Hello all my patient readers!!! I'm sorry that it's been a while, but I was actually admitted to the hospital for a couple days, I got really sick last thursday morning and I actually went unconscious. They did all these tests to find out what was wrong with me(they never did), one being the Lumbar Puncture, and I got what was called a Spinal Headache. I couldn't sit up for more then a few seconds without getting a really bas headache until recently, and thats why I couldn't write until now. But I'm better! So thanks to all of my reviewers, I really like the long ones! And, well, enjoy the next chapter!!! Number 13!!!

Inescapable

A million thoughts poured through Sam's mind in a split-second. He was too scared to turn around, but also too not to turn around. He was trapped. Defenseless. Matt was smarter than him, stronger than him, and now he was right behind him. Before Sam could think twice, he was stuttering, "H- How did you-"

"Your robot friends are pretty loud." Matt answered the question that Sam was attempting. It was amazing how well he kept his composure in every situation. "The whole neighborhood could hear your conversation, any idiot can open a window." He slipped the phone back down to his pants pocket, out of sight and reach. "Oh and your aunt called. She's not going to be able to make it tomorrow. Asked for your mom's cell number."

Sam was shocked, the guy was answering his phone? But aunt Judie would want to call his mom right? What number did Matt give to her? "You know my mom's cell phone number?" Sam was having a lot of trouble comprehending all of this. What he getting at anyway?

"What, you think I gave it to her? No one will pick up the number I gave her." he patted his pocket. Of course he wouldn't give her a real number.

"What do you want from me?" Sam knew what the answer would be, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. He might as well cut to the chase.

"You know full well what I want Sam. And I know full well how unwilling you are to give it to me." As Sam's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, they began to reveal that Matt was holding something in his other hand. It was starting to look more and more cylindrical. Like a cup? What was Matt doing with a cup in his hand? The larger man started to advance.

"Wh- What are you doing?" Sam stammered, "Whats with the cup?" The backs of Sam's knees connected with his bed as he had subconsciously backed all the way over to it. "Oh this?" Matt held up the plastic cup, "I'm not taking any chances this time Sam. This time I will get what I want." A single hand on Sam's chest pinned him down to the bed. Sam squirmed and flailed leading to the need for an entire muscular forearm to press from shoulder to shoulder, before the incredible wight of Matt's torso ended up pressing Sam down. Matt clenched Sam's head and plugged his nose with one hand while bringing the cup to the boy's mouth. Sam held his breath as long as possible before inevitably opening up to breathe and getting a mouthful of whatever was in that cup, which couldn't be good.

He held the bitter-tasting liquid in his mouth, not wanting to swallow, but his mouth and nose were covered, and he eventually did, and was released upon doing so. He took this as his one, only, and last chance to fight back. With all his might, he slammed his elbow into the place where the unspoken agreement forbade him, but these were extenuating circumstances. Matt let loose a cry of agony as Sam jumped up and sprinted for the hallway. He was staring to feel dizzier with every step. The closer he came to the stairs, the darker everything got. And soon he could see nothing, but could only feel the pain of his body crashing down the stairs. And just before everything went into blackness, he heard the faint yell of someone calling his name.

After gently guiding Sam through the window, Optimus had turned to face Bumblebee, who looked like he had something to say. But the look on him went from concerned to horrified, and Optimus, confused, asked him what was wrong. "My sensors!" Bumblebee started, "It looks like the other person in the house is headed toward the stairs! He's going to find Sam!"

Optimus started to panic, how could he have been so stupid to let Sam go in there alone? There was now no way of getting to him without severely damaging the house, and potentially harming him. So in a last resort, he called back into the window. "Sam! Get out hes coming to get you!" But the lack of change in his movement told Optimus that Sam couldn't hear him. What could he do now? Fortunately, Bumblebee seemed to have an idea, as he was already transforming into the Camaro.

"Where are you going?" Optimus said to the almost complete Camaro. The last part fell into place before the car replied, "I'm going to get the only person that can save Sam." As the yellow car sped off into the distance, Optimus Prime was left to watch the inevitable happen to his human.

Lying on the couch in her living room, flipping through the channels, Mikaela was wondering if she had made a mistake with the whole Sam thing. Of course, it wasn't a normal situation, and that was a bit scary, but she was beginning to wonder if it was all bad. Sure, people would wonder why the radio stations spontaneously change but they could play it off as it being broken. It was a really nice looking car, and Sam was a nice, funny boy. She was just a little afraid of the unknown. But the flood of headlights into the room and the beep of a horn interrupted her channel-surfing.

She opened the front door to see the yellow dream car parked outside, somehow looking impatient. How could a car look impatient? This was all so crazy... "Mikaela!" A voice boomed from the car, which was weird because the car usually talked through the radio, at least when it was a car. "Look, Bumblebee, I-" She stopped. Since when did Bumblebee drive around alone? She was starting to think that something was up...

"Sam's in trouble you have to come now!" And Mikaela immediately put her feelings and questions aside. She grabbed her purse from a table in the front room, opening the drawer and hesitating before yanking out the 9mm pistol and stuffing it inside. Something was telling her she'd need it. She then burst through the door and ran over to the open door of the Camaro, who was yelling instructions.

"Call the police! Tell them to that there is a dangerous man at Sam's house!" Mikaela obeyed, dialing the three numbers on her relatively new phone and reciting the address to the authorities. By the time she had finished, they were nearing the house in question. This was all happening so fast! She hadn't even put on any shoes...

Optimus Prime was sitting outside the house as a big blue and red truck, and Mikaela recognized him as she sprinted up to the front door, turning the handle and flinging it open. "Sam!" she called into the house, "Sam! Wh-" She stopped and gazed towards the staircase. "Oh my god."