A/n: Decided to whip out another chapter for you guys! Thank you all so much for the support! xD I love you all! You guys are the reason and encouragement that motivates me to write these stories! So, here's chapter 8!
CHAPTER 8: FANTASTIC LIFE
It had been 4 years since my mom was arrested and I felt as if I needed a couple of last words spoken to her. I flew all the way back to Arizona to stay with Gran for the last two weeks of summer before I start high school and I hadn't spoken to my mom since then. I walked into the enormous building, a policeman guiding me toward the visitors' area and opened a gate for me to step into it. I saw multiple tables and many young women dressed in beige clothing, one raven-haired woman sticking out in particular. I pursed my lips, making my way over to the table she was sitting at with a worried expression plastered on her face. As I stood in front of her, she gasped, jumping up in happiness.
"Sel! Oh my god! You've grown up so much! Look at you!" She exclaimed, engulfing me into a tight hug but I didn't respond similarly. She cleared her throat as she noticed how tense I was and pulled away. She walked back to her seat and my eyes just glared at her, a bittersweet feeling tugging onto my heart.
"How are you?" I asked, my straight face never leaving.
She chuckled nervously, tears glimmering in her eyes, "Ah...uh...I've been...well, sweetheart."
"K" was all I replied toward her.
There was a dead silence for a good 2 minutes, most of which my own eyes couldn't even look at her. I heard her take a breath, about to say something and I frowned.
"No...don't," I interrupted, not wanting to hear what she had to say. I clenched my jaw and gave her a look that I could see crumbled her from top to bottom, "I don't...want to hear your apologies or your 'I'll be better next time' crap, mom. I'm done with that."
"Honey, I know you're upset but-!"
"But what? You will never be able to take back what you did!" I cried and attempted to gulp my tears down. I hated crying. One word being the main reason in particular.
Weakness.
I hated feeling weak and I hated people's sympathy when they first learn about me.
'Oh I'm sorry Sel!' or 'That must be really hard on you!'
It was disgusting and I learned that every single time my mom had a bag of cocaine or a pack of beer bottles along with cigarette-stanched clothes. Crying won't get you anywhere sweetie so just suck it up and move on was all I heard.
"S-Sel, I'm sorry, I-"
"No. Save it. I came here for one reason today mom. One reason! And that is I never want to hear from you again." I spat to her, such dread filling into her orbs and I could see it so clearly. Clear enough for a pang to hit my heart when I did witness it and felt in me as well. Mother is God in the eyes of a child, to me it never felt that way the minute drugs came into the front door with her. With that, I stood up and barged out of the prison, my mother's desperate cries for me to come back still ringing in my ears today.
I groaned, rubbing my forehead from the intense dream. My eyes snapped open when I realized we were in the midst of an alien war. Dear God, that sounded absoulutely outrageous. Even in my terms. Mikaela and Sam were right outside in the front watching something in the heavens. Sighing, I heard the radio static.
Great.
'Are...you...okay' it asked through multiple radio stations.
"Just a bad dream, it's fine," I grumbled, figuring it wasn't being annoying right now and it deserved an answer. My eyes caught sight of the little decal hanging on the rearview mirror. "You're really a fan of bumblebees aren't you?"
'...Name...' It added through the radio, my eyebrow raising.
"That's your name?" I laughed at the sudden irony. Sel scores once again people! Whoot whoot! Oh for godsake I sound like Uncle Ron during a baseball game. I shivered at the last time I went with him to an arena, his damn friend decided to come along sweating like a pig. Sadly enough, he decided to give me one-armed hug when their team scored. Let's just say I got grounded for giving him deodorant as a Christmas present that year.
Why am I telling you this again?
The car shook slightly and I shrugged, "Seems fair enough to me."
With that, I unbuckled the seatbelt and climbed out of the car to see what all the hub-bub was all about. My stomach growled from the lack of food I was able to digest today. My bad tummy, it's not my fault we have to deal with robots right now.
"Sel...look!" Sam said pointing to the sky behind me.
