The next generation (chapter ten)
Title: Flashback
By: Amee Eliza
"Electromagnetism. What do you think of when I say that word Sam?" The man's face was tight and unflinching at this moment.
His hair was white and he definitely appeared psycho. Psycho meaning: weird shifty blue eyes, messy white polar bear like hair, and piercing words.
School had let out about fifteen minutes ago and the next algebra quiz was pressing on Sam's mind. The school was empty and then a man came in and started to speak to the young teen. He talked to him like he had some knowledge that was important.
"Look sir, it's been nice talking to you but school is over. I got to go home." Sam pleaded.
He just grinned.
What does a smile mean? Sam thought it was playful but then he saw it was serious too. It said:
"Please. Don't be mistaken I do know what is best."
"Rush home Sam, but first answer my question." He said putting hand lightly on his shoulder.
"Electromagnetism, right."Sam said confused aloud.
"It's how magnets and electricity relate. Right?"
The man said nothing but said: "Electromagnetism is vital to my home and I know it is vital that your friends get their source of energy too. The aliens."
"Aliens? I don't know-" But he was cut off.
In a flash of fury he said: "Don't call me stupid. I know all about you and Mr. Prime and his gang. Sam when you get to my home I need you to find the eye of the it and look into it. It will lead you to Dharma Initiative."
Sam cried out: "What are you talking about?"
Look into the eye of what?
"Remember the name Widmore."
"My name is Hanso." He added with pride in displaying his name.
He left with his hair flashing in the air and the doors slamming shut as soon as they opened.
Sam exhaled heavily.
He called the number. The number he called when emergencies occurred. This was one of the events that Sam hoped called for enough emergency to call the line.
He held his cell phone close to his ear: "Optimus. A man named Hanso knows of your existence. I think they are after me. Please help." He left the message and ran to the computer room.
He was afraid for some reason that the autobots would come to harm. It was strange feeling concern for them because they were so big and capable of defense.
He searched: Hanso.
"Danish researcher? Who is he? What does he want with me?" Sam thought.
Then he typed in Widmore.
A voice said in his head: "You're mine."The voice seemed to be trying to interfluence his thoughts with his. It sounded much more threatening than Hanso's voice.
His computer screen flashed numbers. They were small white numbers flashing every five seconds in three horizontal lines. The computer background had sloped to darkness.
Then he thought he heard the steps of autobots and was about to run out but first wrote down the coordinates. But what were they to?
Then Sam realized it: to Hanso's home.
The whisper of the voice was scary. Something wanted him. The screen went blank.
Sam ran out the door. His Mom was waiting for him.
The sun shined on his sweaty face and she waved to him.
"Sam!" She yelled out and giving him a frustrated "what in earth are you running from" look.
But Sam ran.
He called Bumblebee from his cell.
"Get over here now. Are you near?"
"Yes, Sam. Is there a problem?" Bumblebee said rather nonchalant.
"Yes. People are after me." Sam choked out.
Then a gun came behind him and was held to his back.
"Widmore would like to see you."
"Widmore?" He sobbed.
"Get in the car." The sleek haired man advised.
Sam did.
The gun was a reminder of what could be his end. He looked at the paper.
He knew it was powerful and Widmore wanted it.
"Look into the eye of my home and you will find Dharma initiative." The words hit his guts.
The car was a black Honda Pilot. It raced passed two intersection and Sam was very scared.
The man wore jeans and a graphic tee shirt with a polor bear holding a coke.
Sam could not speak.
The sun seemed like it was leaving the sky fast.
The car hit it's break fast and Sam fell fast forward.
A man with gray slicked back hair shot at the car! He was thick and covered in black apparel.
The driver hopped out and chased the shooter in pursuit with his gun drawn out in return.
Sam got out but then clenched his neck. It hurt and felt like a stabbing pain.
Then Sam heard a shot.
The man came to him.
"Son, let's go. Alpert is waiting."
Everything wasn't okay. The man looked at him like bait. Sam was dragged off once again and when the man assured him he would be safe he reacted callous to the statement.
The Honda Pilot was used and Tom (it turned out to be his name) sung along with a country song.
"Don't you like music?" The man smiled hopefully.
Sam was silent.
"The autobots aren't coming. Hope you don't mind. I deleted the message to the leader and the young squirt who was after you was diverted."
"What!" Sam finally yelled.
"You can't do that. Whoever you people are you will be stopped." Sam said seriously (but he knew inside his outcry against them would do diddle squat).
"You know who we are Sam?"
Sam winced hearing his name uttered by a complete stranger.
"We are the people who just saved your butt."