AN: I do not own Transformers nor Halo.

I would just like to let everyone know that I don't upload on the weekends as I try to reserve them for myself so that way I don't get overworked or feel burnt out by writing.

I would also like to say that if any of you who read my story would like to send in ideas for chapters, they are more than welcomed. I would like to continue this story all the way through to The Last Knight though if I do this, I will most likely need help. I'm unfortunately not an endless well of ideas.

Now, with that out of the way, let's get into the story.


The deafening noise of Storm's alarm clock startled her from her deep sleep, assaulting her sensitive ears. She sat up with a displeased groan, rubbing the sleep lazily from her eyes before reluctantly standing from the comfortable embrace of her bed to silence the annoying contraption.

She slapped her hand down on it's plastic surface, breathing out a sigh of relief once the incessant noise had ceased before walking over towards her bathroom in order to start her morning routine. First on her list: brushing her tangled hair.

She grabbed her hairbrush from off her bathroom counter, leaning over to one side; allowing her hair to drape down over her left shoulder. She brushed it thoroughly until her hairbrush went through without catching on any tangles before she grabbed a hair tie out of a drawer, placing all of her hair into a neat bun.

After brushing her teeth, Storm exited from her bathroom, walking over to her bedside table where her cellphone currently rested. She picked it up from off it's surface and pressed the button on it's side, bringing the electronic device out of sleep mode.

He heart immediately sunk into her stomach with panic. She had twenty-seven missed calls, fourteen voicemails, and one text. She quickly opened the text and briefly skimmed over it's contents. It was from Ron...Sam had gotten himself arrested not long after he'd dropped her off at her house yesterday.

She placed her phone back in it's former place on her bedside table before hastily making her way downstairs. She flung open her front door, shutting it quickly behind her as she made her way towards Sam's home to check on him.

Once she had made it into Sam's yard, she scanned the area with her eyes. Ron, Judy, and Sam's car's were all missing from their respective spots in the garage and driveway. It was well into the afternoon so someone should be home...shouldn't they?

She prayed silently as she approached the door to her friend's home that someone, anyone was home. As she opened the front door, she called out for Sam, looking around for any trace of the chestnut-haired boy in the home.

That was when he peaked out from around the door of his refrigerator, Storm's eyes locking onto him immediately. He appeared exhausted, heavy, dark bags underneath his eyes and his posture slouched; a jug of orange juice gripped tightly in his hand as she made her way towards him.

"What happened last night, Sam? I just woke up to my phone half blown up by Ron saying that you'd been arrested!" Storm said.

Sam answered her blankly, his tone void of emotion. "Someone stole my car last night."

Storm couldn't hide her suspicion upon hearing this, the emotion etching itself into her features. "How did someone manage to steal your car?...I mean, you've barely had it for two days, Sam."

The boy didn't answer her question. Instead, he opted to take a sip from his jug of orange juice, causing Storm to narrow her eyes at him. Sam was pale and acting un-deniably strange, not at all like his usual self. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.

She looked him up and down, assessing his body language to try and get a close as to what was going on that her friend was very clearly refusing to tell her. His muscles were tense despite his current expression being calm and indifferent.

"So...you want to tell me the truth, Sam? Because I know you're not telling me everything." She said with knowing.

The chestnut-haired boy sighed heavily. He should have known that he couldn't fool Storm. He opened his mouth to respond to her but before he could, a loud and familiar reverberating sound was heard outside. Storm looked out of the window above Sam's kitchen sink in unison with her friend, her eyebrows knitting together with confusion...It was Sam's car that he'd claimed had been stolen the night pulling to a stop in his driveway.

Sam's eyes went wide and he dropped his jug of orange juice before running to Storm's side, yanking her down with him by her arm to hide from the car that he was repeatedly addressing as "Satan's Camaro".

Storm's brain immediately went into overdrive. Just before Sam had pulled her down with him to hide, she'd gotten a brief glance into his car. The driver's seat was empty...his Camaro was seemingly driving itself. This was bad. Very bad. Whatever this thing was, it had them cornered with no means of escape. They were trapped.

Suddenly, Storm began to hear the low sounds of a dial tone coming from her side. She turned to face the sound and was met with the sight of Sam on his cellphone. As to who he was calling, she didn't know. However, she assumed it to be the police.

"Sam! What the hell are you doing?!" She whispered angrily through her teeth. "If you're calling the police right now then I wouldn't suggest it given your arrest last night!"

