You'll never be alone again
Chapter 2: Adrenaline rush
A/N: The song in this chapter is 'Unbreakable' by Fireflight.
Smokescreen really didn't know what he had to do to prove himself to the other members of Team Prime. Arcee didn't seem to accept him. In his spark he felt like he hadn't been given a chance; the femme having judged him immediately. Bulkhead showed dislike to him on the grounds that it felt like he was being replaced – the rookie could understand this though it still hurt. And Bumblebee made it clear with his thoughts of Smokescreen being too inexperienced and careless. It was only Optimus and Ratchet that hadn't made their thoughts of the new recruit clear but he got the feeling that it wasn't any better than the others.
He didn't think it would be a cake walk joining the team but he didn't think it would be so difficult either. Granted he made a mistake but everyone made mistakes; he found it hard to believe that none of them had done something that was wrong.
He had escaped the confines of the base and went out on patrol around Jasper just so he could clear his head. He had gotten a little pay back with Vince and his precious car with Jack, much to Arcee's dismay and had continued to have some fun with the teen. In his defence he was still learning about humans and their customs – he had passed Jacks traffic laws review so at least he was doing as originally ordered.
He did understand what he had done wrong just recently though. He understood that he had messed up when he considered and actually went along with taking Jack into battle. He had agreed with Ratchet to do a little recon on Decepticon activity but had gone against protocol to take the teen with him as well as engaging the Decepticons in battle without considering Jacks safety and without calling for backup. He wouldn't admit aloud that it seemed like a good idea at the time; it was the legendary Star sabre after all that the cons had uncovered. They had, however, been able to fix his mistake. Jack was safe and Optimus had been able to recover the relic. The most pleasing part was seeing Megatron and his army in the warship retreating in fear of the power that they now had. The scales of the war they had been fighting had tipped in their favour.
What was more exciting but made the rookie slightly nervous was the information that Optimus Prime had obtained from a small meeting with Alpha Trion, once he had possession of the Sabre. Smokescreen swerved on the road slightly as he lost his concentration.
Surely it wasn't possible.
…flashback…
When the battle had been done the Autobots celebrated a victory and the fact that they had seen Megatron run scared of the Star Sabre. Arcee had been more focussed on the safety of her charge. She had made it clear that she was disappointed in Jack for agreeing to go with Smokescreen but she was more annoyed at the rookie himself for being irresponsible and suggesting it in the first place.
They had all returned to the base relatively quickly where everyone then began to notice that their leader was unresponsive. He had the Star Sabre held up as his optics were completely focussed on the sword relic. Each of them called to Optimus but he seemed more like he was in a trance of some kind so they were patient as they waited for him to come out of the trance like state. He must be communing with Alpha Trion which astounded them all. The mech had perished on Cybertron at the hands of the Decepticons. He was wise and had great knowledge of the history of Cybertron, including the ancient relics that they were know hunting for. This was greatly proven where Optimus was now receiving a message from Alpha Trion; a mech that was long since dead.
It wasn't long before Optimus seemed to be self-aware of his surroundings again. He groaned as the experience had taken a lot of concentration and energy out of him. The Autobot leader fell on to one knee as he slightly felt the tiredness overwhelm his body but he wouldn't let it get to him. Ratchet was immediately by his side as well, he was filling his role as the Autobots medic and Optimus's oldest friend. "Easy Optimus" Ratchet reassured Prime as he helped him to stand back on his over feet.
Optimus Prime steadily stood himself up, with the aid of Ratchet, the star sabre still safely in his grasp. Smokescreen then brought himself forward to talk to his leader. His innocents and inexperience reflected in his words "so did Alpha Trion ask about me?" He was cocky with his curiosity whereas everyone else was waiting for him to elaborate on what had happened. This type of thing didn't happen every day so they weren't quite sure what to make of it all. Bulkhead brought his hand onto Smokescreens shoulder and gently pulled him back – a silent way of telling him that there were more important things. Stepping forward he spoke the words that were echoed in everyone's processor "what was the message?"