I whipped my head around and stared up at the gigantic fireballs tumbling into the Earth's atmosphere, each one landing in different destinations. My breath caught and I jumped when I saw one crash landing in a field across from us. My hand raked across the hood of Bumblebee for a rather instinctive act of reassurance. That was...actually pretty damn cool...remind me to wash my mouth when I get home as well as shove it all the way up to my brain to clean that thought away. The three of us sprinted toward the crash site, watching in awe as whatever hit the Earth's crust begin to shift, transforming itself into a full-metal gray robot. I could hardly comprehend what was actually happening and if I should even believe it. The bot checked around for any signs of life forms before scurrying away.
"Let's go," I whispered and they nodded.
We jumped back into Bumblebee...Jesus Christ that's a long-ass name. We jumped back into Bee and began speeding off to who knows where. He's surprised us more than once today, it won't be anything new I reminded myself as we pulled into an alleyway, my breathing suddenly becoming labor at a memory.
"S-Sam..." I panicked and he noticed our surroundings, a sudden slap into his face at what I was indicating. He climbed out of the driver's seat and pulled the chair down in front of me, grabbing my hand.
"Hey, hey, no one is going to hurt you," He assured me, staring at me dead in the eyes.
I took a deep breath, nodding and shutting my eyes close, I breathed out heavily, "No is going to hurt me."
"Sam is she okay?" Mikaela asked from behind him concerned.
I blinked, trying to calm my heart rate, "I'm okay, just got...a little dizzy."
"You sure?" She pressed.
Me and Sam shared a look and I gave him an expression to keep his big mouth shut, nodding my head to Mikaela. They helped me get out of the car, seeing four pairs of high beam headlights arriving toward us. They crowded around us, my eyes maneuvering around my surroundings. The air was foggy and the environment was damp and humid. Note to self, take a shower when all this ruckus is done because girl I bet you, you smell awful as hell. Stop it, Sel, you're talking to yourself again ugh, no, no, no.
"I swear to God Sam if this ends up like that alien movie with Dakota Fanning and Tom Cruise in it, you're dead to me," I muttered to him while we watched all bots stood up, their gears shifting in all directions. One was completely charcoal black which had been a large GMC truck, another had a smaller stature and was sleek silver whom had taken the form of a Cadillac brand, the next one was a neon yellow medic hummer which I guessed was the med bot, the last one astonished me the most. I was at a state of bewilderment at the Peterbilt Semi-Truck with blue paint and red flames sporting it. What caused me to pale though was the sheer size it held when it transformed, towering almost above all of the other robots. I exhaled sharply, my hand clutching onto Sam's arm as the massive robot crouched down to our level, his face almost nose-to-nose with Sam.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendant of Archibald?" He asked, his voice extremely deep and authoritative voice causing me to become startled slightly.
"They know your name," Mikaela whispered to the side.
I rolled my eyes, no really Mikaela. You'd think all this robot madness happening to Sam was for nothing? God damn. Sorry, just a little stressed out today as you can see, I didn't really have 'help robotic aliens' on my to-do list today.
"Yeah..." He just answered.
The tall robot straightened his posture, "My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron."
'A fit name for a leader in my opinion'
"But you can call us Autobots for short," The medic bot piped in.
"Autobots..." I spoke, the name hanging onto my tongue. I have a feeling I'm going to be saying that for years.
"What's crackin' little bitches?" I heard a very rough, nasally voice say from behind us.
"My first lieutenant: Designation Jazz," Optimus informed us.
We turned and I saw the silver one coming up to us with a smirk as he did a backflip onto a car and landed onto a 'chill' sitting position. "This looks like a cool place to kick it!"
Sam snorted, "Sounds and looks like Sel everytime in math class."
I growled, smacking him on the back of the head, "You better shut that mouth of yours or else you won't even be able to even do basic math."
"The small femme has a bit of a temper, I see," Jazz raising a brow...er, whatever the equivalence of an eyebrow was in 'Cybertronian' form, at me.
I rolled my eyes, turning to the little nimrod, "Where the hell did you even learn how to speak like that?"