Sam didn't reply, ignoring her in favor of speaking frantically into the phone to whom she now knew was Miles. While her friend continued to panic, Storm slowly stood from her place, doing so just enough for her to peak over the kitchen counter and look out the window. Sam's Camaro was still there, it's engine still running...It was almost as if it was waiting for something.

As she watched the Camaro silently, Sam began to whisper loudly causing Storm to scowl. He was going to blow their cover. She turned to face him, slapping the phone out of his hands. It hit the tile hard, bouncing away to the other side of the kitchen out of Sam's reach.

"Stop it, Sam! Miles can't help us right now!" She whispered with audible annoyance.

Her actions only served to make the situation worse. Sam began to hyperventilate as he frantically scanned the expanse of his kitchen for something to defend himself with. Finding nothing plausible, Sam cracked under the pressure, standing up before rushing off towards the front door of his home.

He threw it open with reckless abandon, rushing out of his home as he yelled out with fear. "I've got to get out of here!"

"So you're going to run out there with the thing you're trying to get away from?!" Storm yelled back in disbelief.

She quickly ran after her friend, making it out of his home in just enough time to see Sam pedal off around the corner as fast as he could on Judy's bike; his Camaro following after him just as fast. She ran outside and grabbed Sam's skateboard from where it was perched up against the side of his home, running out to the sidewalk with inhuman speed.

She took a running jump onto the skateboard, pushing herself forward with her leg to gain as much speed as she could to reach Sam who was already far ahead of her. She easily managed to gain enough speed, quickly passing the Camaro and matching the distance to her friend so that she was right behind him.

She took fleeting glances behind her as she followed the chestnut-haired boy to see if his car was still following them. Despite their efforts, it was. And it was catching up fast. That was when Storm heard a loud thump ahead of her followed by a pained grunt.

She quickly turned her gaze forward and stopped abruptly to avoid crashing into Sam. The boy was laying flat on the sidewalk, having tripped himself on a rock that he'd failed to see and un-beknownst to Sam, he'd done so in front of Mikaela and a small group of her friends; his slip-up earning him a cacophony of high-pitched laughter from everyone at the table aside from his crush.

"Oh my God, Sam?!" Mikaela shouted with surprise.

The chestnut-haired boy slowly sat up from his position in response to the familiar sounding voice that had called out his name. His face instantly fell in embarrassment. It was Mikaela, she'd seen his less than graceful wipeout.

Sam couldn't hide the pain in his voice as he responded to his crush. "Hi..."

"That was, uh...That was really awesome." Mikaela said awkwardly.

Storm stepped in to help Sam off the ground and he groaned in pain, hastily proceeding to pick up his mother's bike as he replied to Mikaela's comment with thick sarcasm. "Yeah, well, it felt awesome."

"Are you okay?" The onyx-haired female asked with concern.

"I'm not okay, alright?" Sam said as he slung his leg over the seat of his mother's bike. "I'm losing my mind a little bit and I'm getting chased by my car right now. I've got to go."

Storm followed after her friend as he took off once again, turning into an abandoned junkyard. She used that moment to look behind her as her friend stopped to catch his breath. The Camaro was no longer chasing them, thankfully. They must have lost it in the commotion of Sam's accident.

This didn't dampen Storm's suspicions, however. She was still on high alert. She scanned the area closely, refusing to let her guard down too quickly as she knew that if she did she could end up injured or worse; dead.

The sounds of an approaching vehicle caused her to turn on the balls of feet, sub-consciously taking up a battle stance as a low clicking sound that was inaudible to human ears surfaced from the back of her throat.

"Oh great...cops." Storm mumbled bitterly.

The sight of the approaching police vehicle cause Sam to sigh in relief. He ran towards it, holding out his hands for it to stop and it did. He placed them down onto the hood, shouting into the heavily tinted windshield of the car towards it's driver.

"I've had the worst day ever! I've been followed here on my mother's bike, right? And my stolen car is somewhere around here! It's been following me all the way from my house!"

Storm narrowed her eyes, inspecting the vehicle from afar. Something felt off about this situation, an un-comfortable sensation building in the pit of her stomach. However, she couldn't place her finger on exactly what it was that was raising her suspicions as she continued to listen the one-sided conversation that Sam was having with the officer inside the car.

She directed her gaze towards the windshield of the vehicle as Sam continued to speak frantically, wondering why the officer within had yet to say a word in response to the boy. Her eyes went wide, her blood freezing in her veins at what she saw...Just like the Camaro, this car had no driver.