They all waited patiently for him to tell them what he had experienced. What he had heard and seen from the great Alpha Trion. Optimus's face never faltered as he stared back at the relic. He was always one to keep his cool and not let his emotions get the better of him. There was a lingering silence for a moment as Optimus himself thought about what had occurred. "It is paramount that we recover the final four Iacon relics...the omega keys" so they had a name.
The Autobots looked to each other in slight confusion for a quick moment "keys? Arcee listened closely, it was odd that four keys were some kind of relic. They were obviously important but their function was still a mystery. The rest of them were kind of hoping their leader was going to elaborate on the function of these relics that seemed the most important.
"To what?" Ratchet questioned
They were keys so they had to fit into something; perhaps unlock a door to a weapons vault of some sort "To the regeneration of our home planet" Optimus spoke the words so calmly as if it didn't bother him.
They all stood in shock at what they heard. This couldn't be. Was it really possible? Were they really given a second chance to live on their planet? Their home that had been the battle ground for a great war that was still going on. It had been overwhelmed with destruction, up until the day it died and could no longer support life. And now there was this huge information that all that they knew and missed about their once beautiful home could be brought back.
Optimus Prime then placed the Star Sabre relic down carefully and didn't waste any precious time in immediately going to the monitor to begin decrypting the remaining four coordinates. Coordinates that led to this coveted keys that they so desperately needed. There was no room for error now – if they let the Decepticons figure out what the keys could do and obtain them then Cybertron was truly lost.
While Ratchet had gone to working on something practical for Optimus so that he could easily carry the Star Sabre on his person, instead of carrying it in his hand all the time, the others were quick to assemble around each other to properly process the information they were given. They could do nothing more for now until the remaining coordinates had been decrypted so began to remember their home.
"Pack your gear because we're going back to Cybertron" Bulkhead sounded like he was ready to party for they had truly been rewarded for their efforts during the war. His voice loud and clearly laced with excitement. Bumblebee joined in to voice his thoughts with a bunch of fun energetic whirls and beeps to which Ratchet began laughing with joy. He was working hard but didn't want to miss out on the feeling of there being hope for their beloved planet. All the Autobots carried the hard feelings of the death of their planet but Ratchet was the one out of all of them that made them quite visible. He carried it quite hard in his spark.
"Well believe it now bumblebee. Civilisation at last" none of them had ever seen the Autobot medic with such joy. It was as if someone had taken his burdens and casted them away.
Smokescreen on the other hand leaned against the catwalk, built for the humans that weren't currently present in the base. He was happy and glad to have the opportunity to get his home back. He would be known as one of the legendary warriors that fought and revived their planet but he couldn't help but dwell on the feelings in his spark that made him a little down. He hadn't discovered all that he wanted on this planet yet. He'd only been on Earth 5 minutes "but I just got here" and he didn't want to leave, not just yet any way. He wanted to see what there was to be seen. He had just got interested in humans and the lives that they led and he wanted to discover so much more. He hadn't even had a chance to get to know the humans that helped the Autobots as much and see them around.
Thinking of wanting to understand humans more made him think of one in particular. It all reminded him of the red headed human, Isabella, that he had taken notice of. If anything he wanted to get to know her; even if it was through Jack instead of the real him. It was at that moment that he remembered something. The others didn't know about it and there wasn't really a reason for them to know. It wouldn't really help in the battlefield anyway. Arcee's voice reminded him that he wasn't alone.
"Remember oil baths?" Arcee began stroking her arms as the memory played over and over in her mind "first thing I'm going to do is soak for an entire solar cycle" she raised her arms as she relaxed at the thought of the therapeutic activity.
Bulkhead then began laughing with joy at the news. "I can't wait to tell Miko" and then the atmosphere of the room changed.
It was such a joy and then they were sad to think that if Cybertron was brought back then they would be leaving the family that they had made on Earth. "And...Jack" Arcee's optics lowered thinking of her partner. Bee also became saddened as they thought of their human's friends that they had come to love.
Of course because of this Smokescreen became uncomfortable at the thought of having to leave family behind especially seeing as he had no human partner like the others did. True he did care for the three teens but not in the way the guardians feel for their charges. The young bot then went over to Optimus not expecting him to turn around and pay attention to him because he was quite busy with his important task. "Er Optimus...keys open doors. Can they really revive an entire planet?" He felt it right to question how these omega keys were going to restore their home planet.
