Part 3 – Chapter 24 – Tranquillity

Petrified
By Fort Minor

What?

Armageddon's POV

"Damn, set the alarm clock in the afternoon again." Someone said.

That voice was disturbingly familiar...

I gasped and sat bolt up. I looked around. I was in someone else's room, I had never been in here before, but I recognized it...

Holy crap! Sam Witwicky's room!

I rolled out of the bed and fell onto the floor. I was dressed in the same clothes I had been before: dark jeans, simple purple top, sneakers.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bed?" the same person asked.

I jumped up and looked in the direction of the voice. There was Sam himself. The mass murderer son of a bitch. And Mikaela. The person with more layers than an onion, and brains (wow!), which was far more than I could say about the killer.

"Holy slag," I swore, looking out the window. All five Autobots were there in vehicle form, the garden was destroyed, and WOW, Bumblebee is hot, "You guys looking for the glasses?"

"Yeah," Mikaela replied slowly, "who are you? What are you doing here? How do you know?"

"I'm Armageddon AKA Acheron Pitman, last time I checked, the Autobots' grandsons, par Ratchet, and Ironhide's is replaced with Prowl's, just died and we don't know why—"

'Sucked in.'

"—I'm the Goddamn guru! It's my bloody job to fucking know, you son of a bitch!"

I just lost my mechfriend and four friends! You dickhead! Don't you even have a heart?!

Chatterbox didn't reply.

"Hey!" she snapped.

But I was out of the room before she could say anything else, lying, "Stay in this house or else I blow it sky high." I found my way to the kitchen surprisingly fast.

Mrs. Witwicky saw me and demanded, "Who—?"

"A mass murderer, professional assassin and a cannibal," I snarled, "no, technically not a cannibal, just a mass murderer and professional assassin. But I did eat over 500 humans before throwing all of them up and contaminating one of the world's biggest lakes. IF that loser you call your son doesn't kill anyone in the next few days, you will all live. If not... burn in hell. Oh, and by the way, this place is rigged. Go outside at all and it blows up."

She looked shocked, but I grabbed the bag, rummaged around in it, took out the glasses case, checked for the glasses, which were there, and went outside before she could knock me out with a baseball bat.

"Got 'em," I muttered.

My eyes glowed crimson as I called on my true form. Strangely, it was just down the street. How'd I get there? Same way the rest of me got here, I suppose.

The other me transformed and stood in front of the house, waiting. I climbed onto my hand, and next thing I knew, I was sitting in the cockpit of a Nighthawk which was speeding close to the ground, ripping up roofs, sending people, plants and animals flying and generally leaving death and destruction in my wake.

I was so pissed off.

I opened the comm. link and barked, "This is Armageddon, is anyone there?"

"Skullzy."

"Echo here."

"Grim's listening."

"Jumpy's all audios."

"Fyromaniac's on your tail."

"Everyone, get your afts to Hoover Dam right now. This is movieverse, and Mikaela and Sam were just looking for the glasses, which I have. They shouldn't go out of the house, as I said it would blow up. Jazz is alive, Opty's tall, Bee's hotter than ever, Ironhide's old and Ratchet's young... younger. Let's mess Tranquillity of 2007 up."

The same way we had ruined Detroit... present and future...

I could pick up all five 'Bot signatures up on my scanners. I slowed down and ascended until I was flying in front of them and not killing the whole neighbourhood. I was out of their firing range.

I opened a comm. link to them, "Don't mess with me. A bunch of psychos and professional assassins are on their way. If you so much as look at any of us funny, you all die, then I take the Allspark and kill all humans. By the way, one of us is four times taller than Optimus and could squish any of you. Got it memorized?"

There was silence from them and I cut the link, knowing that they got the message. I continued leading them to Hoover Dam.

Next on my list: steal the Allspark and save Megatron's life, among others...

A/N: and that's the end of Holy CA-shizzle! All will be explained in good time! Do youse (it's a real word! HA! Now you can't say that's bad English! Seriously, I saw it in an OXFORD dictionary a few times and spell check likes it) know who else Armageddon could save by stealing the Allspark? Take a WILD guess. Short chapter, I know, and sorry. Sequel! It's called 'Phychotism', so keep an eye out for it.

Like I said, it's going to get very, very serious... more so than it will be crazy and generally confusing...