/Surreal. This is all surreal. Any moment now I am going to wake up in Relda's boot, back in that field and none of this will have happened/, I thought to myself as Bumblebee sped down the highway towards Mission City with Optimus and the others in hot pursuit.
It felt all too much like a video game, ''Grand Theft Auto'' or something, except there was no restart on this, no second chance. The finality of what could happen at any moment, mixed with the adrenaline of racing at breakneck speed inside an alien ''car'' with the fate of humanity hanging in the balance, was a heady feeling indeed.
Megatron was now free from his icy prison and his minions were gathering to unleash hell to claim the Allspark for their own twisted machinations. All that stood between him and victory was a handful of Autobots, two teenagers, a ''slightly'' abnormal middle-aged woman and the US Air force. Whether it was enough, time would soon tell as we drew inexorably closer to our destination.
As we hurtled down the highway, doing our best to avoid collisions with civilians, I suddenly heard Sam let out a scared ''Oh no, Oh no!''
Mikaela asked, ''What's wrong?''
''It's the same cop!" I had no idea what he was talking about, but I whipped my head around all the same to scan for the offending vehicle. Sure enough, speeding up menacingly behind Optimus, Ironhide and Rachet was a Police car, some sort of Mustang but definitely not law abiding. Prime and the others moved to block him from getting through. It was a game of vehicular chess and we were the pawns.
We had only just allowed ourselves to breathe again when I heard the unmistakable sound of transforming. Once again, I turned around to see what the problem was. My heart stopped. It was no longer the police car we had to concern ourselves with but the large vehicle in front of it. A huge, armoured vehicle of some description was looming menacingly, casually tossing cars from side to side with a huge metal fork. Things were about to get interesting in a horrifying way.
The behemoth gained momentum, skating, yes skating down the freeway at ridiculous speeds, shoving, shunting, and destroying vehicles like some sort of hockey player on steroids, striving to get to us!
"'This is not fucking good! Bee!'' although I was vaguely aware Bumblebee knew what was going on, I could not help but voice my rising concerns. Sam, Mikaela and I all began to panic, we needed help!
It was at that point I noticed a familiar red and blue flame decaled truck transform, gracefully leaping to the defence, carefully avoiding any vehicles as he turned to face his opponent. My heart skipped a beat as Prime turned.
As I watched the events unfold in slow motion, a thought flashed into my mind. /He would be off balance, he could not possibly absorb the impact and stay upright!/ With that, his attacker slammed into him, a body jarring tackle that pushed them both off the side of the highway, tumbling over the guard rails and out of sight onto the roads far below. I was barely able to stifle a scream as I watched Prime disappear. ''Oh no! Optimus!'' I cried, starting to absent mindedly undo my seatbelt as if I could somehow help him.
Bee whirred and beeped before he reattached the seatbelt. The sounds of Billy Ocean filled the car, 'When the going gets tough, the tough get going,'' closely followed by Stan Bush's, ''You've got the touch!"'
I closed my eyes briefly and breathed deeply, ''Are you saying he'll be okay Bee?'' I asked plaintively. Mikaela had reached towards me and held out her hand comfortingly, grasping mine. Sam gave a shaky smile of comfort. /And I'm supposed to be the adult!/ I closed my eyes somewhat embarrassed and desperately trying to contain my rising fear for Optimus.
''Yeah…yeah… yeah… yeah… YEAH!"'… the lines from an Usher song confirmed this hope.
I exhaled defeatedly, ''Ok, I'll trust you.'' I had no choice anyway. There was nothing much I could do. We were about to have our own problems anyway as Mission City loomed ahead and the sound of jets could be heard in the distance.
Prime was on his own.