A/N: Woah! i love all the feedback i've been getting! you guys are awesome! :) i'm glad you guys like jess, she resembles me a lot xD. I worked really hard to get this chapter out so i hope my work hasn't been in vain! enjoy!

Chapter 4: Japanese

"I'm going to tell you one last time. It just... stood up, " Sam used his hands to show the man the car standing up. I had just limped in, the police officer bandaged me up but did a really crappy job on it. Sitting next to Sam, the police officer interrogating him sighed and turned, grabbing something, and turned back around.

"Alright son, fill 'er up. And no drippy-drippy," he held out a cup and a tissue. Sam stared at the cup in disbelief, I stared at the cop in horror.

"Are you saying Sam's on drugs?" I pratically shrieked. Dad put his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off.

"Yes, and you little lady are also under my close inspection," he eyed me up and down. I shivered, feeling extremely nauseous. Sam stepped in front of me, blocking the police officers stare. Well, I guess me and him are now even. The officer growled, pulling out a pill holder, "Well, if you aren't, then how did I find these? Hmm? Mojo...? Is that what you kids are doin' now? A little bit of Mojo?"

Groaning, I nudged Sam out of the way. He retreated to his seat slowly, keeping an eye on the cop, "That's our dogs pain pills. He just got surgery."

"You know? A little chihuaha?" Dad, speaking up for the first time, motioned with his hands how big Mojo was. The cop sighed, nudging back his coat. Sam stared at something for more than a few seconds before the cop noticed. Smiling grotesquely, the cop leaned towards Sam.

"What? You eye-ballin' my piece? You wanna go 50 Cent? We'll throw down right here!" Sam backed away from the cop, looking at him through the corner of his eye.

"Are you on drugs?"

"I can't believe you, Jessica!" Dad glared at me angrily from the rearview mirror. I was sitting with Sam in the back, niether of us had said a word since we left the sheriffs office. Turning angrily back, I had had enough.

"What? What did I do was so wrong? Sam was also there! We are both at fault!" He had done nothing but yell at me, not me and Sam, just me, since we left.

"You had the audacity to run out of the house at godforsaken hours of the morning, break into a federal industrial site, get injured, and laugh at a police officer! I can't believe you!" He slammed a hand onto the steering wheel.

"Why aren't you yelling at Sam, too? I'm the only one getting the blame!" I screamed back at him, tears brimming my eyes.

"Because he's different!"

"How so? What's so different between me and him?" I pointed an angry finger at Sam, who had said nothing on the matter. I suddenly turned to Sam, my voice breaking, "Aren't you going to defend me?"

"He has nothing to defend! You, young lady, are grounded!" Dad's tone said that it left no room for arguments, but I wasn't having it.

"WHAT? Why?" Tears began to flow. I hated crying, so I always did what I could to prevent them, but now I was just to worked up.

"Because you talked-back!" Dad pulled into our drive-way.

"Just because I-? Just because I talked-back? What kind of excuse is that?" Angrily slamming my door, I stood there for a moment, fuming.

"It's not an excuse!" Dad roared, slamming his door as well. Mom came outside, a worried look on her face. Rushing over to Sam, the two watched us stand off.

"Ron, honey-"

"No, Judy! Not now!" Dad held up a hand at her. My emotions were running amok and I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I HATE YOU!" My bottom lip quavered, my eyes were red and puffy, my throat ached, my head throbbed, but I still found my voice. It echoed all around us. Dad lost all sense of color, Sam just looked pitifully at me, and mom was, for once, speechless. I ran past dad into the house. I didn't want to go someplace where they would find me immediately, so that ruled out my room and bathroom. Turning frantically in the kitchen, my sides aching in protest, I caught a glimpse of yellow. I don't care that if it was a weird robot thing, and I don't care how it got into my driveway, but it screamed "Safe". Yanking open the screen door, I hopped off the back porch without bothering to use the steps. I tugged on the drivers side door once before it swung open. Crawling into the back seat, I curled myself up into a little ball. The seats seemed to sink in the back, creating almost a little divot just the size of my body. I huddled closer to the back seat, stroking the interior as the morning sun rose and the last of my tears dried away, "You won't yell at me, right? You won't be mean to me, right? You won't harm me, right? You're my only friend right now. Please don't leave."

My wound had taken a major toll on my body, that coupled with only 4 hours of sleep and the immense amount of crying, and had left me exhausted. Sleep was quickly closing on me and I vaguely heard a voice before the darkness over took me.

"I'm not going anywhere."

