was that Sam had managed to do was sever its cannon arm from its body. This was mostly due to Sam's intense chair bashing and careful wheedling glass into the cuts and joints. This was not as easy as it sounded. Sam was nursing a few cuts on his hands from the glass slipping and cutting skin. All in all, Willa surmised that Sam had done a pretty good job. If and when this thing came to, it certainly wasn't going to be in fit fighting condition. Especially now, since Sam had just taken its left leg off.
Just as Sam was finishing up pulling the leg off of the body that it was attached too, the body itself started to twitch slightly. "It's waking up! It's waking up! Where's the chair?" Willa yelped as she scrambled to her feet.
"Over there! Throw it to me! Hurry up!" Sam yelled, as he too shot to his feet.
"I can't throw it at you! I might hit your head or something!"
"Just do it! Frenzy will do a lot more damage to me than a chair will if he wakes up all the way!"
Looking back, Willa realized that all the yelling that they were doing was only waking the robot up more. She didn't dwell on that now as she rushed for the discarded chair that Sam had thrown. She grabbed it and quickly let the chair fly out of her grasp towards Sam. She hoped that her aim was good enough to hit their slowly reanimating enemy instead of Sam.
As luck would have it, it did. The chair landed on top of the scratched and dented torso, only to have Sam immediately grab it and slam it home on its face a couple more times. A sound not unlike a computer powering down was emitted by the damaged thing before it slumped back down onto the tiled floor.
"There. That outta do it." Sam said grimly as he placed the chair next to him and wiped his glowing hands off on his pants. "I think we're done here. Let's go outside. Ironhide's waiting. We need to get back to base pronto." he gave Willa a faint smile as he gestured for her to follow him. They walked past the fallen Frenzy, broken glass, and out of the demolished door to stand outside amid smoke, torn up concrete, and a couple demolished cars.
In the middle of all the rubble was a shiny, brand spanking new looking Topkick. The same Topkick that had driven in front of the back exit just a few hours ago. Willa walked towards it, running a hand across the sleek hood. The truck looked like it wasn't nearby when whatever tore this place up was around.
"Would you please get your filthy organic limbs off of my hood? Your bodily fluids are smearing my paint job." a roughhewn voice suddenly called out.
Willa jumped back and raised her hand in the air in a surrender gesture. "Who's there? Show yourself!" she squawked.
The mysterious voice chuckled humorlessly. "It amazes every time when I see how simple you organics are. You all have the tendency to overlook the simplest details. You miss out on the answer, even when it's right under your nose."
Willa was getting a little freaked out now. She was twisting from side to side, searching for the source of the harsh voice. "No really. Come out now. I have a Taser. I'll call the police. I'm being totally serious."
The voice scoffed. "A Taser? Hah! I'm terrified! I'm shaking in my fenders! I could run you over before you could even blink. Your little Taser would be pretty useless then. As for the police, I expect one of their 'units' is halfway across the state by now." the voice finished off with a low growl.
Realization dawned on Willa. She looked at the Topkick and pointed at it, the color in her face draining a bit as she did so. "It's you. You're the one talking. But you're just a truck! How can you be talking! I must be going mad. This is it! I've finally gone around the bend. Oh geez…" Willa gasped, clutching at her head.
"Bravo. Astounding. You really are a credit to your species. Now are you going to be sick, because that is one thing that I hate about you fleshlings. You're all constantly leaking your own body fluids in one way or another." the truck drawled.
"Are…Are you some really smart GPS or something?" Willa whispered to the seemingly sentient machine in front of her.
"No. Piece it together. What did you just see inside that building? I'm actually-"
"Really annoying right now. That's enough 'Hide. No need to get snarky. Cut her some slack. We have bigger things to worry about." Sam said, walking up to stand beside her and effectively cutting the truck off mid-sentence. "Decepticons just attacked us out of nowhere. Don't you think that's a cause for alarm? Shouldn't we be getting back to the base right now? Maybe Megatron's making his move. Heck. He might even be back! You know how unnerved Optimus has been by the Decepticons' silence." Sam moved to stand beside the black vehicle, giving it a rap on the hood as he did so.