Optimus did turn around to give the young bot his full attention as he had asked a valid question. "While I am unfamiliar with the law of these omega keys, Alpha Trion knew many secrets and the ancients possessed technology that was long been lost to what we consider modern science" he stopped as he waited for the attention of all of the autobots. "Whatever they're function this much is certain; we cannot restore Cybertron without all four omega keys in our possession" as if everything that had happened during the war already wasn't hard enough. The pressure really was on them now.
"Which means we can't afford to lose a single one to Megatron" Arcee thought she like to point that out just to make it known to everyone that they couldn't fail.
"Four sets of coordinates from Alpha Trion remain encrypted" Optimus turned back to the screen as he spoke ver little of it having been decrypted already "it is logical to conclude that each corresponds to one of the omega keys. I must not waver until I decode them all, the future of our home world depends on it" of course the Autobot leader would take it on himself to make sure that they resurrected Cybertron and not the Decepticons. It wasn't long before Optimus went back to decoding the database and the others huddled by the side talking amongst themselves.
"I feel funny saying this but I'm not sure I wanna go back" there was so much tying them to Earth now.
"Who knew we'd ever get used to our knew home" the atmosphere now draped as they thought about the teens Jack, Miko and Raf. Although for Smokescreen he still cared for the children but he didn't have that special bond that Jack spoke of so he didn't quite understand how they were feeling at the moment. Bumblebee buzzed and whirled as he spoke to the others. "Yeah, I don't think I'd ever want to leave Miko"
"We've made friends here...family"
It was then that Ratchet joined in their conversation from afar "we can always...text them" they weren't quite sure if it was his idea of a joke or not. But he returned to his own work afterwards. The rookie got the feeling that messaging the humans wasn't the same as seeing and being with them which was disappointing to the others.
"Besides I've been fighting for so long I don't know if I can do anything else" Bulkhead tried to make his point across that it would be hard to change. But once again Ratchet joined in "you can go back into construction. The power of the ancients may breathe life back into Cybertrons core but our war ravished cities will surely require rebuilding"
Even going from fighting and destroying to peace and building would be difficult.
"I wouldn't make any travel plans just yet, we still have to locate these omega keys and secure them before the cons do" it made them all homesick to think about Cybertron, and how they might be able to return and revive it but there was no sense on talking about the future if it wasn't secured yet, not while the decepticons posed a threat. "Yeah like that'll be a problem. Optimus has the star sabre now, Megatrons end is in sight" Smokescreen was smug as he spoke. He was sure that the war lord wouldn't dare challenge them now that the autobots possessed a great power. Although he was ignorant to how powerful Optimus Prime was on his own without the iacon relic.
…End flashback…
It was still sinking in that they were still able to regenerate their home planet, they would be able live on it again once they had finished with the decepticons.
The sun was setting pretty quickly in Nevada and even though the main source of heat was going the temperature remained hot out. The different climates interested him. He wondered what other places on the planet were like. Smokescreen had noticed that there was very few people out at this time which meant that it was a likely time for decepticons to come out and play. It meant that he had to be alert. Even though it was quiet out he still remembered to follow the traffic laws that they had on this planet. He found it quite peaceful driving around by himself but he still envied having someone around that he could talk to whenever he wanted, someone that he tell anything to and protect like the others but then he saw how stupid he was being.
The opportunity had arisen to go home so it would be silly to make a new friend to only leave them not long after. It would also mean disobeying Optimus by revealing himself to another human without authorisation. Ratchet had also made it very clear back at base that three humans was enough to which everyone was quite surprised at his statement.
"Where are the people that accused me?
The ones who beat me down and bruised me
They hide just out of sight
Can't face me in the light
They'll return but I'll be stronger
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me"
Smokescreen heard it again. The silence was broken and the beautiful voice filled the air. There was no mistaking it. His audio receptors picked up the pitch and the notes as they were being sang; he had been keeping them alert in case she would sing again. He immediately cut short his thoughts and tried to locate where it was coming from. He could definitely tell it was ahead of him which was coming to the edge of town. There wasn't many houses in this section of Jasper which encouraged him to increase his speed. No one was around, he shouldn't get caught.