It was about 11 o'clock when I had woken up. Stretching, my joints screamed angrily at me and my side was yelling at me through a bullhorn. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, the car was in a different area than before. The driver's window was cracked partially and I climbed up front, hearing my brother screaming "Satan's Camaro!". Suddenly the locks on all doors locked and the car started, and I was in the passenger seat. Okay, breathe Jess, breathe. That's not weird, some cars come with that action. Yeah, yeah that's it. God, I'm pathetic.

I snapped back at mentally kicking myself in the butt to realize that me and the car were following Sam (who was on Mom's bike)... on the freaking sidewalk! I found my voice but only in a squeak, "Uhm, not to be a back seat driver but, uh... we're not supposed to be on sidewalks."

I had to grip the seat with my left hand and door with my right to prevent me from flying into the window as the Camaro made a sharp turn onto the street.

"Thank you," was all I could squeak out. We zoomed past my brother, who had flipped onto the sidewalk. Mikaela was at the Burger King, talking to him while her friends laughed at him. Bitches. Sam got up and back up on the bike and that's all I saw before the car sped around a corner. I clinged to the seat with my life, the Camaro doing 50 miles over the speed limit, "W-what about my brother?"

The car skidded and backed into a dark alley way. The door swung open and I tripped out, still not grasping the fact that the car had driven itself here. The door slammed and the car sped away. Sitting there for a second, I shook my head and got up, dusting myself off and jogging towards the entrance of the alleyway. Looking left, then right, I decided to go right to an old parking garage looking thing. Slowing to a walk, I saw Sam.

"Sam! Sam, over here!" Sam looked over to me, a look of almost relief playing across his features, and he sprinted over to me.

"Jess! Where the hell have you been? Mom and Dad have been so worried!" He wrapped me in a tight hug before grabbing my hand, tugging on it.

"Ouch! Not so hard, Sam!" The tugging lessened, an apologetic look came over his face.

"Sorry, Jess. We need to get out of here, like, now!" Sam resumed the tugging until my feet gave and we began to run, "Jess, Satan's Camaro is after us!"

"Sam, I don't think he's after us!" We made a turn and both of us crashed into a police cruiser, making us fall flat on our butts. I groaned, feeling the newly formed scab on my side being ripped open. Sam stood up, hands up.

"Thank god you're here! Listen, we-" the police cruiser lurched forward, knocking Sam onto his back. The cruiser kept lurching forward as me and Sam crawled backwards. Then, just as our car did the very night before, it transformed. My eyes widened. This one's eyes were red, and that's all I could muster to look at. He was screaming at my brother, but I couldn't hear what he was saying as he flicked both me and Sam into an old car. Rolling to the side, I hobbled a little away as Sam rolled off the back of the car. I reached for him just as he reached for me, grabbing each others forearms, and scrambling away. We heard massive footsteps behind us. The thing was after us!

Sam broke from my arm to go towards... Mikaela? What the hell was she doing here? Well he ended up tackling her to the ground. What was he doing? I ran over and helped pick up Mikaela just as she was cursing out my brother. I turned, a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, and squeaked. The large robot was running straight for us! I squeezed my eyes shut until I heard a squealing. Opening one eye, I see the car tripping the large robot, turning, and opening its doors. Before my brother could protest, I dove. Climbing into the back seat I looked at them with wide eyes.

"Well? GET IN!"

They looked at each other and both ran into the car. The doors slammed, and that's when the chase was on. My fingers shakily buckled the seatbelt and one hand clawed at the back seat, my head swiveling from the front to the back.

"Oh god! Oh god! We're gonna die!" Mikaela all but shrieked and lost her head.

"No, we're not! No, we're not!" Sam looked sick as he gripped the wheel.

"Don't worry, he's a kick ass driver!" I gave a half attempt at consoling them. I was rewarded with two glares.

I didn't even know if the police cruiser was still following us. The car backed into a small alley and turned off it's motor. We watched the cruiser go by slowly, then turned to the locks. Unfortunately, he locked the doors before we could even think of getting out. Sam turned towards the street and breathed a shaky breath. The cruiser stopped, and I'm pretty sure our breathing did as well. The Camaro turned on.

Aw, shit.

He took off, speeding down the alley and narrowly missed the cruiser.