The police vehicle sensed her knowing gaze and it began to shift before both her and Sam, loud hydraulic whirring filling the air. Panic rushed through as her friend was thrown through the air onto a rusted vehicle by...was that an arm?

Once it was finished, the former police vehicle had transformed into something virtually un-recognizable, standing on two legs like that of a human. It kneeled down roughly above Sam, slamming it's hand down onto the car beneath him which the boy just narrowly dodged; crushing it in the process.

"Are you username LadiesMan217?!" The massive being screamed at him with it's deep, metal tinged voice.

Sam couldn't answer the creature due to overwhelming fear. Though he tried, he was only greeted with silence, the sound failing to escape his throat. This only served to anger the metallic giant as it towered over him.

It moved in closer towards him, repeating it's question to him though doing so louder this time. "Are you LadiesMan217?!"

"Yes!" Sam screamed, shielding his face with his arms in terror.

Storm was paralyzed as she watched the being above her friend continue to interrogate him, demanding he tell it where the eBay item "21153" was. She tried to will her body forward but it wouldn't respond. For the first time in a long time, she was being reacquainted with an emotion she'd all but forgotten. Fear.

Just then, a familiar flash of yellow rounded the corner. It was Sam's Camaro, and the sight of it managed to capture the attention of the former police vehicle, as well. This was her chance to take it down. Storm propelled herself forward with newfound courage and inhuman speed, leaping onto a row of rusted cars that would lead her safely over to the bi-pedal machine.

Once at it's side, she leapt up several feet towards it with impressive agility, latching onto the metal being's face tightly. She pulled her free hand back, closing her fist tightly before slamming it through the behemoth's protective, metal lid and into it's eye socket.

It easily gave way under the force of her hit and the un-known being screamed out in pain as she wrapped her hand tightly around it's right eye, holding onto it like an anchor as he began to thrash widly. It began to swipe at her with it's long, clawed fingers and she dodged every frantic movement, gripping down harder onto it's eye.

That was when the being tried to throw itself forward to crush her. Storm quickly let go of it's eye, pushing her legs into it's chest with all the force she could muster, propelling herself away from it as it fell. The giant landed with a massive thud, a large cloud of dust bellowing up around it's body as it rolled onto it's back.

She caught herself with an outstretched arm, palm planted firmly into the dirt covered ground to stabilize herself. She propelled herself forward once more, running towards her enemy and leaping onto it's face to finish what she'd started. She grabbed onto it's right eye that it had foolishly left un-covered in it's fall without hesitation, pulling with all of her strength.

It's eye came out with a sickening snap and it screamed in agony as a large hand that she hadn't anticipated came up from the side and grabbed Storm around her body tightly, throwing her through the air and into an un-suspecting Mikaela that had rounded the corner. The force from her crashing into the onyx-haired female sent the girl flying off her motorized vehicle, the two skidding to a stop just behind Sam's Camaro.

Storm ignored her pain as she leapt up from her spot with determination. She grabbed Mikaela by the arm and quickly pulled her to her feet, disregarding the confused and astonished looks she was receiving from Sam; no doubt due to her inhuman display.

"Get up! We have to go, now!" Storm yelled with urgency.

She grabbed Sam and Mikaela by their shoulders, ushering them towards the chestnut-haired boy's Camaro that he'd been so desperately trying to avoid earlier. It's doors opened in response, the teenage pair occupying the front seats with Storm diving into the back. She wasn't one-hundred percent sure if they could trust the Camaro, but something in this moment was telling her to trust her gut. And she wasn't about to ignore her instinctual feelings.

Storm braced herself as the faded-yellow vehicle swung itself around wildly on it's axis, pulling out onto the main road to evade the imposter police car that had recovered from her ripping out it's eye and was now headed straight for them, slinging junkyard cars angrily in it's wake.

She grabbed onto the handle jutting out from the ceiling as they began to take aggressive turns, glancing backwards out of the rear windshield in just enough time to catch the last glimpses of the death-bot behind them shifting back into a cop car.

Storm patted the leather seating beneath her with her free hand, assuming that Sam's car was the same as the one following them only minus the absolute death-wish for those inside. "I'd kick it up a notch, big guy! The oversized terminator is gaining on us!"

The Camaro had heard her. It pushed the gas pedal into the floorboard as far as it would go but it simply wasn't enough. The cop car was faster them. It rammed into the back of the car and everyone aside from Storm screamed as they were propelled forward in their seats from the force.

"We're going to die!" Sam shouted in terror.

Storm removed her gaze from the back windshield to narrow her eyes at Sam as they took a sharp turn through the window of a warehouse, crashing through a set of rusted shelving that was littered with cardboard boxes.