The truck harrumphed and said, "Megatron is not back. You shoved the Allspark right into his spark. You offlined him. Trust me. Besides, Optimus sent me out with you on this little escapade instead of Bumblebee because he knew that you are a Decepticon magnet. He knew that if I went with you, then there was a fight to be had, thus calming me down. Looks like he was right…again."
Sam cocked his head and eyed the truck. "I thought that Optimus sent you out with me because you needed a break? You were even staring to snap at Lennox. We were supposed to take a scenic drive and everything. You mean to tell me that you guys knew about the Decepticons all along? You guys kept me in the dark?"
"Optimus thought it best not to worry you with that information. He only picked up the Decepticon blips after we had both left the base. He did not want to worry you after all that you had been through; this was supposed to be your relaxing day."
Sam made a wishy-washy motion with his hand. "That doesn't matter now. I saw you fighting your own 'Con. Was that Barricade? Why isn't he in a scrap pile somewhere around here?"
"Because the miserable fragger got away before I could finish him off. Barricade is exceptional at running away to lick his wounds. He escaped before I could offline him." the truck spat out.
Sam shook his head with mild amusement. "You'll get him next time. Frenzy is inside though. Willa knocked him out with a chair and I finished the job. I sure cut my hands up while trying to dismantle him. You know how resilient he is to getting torn apart. He started to wake up again so I hit him again with the chair a couple times. Do you want me to try and bring him out?"
"Hmm. Really. This female? I can't really say that I believe you. As for Frenzy…Leave him be. My scanners are picking him up inside. I don't think he'll be able to do much more than crawl around for a while after that kind of damage. Hopefully his friends won't bother picking him back up for repairs." the truck said.
Willa shifted a bit and put her hands behind her back while rocking back and forth on her heels to avoid looking at the slightly scary talking car. Finally, she decided to ask the question that had been pestering her for the last few minutes. "So…Are you like that thing that had attacked us in the coffee shop?"
The truck made a slightly scandalized noise. "Not even close! I would never lower myself to become a stinking good for nothing Decepticon-!"
"Kind of. He's from the same planet as Frenzy. This is actually a long and drawn out story that's not really allowed to be told in public. Let's go back to base and we'll explain everything there." Sam said, interrupting Ironhide once again.
He walked over to the drivers' side, reaching out to pull on the door handle to open it, only to stumble back, off-balance, when it jammed. "Ironhide! Come on! We need to get back to base ASAP! Decepticons appearing to blow us to smithereens equals bad remember? We need to get back to base and talk to Optimus!" Sam complained.
"Do you really think it wise, letting this unknown female come to our base and learn our secrets? Can she be trusted? You have only just met her." the truck said disdainfully.
"It's not the first time I've met Willa. We used to talk in High School. We can trust her. Now are you gonna let us in 'Hide? It's not like we're letting her in on all our secrets. Just what you guys are and where you came from. Who knows? She might be a help around the base."
The Topkick seemed to sit and ponder whether or not to let the pair of humans into his cab, before giving in with a sigh and unlocking the doors with a click. "Fine. But if Optimus thinks that this is a bad idea and we have to terminate her, it's all your fault."
Willa shot a horrified look at Sam, who just lifted himself halfway into Ironhide's cab while laughing apologetically at her. "Sorry about him. He doesn't mean it. That's just his way of joking around. Hop in."
"So you think." Ironhide grumbled as Willa hesitantly stepped toward the passenger side.
See any mistakes? Is Sam, Frenzy, or Ironhide OOC? Any mistakes, whether they be spelling, grammar, punctuation, or just weird wording, feel free to let me know by submitting a review. It really makes my day. Constructive Criticism is very welcome! :) Thanks for reading.