"Oh my god! We're gonna die!" Sam shrieked like a little girl and held the frame of the car as we crashed through a window. We got to a grassy area and the car tossed us all out. We rolled down a hill and crashed into a chain link fence. My side was going to kill me in the morning. Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach just to catch the tail end of the cars transformation. Up close, it was kinda cool. I had just noticed we had been out for several hours (seeing as it was dark) when Sam yanked on my arm just as our Camaro got tackled by the police cruiser-turned-robot. Somehow, an evil tinier robot shot out of the big one and came for Sam. Screaming, we tried running from it. We got about 20 feet when the thing attacked my brothers legs, sucessfully ripping off his pants. Doing what I could, I grabbed my jacket and tried wrapping it around the robot. Lets just say it didn't turn out to well. But it did give Sam an opprotunity to get up and away.

Mikaela had ran off when me and Sam had began to run again and it took me that long to realize she was gone. Looking over my shoulder, I cursed, "Sam! That thing's coming after us again!"

Turning on his heel, he faced the thing head on. They both stared at each other before the robot thing made the first move. I couldn't do much without fear of hitting my brother. Mikaela ran up from out of nowhere with a mini-saw thing and began hacking at the robot. Honestly, she did it a little to well. After she was done murdering the thing, we all looked at each other and then the robot. The head was crawling away! My brother gathered up what dignity he had left and kicked the head a good 20 meters.

"What was that?" Mikaela looked at us, "What was any of that?"

We heard loud footsteps and looked towards the top of the hill, the robot who was me and Sam's car walked up, setting his hands on his hips.

"You know, I think it's Japanese," I looked back at Sam with a 'really' look on my face. He wasn't even looking at me, "Yep. Definitely Japanese."

Sighing and shaking my head, I looked back up the robot, "Can you talk?"

He used a few radio stations "XM radio... we're coming to you live..."

"So you talk through the radio? Who are you?" Mikaela asked.

I didn't really catch most of it, seeing as my ears began to ring, but I definitely caught "visitors from heaven" loud and clear. My head was swimming and my vision began to get fuzzy. I don't know where Sam came from, but I was sure glad he was there with a hand on my waist and another on my shoulder because I feel that if he weren't, I would've fell back. I guess all the excitement made me bleed more than I usually would've and it began to take it's toll.

"Thanks Sam," was all I could manage. I was watching the robot, his eyes more exactly. They were this bright baby blue eyes that seemed to glow. And when our eyes met, it looked almost as if he were concerned. He changed into his car form and popped open a door. Sam quickly led me to the car, allowing me to climb into the back before Mikaela yanked on his arm.

"What are you doing? He just had a brawl with another robot and you're letting your sister get in it?" She hissed.

Sam turned to her and gave her a serious look, "In 50 years, you're going to wonder what would've happened if you got in the car with me and Jess."

I guess that was all it took as Mikaela slid in compliantly before Sam. She looked back at me, "You okay Jess?"

I looked down at myself, my left hand pressed firmly to my right side, scrapes and bruises riddled my body. Looking back up, I shrugged.

"Hey Mikaela?" Sam spoke before Mikaela could retort. She turned to him.

"Yes, Sam?"

"Thanks." He smiled.

To say she was shocked was putting it mildly, "For what?"

"For trusting me."

"No problem. The only thing is, if this thing is, like, super advanced, why does it turn back into this piece of crap Camaro?"

Uh-Oh.

Apparently he didn't like that, so he turned sideways and opened a door to let Sam and Mikaela out. My door wouldn't budge, go figure.

"Great! He is sensitive!" My brother stressed, "That car just drove away with $4ooo and my sister!"

I could imagine him pulling at his hair. I shrieked when the car was driving on two wheels, gripping to the seats for dear life. Watching in wonder as a blue light scanned the car, it was amazing to see all the parts shift to create a newer, even better car. He pulled up and I smirked at the faces of my brother and Mikaela.

"Wanna ride?" I laughed as they slowly climbed into the car. Sam laughed ecstatically and Mikaela could do nothing but smile. She turned to me, a serious look came over her face.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Which one?"

"Are you okay?" Sam had been in the drivers seat but still glanced back at me, watching our conversation.

"I'm alive." I strained a laugh.

"Barely. Move your hand." A finger poked at my hand. Shaking my head, her cool fingers wrapped around my warm ones, gently prying them away. To afraid to look, I heard Mikaela give a gasp and saw out of the corner of my eye that she gripped my brother's shoulder tightly.

"Oh my god, Jess!" My curiousity usually gets the best of me when my brother shouts like that, and this time wasn't any different. Looking down, my eyes widened and I couldn't seem to swallow the lump in my throat. The bandages were soaked through with blood and it was covered with dirt, they were frayed and sticking to my fingers when I completely removed them, pulling at the freshly broken scab. I felt sick and my vision blurred again, I feel a headache coming on. Can this day get any worse?