Alyssa sighed and concentrated again. Metallic arms. Metallic body. Whatever metal Cybertronians are. Just lemme control this shit.
Nothing happened. Alyssa knew that she had not been mutated enough to control turning into her "Cybertronian form", as she had started to call it. She had stayed away from the Energon when someone had been bleeding it, but with good precautions she had been handing tools to Ratchet when needed. That much she had managed to negotiate with the medic and the Autobot leader, who held most of the power to decide on things.
Just goddammit.
Alyssa stood up. It had been another two weeks now, and the weather was cooling. August had changed to September, and summer had changed to autumn. Very few went outside without their coats on anymore. The heat had gone away, giving way to the slowly but surely approaching winter.
The swings of the playground stood abandoned. No one was coming, and Alyssa realized it now. She had been waiting for her friends for an hour now, but nobody came. They had planned an afternoon together, but every single of her three close friends had gotten something else to do, something obligatory that kept them from coming.
It was such an unlikely coincidence, yet it had really happened. The reasons were true, but part of Alyssa insisted that none of them had wanted to go. She felt depressed by that.
It must be this damn gray day.
A purple car passed by again. It had been going past the playground for a few times; the human girl was positive that it was a Decepticon who had recognized her.
Maybe it's just for the best that no one is coming... They won't become targets of the 'Cons...
Alyssa feared that she could not text the Autobots without giving their position to the Decepticons who were most likely tracking her phone's data. If I move, I may be screwed. If I text for help, the other's may be found. If I stay, I may be taken away. I'll have to get out of here anyways. What should I do?
Alyssa knew that she had to move away from the playground at some point. She had spotted someone who lived nearby watching her. She was suspicious as heck, and she knew it. But as she had stood, listening to the cool wind howl, she knew that she should get going. No one was coming for her, only the purple 'Con was there to threaten her.
The wind kept howling as if it was wailing about something. Alyssa just pushed against it, giving a nod to the inhabitant of the nearby house who had now come to the other window to see the black-clothed girl leave. There must have been a gang causing trouble around here, so much the girl could decipher from the frightened face of the oldish woman.
Alyssa could hear the purple car's engine growl behind her, as she walked along the road. Primus, help me.
The car was closer now. Alyssa risked the glance over her shoulder and saw the Decepticon insignia on the bonnet. The Decepticon seemed to be slowly revealing his hidden guns to shoot at her.
No one was there to take Alyssa Rinne, but there was someone to shoot at her. And that someone was an alien robot from the outer space.
At first, fear struck Alyssa. For a fleeting moment, she had a sensation of her insides disappearing, but that sensation lifted as soon as she fully registered it.
The Decepticon was now charging to shoot. Alyssa knew she had to run.
Swinging her head back onwards, she sprung to sprint. The Decepticon sped up, trying to catch her, but as the girl sped up her pace, the Decepticon started to shoot to get her faster. Alyssa just kept running; she could not think about avoiding any hit, should she end up into their line. Her feet were carrying her faster than the wind pushed against her.
Adrenaline rushing in her veins, the girl could hear the blood rush in the veins of her ears. She felt like she was passing through the currents of the air, the sounds of the explosions of the missing shots rumbling behind her. She kept running and running and running.
To the forest. Alyssa ran past the stumps, jumped over the roots and stones, and kept on going in silence, scaring birds and wild animals as she ran.
She did not know for how long or how far she ran. She only knew that when she finally stumbled on a root, falling hurt. But the dash ended, and while she was bruised and full of wounds and scratches, she was alive in the silence. The Decepticon had not followed her, but she was lost.
Alyssa did not understand how she had been able to run for so long and so fast. Her feet felt numb, but they were there. They were metallic.
So the 'Con triggered it, huh...
Alyssa pushed herself up and sat down on a stump. She checked her phone; it had not broken when she had fallen, but there was no network. She could call no one, and she could not access anything to get back home.
I guess I must move on to the direction I came from. I ran to the same direction all the time, so I'll get back home that way...
Taking a few breaths, ignoring her grumbling stomach, she gathered her strength to stand up and start to follow the rough footprints her sprints had made. The distance between each footprint showed her that she certainly had almost literally flown through the air.
Time to go...
Alyssa started walking, her metal feet making hardly any more sounds than her usual human feet made.
/Transformers Prime (c) Hasbro, the humans of this story (c) Me/