"We've learned Earth languages through the World Wide Web," Optimus said and I made an 'o' with my mouth. Not surprised, it's basically life nowadays. Ooh if you saw me without internet I'd literally be on the verge of insanity right now. The sound of something whirring and beginning to start up was heard behind us, we turned and saw the charcoal black one, cannon aimed at us.
"Uh...is he allowed to do that?" I questioned, slightly frightened from the large guns floating above my face.
"My Weapons' Specialist: Ironhide."
That makes sense.
"Feeling lucky today, punk?" He menacingly warned us, thrusting his cannons closer as I saw Sam gulping down his terror.
"Easy, Ironhide," Optimus prompted.
"Just kidding, I just wanted to show them my cannons," He shrugged before shutting them down.
I laughed at how human some of the Autobots actually acted, it was like as if Optimus was their father and they were his children. We turned toward the next one which was the med bot.
"My medical officer: Ratchet," Optimus said, the neon yellow robot sniffing the air.
Shit I do need a shower.
"Hmm...the boy's pheromone levels say he wants to mate with the blue-eyed female," He told us without hesitation.
Oh okay, never mind.
I laughed and placed two arms on Mikaela and Sam, "Damn, I didn't know you had it in you cous."
A couple of the Autobots chuckled at my comment, the two teens flushing intensely. Ratchet then took a look at me, "I also believe the younger female is feeling hunger."
My laughter halted abruptly and Mikaela and Sam turned to me with a smirk. I stammered, a light blush dusting my cheeks, "W-what?"
"Now she's feeling a sense of embarrassment," Ratchet once more inserted.
"Ugh stop!" I covered my face when I knew it had completely shaded tomato red.
"Her feeling is incre-"
"I think they got it, Ratchet," I blankly implied to him.
He laughed sheepishly, some of the other Autobots snickering in the background, "My apologies, Miss...?"
"Selena Witwicky, but just Sel is fine," I answered with a warm smile toward him.
He nodded and we turned to Optimus who gestured to Bee, oh lovely. "You already know your guardian: Bumblebee."
'Check on the rep' yep second to none' He played on his radio as he made boxing punches in the air. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. What a show off, psh guardian? More like burden.
Sam stared up at him, "Bumblebee...so, you're my guardian, huh?
It nodded, its enticing baby blue eyes landing toward me again. I couldn't tear mine away as I was drowned into the ocean of his aqua optics and my breath hitched, the Autobot making a little whirring sound. I darted my eyes away from it and huffed, crossing my arms at what I was just doing. For the record, I was not having a deep love connection if that's what ya'll were thinking. We were having a subtle staring game, whoever blinked lost and I being the more mature one let him win. See? I heard it chuckle slightly from my attitude and I glared at it in the corner of my eye before reverting my attention back to Optimus, but was once again interrupted when I saw a red laser shot at Bee.
"His vocal processors were shot during battle..." Ratchet said and Bee coughed from the impact of the laser, "...I'm still working on him."
For some odd reason my legs twitched in the sudden urge to push Bee out of the way from the laser, but I just shrugged it off, I just probably had a mini spaz in my leg. No biggie! I looked up at Optimus, a question I've been itching to ask since that night at the junkyard, "Why are you here?"
"We are here looking for the Allspark and we must find it before Megatron," He explained, the name of this Megatron causing me an uneasiness in my stomach especially by the way Optimus had said it. He said it with such malice dripping in his voice, which shocked me because I haven't heard him speak like that until now.
"Mega-what?" Sam wondered.
Optimus pressed something on the side of his head, a projection light beaming from his optics. I gasped when I saw the floor in front of us crumbling into molten lava and something came flying up from it. "Our planet was once a powerful empire. Peaceful and just, until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All that defied them were destroyed and a war finally consumed the planet. The Allspark was then lost to the stars, Megatron followed it to Earth when Captain Witwicky found him."
Sam scoffed in amazement, "Our great-grandfather."
"It was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash landed before he could retrieve the Cube and your great-grandfather accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted onto his glasses," Optimus injected the information deep into our heads before I spoke up.