He turned a few corners fast tightly as he heard the singing getting louder and louder. The rookie unconsciously growing more excited the closer he got. It wasn't until he located her not far ahead of him that he noticed where he now was. It was a derelict place, an old industrial estate that didn't look used anymore. There was a metal fence that held the border of the rundown buildings and the public footpath and street. It wasn't dirty though. Smokescreen would have expected a rundown place like this to be the 'bad part of town' but it was empty. No graffiti, nor any signs of people around doing things that they shouldn't. It was just quiet. And there sat on a bench, opposite to where the metal fence had fallen into disrepair, sat the source of the singing.
"Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me"
He didn't want to disturb her so he made sure to slow down almost to a stop but quietly creep forward. He had to admit he really wasn't thinking properly about this. Isabella believed he was Jacks car and Jack wasn't around. It would be tough to explain if she saw him and started asking questions. As Smokescreen got closer he could make out the outline of her figure curled up on the bench. Her back was to him as she faced the outskirts of Jasper towards the desert where the sun was setting quite quickly. The light had already began to fade and the streetlight turning on one by one all the way down the road and leading back into town.
The rookie stopped when he decided he was close enough and just sat there in his vehicular form. He noticed Isabella's movements as she kept peering up at the sunset and down at what appeared to be a pad in her lap. Jack had mentioned that she was an artist; perhaps she was sketching something while she sang.
It was then that he paid attention to the words that left her mouth. He also recalled the previous song. They seemed like wonderful tunes but couldn't help but notice the negative side to them. It made the rookie wonder if there was a particular reason she had chosen these songs.
"Forget the fear it's just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
God, I want to dream again
Take me where I've never been
I want to go there
This time I'm not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me"
To Smokescreens disappointment the song seemed to end and he suddenly felt embarrassed. He really didn't know what to do now. The rookie had wanted to listen to her sing and he had and now he was puzzled with what to do. He figured it was probably a good time to start heading back to base; his patrol was quiet so there was no point in staying out long. Smokescreen hoped he might be able to sneak away just as well as he sneaked toward Isabella.
As Smokescreen shifted into reverse Isabella's head slowly turned to glance over her shoulder at him and his spark pulsated hard. The red head has noticed him and really didn't know what to do. He chose to remain still in the hope that she wouldn't question why he was there. He wondered what to do or if he'll get into trouble for this. Though she was unaware of what he truly was so he guessed there was no reason for him to be in trouble. He waited patiently for something to happen and was surprised by the warm smile that Isabella gave him. He immediately felt warmed by the gesture.
"Jack?"
Smokescreen was really at a loss. He hadn't Jack with him and the only thing he could think of doing was something that he wasn't confident with. He hadn't used his holoform in millennia and believed that the others weren't aware that he possessed one. The technology had been lost in the Great War but he was one of the ones to still have it. He wanted to say something to her but if he did then that would definitely be blowing his cover and going against orders. She quickly turned back to her pad and put it away in her backpack beside her before turning back to Smokescreen "Jack, are you okay?"
Smokescreen figured that he could perhaps leave and tell Jack in the hopes that he can explain it all to Isabella later. Then again he couldn't help but notice that the red head looked lonely; the rookie wondered if she did this often. Smokescreen didn't want to be rude and just race away though but he knew he couldn't go against orders. The rookie's natural charm and instinct couldn't be held back though; instead of just sitting there doing nothing he shifted gears and raced forward. His tyres screeching from the sudden acceleration as moved forward so fast and Isabella followed with her gaze.
The Indy 500 moved a good distance in front of her and then hit on the brakes hard that the race car drifted. It then began doing donuts in the road, creating smoke and tyre marks on the pavement. He really was showing off for her which he knew he could get in trouble for but he didn't care at that moment. He noticed, as he drifted side to side, the large grin on Isabella's face and the loud sound of laughing coming from her mouth. Smokescreen couldn't explain it but he found joy in making Isabella happy. He didn't know how but his cockiness seemed to make her laugh as he was showing off his skills around her.