"Shut the hell up and stop screaming, Sam! We are not going to die!"

Her words did nothing to calm Sam's fear, but Storm had meant every word she'd said. She wouldn't allow for the people within this vehicle perish so long as she was present. However, if they were going to make it out of this alive, they'd need to escape their enemy's field of vision.

Storm held on tightly as they took a sharp turn out of the warehouse and the Camaro swerved around a corner, hastily backing into a dead-end road before shutting off it's engine and locking it's doors; trapping those inside.

"We're locked in." Sam said with audible panic as he desperately tried to force the passenger door open.

Storm placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. "Calm down, Sam. He's got a plan...And if he doesn't, then I do."'

Sam had opened his mouth to respond to Storm when he was interrupted by the sight of approaching lights coming down the road in front of them. The air within the vehicle quickly filled with tension, everyone holding their breath when the imposter police vehicle pulled past them slowly. It was looking for them, like a predator stalking it's prey.

Thankfully, it soon pulled past them, failing to notice their presence at the end of the road. Sighs of relief filled the Camaro once the cop car was out of sight. However, this relief was short-lived. The death-bot backed up towards the entrance of the road they were hiding on and stopped, shining a light directly at them. It seemed it had spotted them after all.

The Camaro's engine turned on and the yellow vehicle wasted no time in making its escape, barreling down the street and over a bridge, shooting directly past the police car. They flew into the open expanse of an abandoned plant and the Camaro's doors opened, ejecting the trio out onto the cold pavement.

Just as the police car had earlier, Sam's Camaro began to transform; coming to stand on two feet. It held up it's arms, hands closed fisted as he took up a boxing stance. He was prepared and ready to battle the cop-bot that was zooming towards him.

As the police car made it's way towards the former Camaro, it transformed mid-air, striking the yellow being in the face with a lone punch as it flew over his head. The red-eyed being landed before the trio behind him, towering over them as one of it's hands shifted into a mace that it began swinging wildly in the air.

In tandem with this, a smaller, one-foot tall robot shot out from it's chest, landing flat-footed on the ground in front of them. The group of three turned around in to flee and the small-bot chased after them as the yellow being behind them intercepted their attacker, soon being sent flying over their head's into a concrete structure with a powerful kick.

The manic-bot managed to cut them off as the ferocious battle ensued behind them. It latched onto Sam's pants and tripped him, forcing him roughly to the ground. He frantically began kicking at the metallic being's face, trying to get it to let go but to no avail. It's sharp fingers anchored themselves into his pants.

Storm panicked seeing this, instinct taking over as only one word repeated itself in her mind. Protect. She dove after Sam's attacker, freeing him from his pants which gave both him and Mikaela the chance to escape. She wrestled with the being even as she lost balance, rolling painfully down a hill with the small being held tightly in her grip; both of them dodging and throwing punches the entire way.

It wasn't long before the small-bot realized that Storm was too powerful a foe for it to take on alone. It quickly abandoned her and took of in escape to fulfill it's intended mission. However, Storm wasn't about to let her enemy escape that easily. She chased after it up the hill, leaping onto it's back and tackling it roughly to the pavement.

It flipped it's body underneath her and she began striking it in the face and body with her fist, dodging it's strikes as it attempted to cut her with it's hand that had transformed into a small but efficient saw. Oh no you don't. She grabbed it's arm at the base where the joint connected to it's shoulder to avoid the sharpened blade, ripping it free from being's body.

High-pitched, robotic screams filled the air as the being once again tried to wiggle itself out from underneath her. No. Not this time. She gripped it by the neck tightly as Sam and Mikaela returned to aid her, a power saw held in the onyx-haired female's hands.

They stopped in their tracks, mouths falling open in awe as they watched Storm. Her back was turned to them as she lifted the manic-bot that'd been chasing Sam into the air by it's neck as it struggled, grabbing it by the legs before tearing it's body in half with her bare hands using a strength that the two had never before witnessed.

Sam stared on in horror as he watched her arms be splattered with a thick, blue fluid. His mind was instantly flooded with questions at the sight, his brain working a mile a minute. How was Storm so strong? So fast? He didn't have the answers to these questions, but all asummptions pointed to only one logical conclusion.

Storm wasn't human.


Uh-oh, it looks like Sam finally knows something's up and that Storm may not be who she's said/portrayed herself to be. (As if that wasn't already painfully obvious from watching her rip out Barricade's eye. He had it coming, though.)

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and as always, thank you for reading.