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Chapter 7: Nothing Is What It Seems
The door suddenly clicked open on the driver's side, where I was sitting, as the car practically hid itself between two junk piles. Then the door opened gently for me. "Out." The radio said.
I expected him to release me, well sort of, but this wasn't what I had in mind. "What?" I thought I was going to get thrown out or eaten by the seat at some point. Not this completely calm kind of exit. It was almost as if the car was chivalrous enough to open the door for me to exit.
"Get out of my car, Miles." The car pulled the conversation when Sam and I ditched Miles at the lake.
"Gladly." I got out vexed, slamming shut the door behind me. The car slowly backed up in reverse and then stopped when I was right in front of its hood. I glared at the whole of the car, summoning up my blue sphere as I threw it in front of the car. The light blue energy dispersed into nothingness upon hitting the concrete eerily close to the front bumper. Some of the energy inside the sphere managed to get on the bumper, probably causing it pain. The car was freaked out by it. Its wheels screeched as it skidded into reverse. "And don't come after me or my family!" I yelled at it as it moved out and turned behind one of the junk piles, leaving me alone in the junkyard, the rumble of the engine clearly heard because the car had made a run for it. "Or I will melt you into parts!" I bellowed as the faded yellow colored Camaro vanished into more of the junk.
A couple of more seconds passed as I no longer heard the rumble of the engine. The car was gone.
Great.
Now I have to find a way home from here and hopefully not get stabbed by some drug addict in the process.
I started to walk towards the main street, or at least where I thought it was. Bumblebee, the hellish talking car, left me so deep in the junkyard I could barely see where and how I could get out of here.
As I walked towards where the main street probably was, I couldn't help but feel extremely uneasy. Earth officially had alien beings on it, and I was the first to witness it. Or maybe it was a remote controlled car sent to scare me by the American government.
God damn it, Nicole.
Even I sound like an idiot to myself.
But be that as it may, it doesn't change the fact that something mechanical was alive and talking to me, then tried to run over my brother. But for what reason did it try to kill Sam?
Well, not matter now. Hopefully it won't come around anymore. I don't need a car running amok after me and my family.
As I walked through the junkyard, I couldn't help but notice how many cars were abandoned here. Lots of rusty Mustangs and BMWs, even a couple of banged up, old Mercedes E-Classes could easily be seen.
But then I heard movement. It was coming from a bicycle from my left side, meaning that someone from the left was approaching me. I immediately snapped my head to the left, just in time to see Sam, of all people, coming towards me on our mom's pink bike. I looked at him disbelievingly. "Sam?" I asked.
Apparently, he didn't notice me, but when he heard his name being called, he pressed the brakes on the bike too hard and almost flew from the seat. Luckily, he caught himself before the bike fell down with a clang of metal against concrete and he was on his own two feet, looking at me with wide eyes full of confusion. "N-Nicole? What are you doing here?"
I didn't say anything, instead I ran into his arms and hugged him. "Sam, the-the car, it kidnapped me!"
"It what?" He let go as he looked at me. "The Camaro kidnapped you?"
"Yes!" I nodded. "I was in the car when he started chasing you and he left me here." I retold the events. "Are you hiding from him?"
"Yeah, so far he didn't find me." He gulped down and spared a glance to mom's bike that was felled. I noticed how the sweat shone from his forehead. He was catching his breath after probably an hour or so of running.
"You're sweaty." I told him, picking up mom's bike as he breathed loudly, trying to cool off. I set it normally, letting him sit on it. "Let's go home." I said as he slowly started pedaling and I walked next to him.
"It's a long way home from here, sis." Sam told me as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his shirt. He was such a pig, but all men are.
"I know." I told him.
"Tell me when you feel tired, I'll give you mom's bike to sit on it."
"Thanks Sam." I said as I sighed, walking with him slowly and quietly through the junkyard. "I just can't believe that aliens are among us." I gulped. "And they're rusted Camaros."
"That are trying to kill me." Sam finished. "They're aliens. Aliens on Earth. Sis, you gotta believe me, that Camaro just stood up at the construction site." He looked at me in the eyes.
"How did he stand up?" I questioned.
"I don't know, but he just stood up and had these legs and arms and blew this symbol into the air and-"
"Wait, what?" I stopped walking, looking at him with pure tumult. "Arms? Legs? Symbol? You never said any of this to the officers at the police station!"
"They'd think I was insane! The mere fact that I told them that the car stood up almost got me into a rehabilitation center for drug addicts!" He practically hissed at me.
"So wait, it transfigured?" I frowned.
"I don't know, I think so. It just stood up and grew arms and legs."
"How did it look like?"
"I don't know, some kind of robot. It sent this symbol into the sky and-wait. Nicole." He looked at me as if he finally realized something.