With a giant smile on her face, Isabella quickly reached her and into her bag and brought out her camera. It was something she always took with her when she brought her sketch pad as well. The rookie wouldn't admit that she really was feeding his ego a lot now. So much so that he really didn't feel in control of his actions now. Isabella seemed to inspect him as she watch him twist and drift on the street and then she brought her camera up and took shot of him, making sure to get a good angle of him. In her head this was one of the best shots. The sun setting in the background and great action shots of the Indy 500 doing donuts. It gave her great inspiration to want to paint at the same time.
It wasn't long though before her smile faded and her camera was brought down into her lap as she saw something in the distance. What looked like a plane was spotted relatively low in the sky behind the race car. The red head had seen it getting closer and closer but that's not what made her smile dissipate. It was the fact that it was like no plane she had seen before; bringing up her camera she zoomed in as much as she could and snapped a picture of a dark purple looking vehicle.
She felt her heart being to beat faster knowing that not even military aerial vehicles were meant to fly that low to the ground and definitely not below buildings. Smokescreen didn't miss how the red head changed from happy to nervous. Stopping himself mid-drift he turned to follow her line of sight. His spark dropping at what he saw. He knew he was in trouble this time.
Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine as she placed her things away in her backpack and sat up straight. Her green eyes didn't move off of the flying vehicle as she moved; there was slight panic building within her that she tried to suppress. Her eyes were able to focus more on the shape of the strange plane and it only made her more nervous especially as she realised that it heading straight for her and didn't seem to be slowing down at all. Her breathing became shuddery just as she willed herself to act and run away but the vehicle pulled up at the last second.
It was after that that Isabella didn't understand what was happening. The Indy 500 had vanished from sight and her ears were filled with mechanical sounds that she couldn't quite describe. The noises weren't violent sounding; it was more harmonising. Her eyes grew bigger and bigger as she watched the source of the noise shift in mid-air. Pieces of metal folding over each other as a form was made. The red head could identify that it had a human shape; two legs and two arms and finally the last thing that formed was the head.
Her mouth hung open at the sight of a giant robot as it descended from the sky and landed on the ground with a loud crash. It didn't seem to faze the robot though – he was big enough that the height didn't bother him so much. Her eyes then began to ache as they couldn't grow any wider than they already had, they were beginning to water from her lack of blinking. Her mind frazzled at the impossibility that stood before her.
…It was a robot. A real life big ass robot. One that appeared to be able to change into a vehicular form. She was absolutely gobsmacked at the sight of a dark purple and black humanoid machine. Its face seemed to be made up of a red arrow shaped visor which now seemed to be focussed on her and as much as she was amazed it didn't seem to have a cheerful look about it. Her heart began to race as it began to intimidatingly step towards her. Her mouth hung open a little as her breathing then began to get a little skittish. She could hear her conscious screaming at her to run, to get away from this thing but her body just wouldn't budge. Her muscles were frozen solid and her mind couldn't think. Her neck craned as the robot stood directly in front of her. His visor concentrated on her small form. It didn't say anything and there was a moment where Isabella considered that perhaps she got it all wrong. Perhaps it was friendly and didn't want to harm her. At that moment the robots arm shifted so it was triangular shaped and it quickly pointed it down to her. The sudden motion made the red head fall backwards onto her the ground as she gasped. There was the whirring sound of something powering up and Isabella's face glowed a bright red as she suddenly realised she was staring down the barrel of a gun. One that was pointed directly at her.
That was motivation enough to move. Her senses for survival kicking in as she grabbed her backpack and ran through the robots legs. A squeal escaped her mouth as she heard a blast come from behind her where she presumed she had just been standing. Her first immediately thought was to scratch her previous one. The robot was definitely not friendly. She went to run across the empty street towards an alley way but stopped dead in her tracks as one of the buildings was shot at and crumbled in front of her. She had and back step to make sure she wouldn't get crushed. Isabella gasped hearing the robots heavy feet on the pavement. She couldn't bring herself to look at it though and kept her back to it in the hope her death would be quick.