"Where did you learn about the glasses?"
He turned to me with a simple response, "eBay."
"eBay..." I repeated, caught up in my thoughts. If it were that open and that easy to find considering basically everything on the web you can pound into the search box and get the direct answers, that means those Decepticon fiends are already a step ahead at what we may perceive them with.
We need to find those glasses fast.
"Sam, I think you found some willing customers," I raised my eyebrows at him, remembering him in desperate attempt to sell the antique item at school. "We gotta get back to the house though."
Sam nodded in agreement, "Let's go."
We arrived at the house, the windows all brightly lit. The last thing I need is Aunt Judy dragging me to another bingo night with the 'girls' or Uncle Ron needing another pep talk from his 'depressing' day of spending money for a mere bag of chips at the gas station. The vehicles parked to a mini alleyway beside our home, the three of us getting out. Sam pointed a finger at me, "You."
"Me," I replied blankly.
"Come with me, we need to find those glasses," He said breathless, obvious adrenaline running in his filthy little body. He turned to Mikaela, "Please watch them. I just need five minutes! Five minutes!"
Just in time I saw Uncle Ron beginning to step out of the door and I ran across the lawn, trying to calm myself down. He opened the door but I quickly shut it back close. He pursed his lips and gave me a 'really' look, "Thanks for staying on my path."
"Hey!" Me and Sam suddenly chirped, shutting the door Uncle Ron was attempting to open.
"Oh the path! Sorry we forgot Uncle Ron!" I laughed nervously, leaning on an elbow to at least make myself seem I was in a perfect state of cloud nine. That's right, Sel, no robots, just you and Mojo planning your next assault on Sam. Breathe, Sel, breathe. "You know I'll sweep the whole thing right now!"
"You know, I-I pay half of your car..." He glanced at Sam, "...bail you two out of jail and then- I decided to just do all of your guys' chores!"
Sam spluttered as if he'd ran the mile in gym class. Jesus Christ, I really need to teach this kid how to lie. He feigned his surprised expression, "T-t-the chores! Yeah!"
"Yeah, sorry Uncle Ron, we just lost track of time," I reasoned with him in a smooth, settling voice.
"I can tell, life's just great huh?" He sarcastically remarked.
I smiled, nodding my head rapidly, "Absolutely fantastic!"
"Yep, fantastic! Oh the trash cans dad! I'll do the trash cans right now!" Sam remembered, shaking his head.
"No, no it's okay, I don't want you guys straining yourselves," Uncle Ron shook his head and tried to exit the door again, me and Sam closing it like we did earlier.
"Oh no, Dad! I can't strain myself, I can do it, you'll hurt my feelings if you do," Sam warned him.
Uncle Ron kept saying a bundle of words I couldn't keep up with and we just kept our fake smiles up, tried to hide the fact Optimus was stepping over the hedge and- WAIT Optimus stepping over the hedge! I gulped when I saw Bee also peek his head out from the corner of the house, making a shushing gesture with his finger.
"Heheh, excuse me for a minute! I just remembered, I forgot to feed Mojo!" I chuckled shakily, running over to where Bee was, "What part of staying quiet did you not understand?"
He made a whirring noise and shrugged his shoulders innocently. I groaned, glancing at Sam over my shoulder who was professing his undying love for Uncle Ron. I felt Bee tap my shoulder and he waved his big hand at me. I gave him another 'really' expression, waving at him reluctantly with an annoyed look written on my face. There you go, Bee I waved back, now leave me the crap alone! I felt strong thumps on the ground and saw Optimus and the rest of the Autobots gallivanting around our yard.
Kill me now.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?! Watch out for the path, watch out for the- OH!" Sam yelled as Optimus accidentally stepped on the fountain in the middle of the path.
Where's the gun for my head.
A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! A lot of writing it was haha, well it was for me! Anyway, I had to watch the old Transformers film again to refresh my mind on their dialogue especially. Alright, enough of my talking. Review! I would really like to hear what you guys think, it really encourages me to whip out another fresh chapter for ya'll! :D