"What?"
"That symbol. It's the symbol from the steering wheel! The robotic face, that's the symbol it sent into space!"
"Are you sure?" I looked at him worriedly.
"Positive." He nodded as he gulped dryly.
"Sam, you're a bit pale." I said worriedly.
"I haven't eaten anything this morning and I ran to save my life. I think I'm gonna puke."
"Please don't." I begged and shuffled through my denim shorts' pockets. I found a 20$ bill. "I have money here, we can go buy a sandwich or something. Just hang in there. We'll be out of here in no time."
"Yeah. Thanks Nic."
"No problem." I smiled uneasily, still thinking about the aliens. They weren't the benevolent, friendly green guys with black eyes and overly big heads we always imagined them to be. Nor did they travel in dish-like spaceships. Nope, they were talking cars that killed hums and transfigured into legs and arms to transmit symbols into space.
Yeah, that's what aliens were.
"But what are we gonna do now?" I asked. "Mom and dad know I was washing the car this morning and that after that the car took off after you with me in it. How do tell mom and dad that the car is gone?"
"I don't know." He sighed. "Dad is gonna want his two thousand dollars back."
"This sucks." I sighed as well.
We walked a little more in silence, and then, heard a siren.
A police siren.
"Maybe the cops can help us get back?" I asked Sam.
"Or find that stupid Camaro that tried to kill me today." Sam answered hopefully. "I'll go to him, wait here." He said as I stood in my place and watched him approach the black Mustang that was a police cruiser. The cruiser turned on its blue and red lights and even revved, which I was certain cops weren't supposed to do. It was a really cool Mustang, but I didn't know that the law enforcement had Saleen tuned cars.
Ah well, you learn new things every day.
Sam took off on his bike once more, coming towards the cruiser as I hid behind a heap of junk.
In a split second, I saw the hellish Camaro emerge from behind the cruiser and drive quietly away from us. So it was still here.
Thank goodness it finally left.
The Mustang kept on revving, a beautiful V8 sound exiting through the twin exhausts. But I wasn't really sure police officers were supposed to do that.
"Officer!" Sam drove over on his bike towards the car and then moved to the door. "Listen-!" Then suddenly, the driver's door opened with inhumane speed and crashed right into Sam's front wheel, causing him to fall back on his face. "Ow that hurt." He mumbled as he groaned in pain and tried to get up. When he did, he leaned on the front of the Mustang.
I wanted to go out there and help him, but there wasn't much I could do. Better for me if I don't intervene. I'd hate to get into trouble with dad again, I think he'd kill me.
Besides, if Sam needed help, he would yell for it.
"Listen to me! Thank God, you're here! I've had the worst day ever!" He explained the situation while he was resting his elbows on the hood of the car. He got the memo that the cop apparently didn't want Sam near him. I could understand that, if Sam was a junkie and I was a cop, I wouldn't want a junkie near me, too. "I've been followed here on my mother's bike!" He pointed to the bike that was beside the car. "And my car is right there and it's been following me here!" He waited for the cop to do something.
He didn't.
"So get out of the car!" Sam bade as he thumped the hood twice with his palm.
The cop Mustang lunged forward as a wonderful sound emerged from it. As much as I hated the fact that it too was trying to kill my brother, the sound was overwhelming. Sam was on his back as the car edged forwards, slamming on the gas and then back on the brake pedal, lunging and stopping just inches before hitting Sam.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
The red and blue lights of it kept shining as Sam put his feet on the grill, and every time the car lunged forwards, Sam would skid back. It was a deadly tango. "Okay, okay, stop! Oh God, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit your car! Okay, look, look, look! Agh! I'm sorry! Look!" The car kept on revving and then suddenly stopped.
The plastic over the headlights suddenly moved up and the headlights themselves extended for about a foot out of the car as some kind of metallic prod was behind the bulb. It was… alien, in design.
Or maybe someone really tuned up this Mustang.
Then it started revving again at Sam, lunging forwards and braking constantly. "Okay, what do you want from me?!" Sam shrieked out.
And then the car stopped moving and it stopped revving, and the headlights eerily tucked themselves back in. It was as if the car said 'so nice of you to ask'.
And what happened next made my brain freeze and a quiet gasp to escape my lips, as I was still hiding behind the junk pile.
The Saleen tuned Mustang's front broke into two symmetrical parts, each moving to the flanks for another part of the middle of the car to get in the front. The white door panels shifted to what looked to be arms and said 'Police' all over them.
It was transfiguring.
It was one of them.
So this marks the end of the 7th chapter of this story. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and the awaited update! Keep the reviews coming, I really liked the feedback you gave me on this! I would have updated earlier, but FanFiction wouldn't let me access my account (What's up with that?).
Written:
08.02.2014.