Before she could shut her eyes tight the ringing of an engine caught not only her attention but the robots as well. She had to shield her face with her arms as the rubble from the building was smashed into smaller pieces. Dust was kicked into the air but that didn't stop Isabella from seeing the very same Indy 500 speeding towards her. She wanted to scream but her voice had abandoned her at this point and her body locked up again to point that she couldn't move.
Her breathing at this point was now erratic as she watched the race car swiftly transform just like the other robot. This one was a bit different though as it leapt forwards and tackled the hostile robot to the ground. The red head shrieking as she watched it practically fly over her head.
Metal scrapped on metal as the two robots began to fight it out. The hostile one trying to kick the new one away. Isabella really didn't know what was happening only that she was right in the middle of it all "fuck!" the fighting seemed to have gotten closer to her which made her panic. Her legs moved fast than her mind as she went back towards the abandoned industrial estate. She dodged around where one of the robots had shot the pavement and went straight for an opening in the fencing.
Once through she didn't let herself stop. She kept on running towards a small building until she finally turned a corner and leant against the wall. Her heart thumping away threatening to burst out of her rib cage. Isabella felt her body almost collapse against the building as she placed a hand on her chest in the hope of calming it down. Her body slumped down so that she was now sitting on the ground hoping to regain her breath. She could still hear the clattering of the battle that was going on not too far away which still put her in a state of panic. Her mind travelling to her almost death had she not have had the courage or the instinct to move.
Taking in deep breaths from her nose and blowing it out in a calming manner helped her concentrate on her train of thought. Whatever was going on she was sure that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She could have chosen to spend her evening at home or somewhere else but no. She chose to spend it in an area of town that no one went to anymore. Jasper's deserted industrial zone, one that had been campaigned about to get it transformed into something useful for the town. And as for the robots…well. Space was her first thought but even that seemed unreal to her still. She guessed that the robots seemed way out of human reach with their technology but then again everyone had secrets including the government and military.
Before another thought could enter her brain though there was a loud clash that made Isabella jump in fright. She wanted to question what it was and it wasn't long until she got that wish as the roof of the small building she was hiding behind exploded. A scream erupted through her throat as she ducked her head down to avoid getting hurt. It was then that the robots smashed through the building onto the concrete floor but it wasn't just the two like before. There were now three of them. Two of them looked exactly the same though with their dark purple and black form. They appeared to be working together to fight the white one, who is now pinned to the ground.
Isabella moved quickly away from it. The battlefield having now moved closer to her and in to the industrial estate. She was about to try and get back to the street so she could make a run for it to who knew where when she quickly glanced over her shoulder. Her emerald green eyes focussing on the two dark forms beating the white one as much as they could. The other protecting himself and giving everything he had to fight them both off.
Her conscious told her to run. There was no way she could help without being killed herself. This was all bigger than her and not just physically. But her heart made her stay and focus on what she could do. Everything she had done to calm herself was now pointless as she could feel herself winding up again. Her breathing becoming erratic and her whole body shaking.
Making the only choice that she saw fit. Isabella picked up a piece of rubble and threw it as best as she could at one of the robots. A clanging sound of the rock hitting the metal was her evidence that she had hit him but she didn't stop as she found another piece of rubble and threw it at the other robot getting both of their attention. "Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" It was sort of her plan to get them to stop but she hadn't quite figured out the next part yet. Unfortunately, the next part came quickly as the two dark robots looked to one another for a slight moment before one of them began moving towards her. "Shit" she whispered to herself. The ground underneath its footing cracked as it moved towards her with hostile intent. She gasped knowing that she probably just got herself killed.
She didn't have time to think as her legs quickly carried her away. She moved further into the industrial estate to try and hide but all she saw when she looked around were old buildings that would probably end up falling apart on top of her. She couldn't actually believe her legs were carrying her this fast and away from the robot – she refused to stop knowing that if she did then she would just freeze or break down in terror. This wasn't quite what she had mind when she told the two hostile robots to pick on someone their own size. Definitely not her; she was far too puny to them.
Isabella was able to use the layout of the estate to her advantage though. She dodged in and out of around the buildings as she tried her best to keep ahead of the robot. The further sound of fighting in the distance caught her ear which gave her the impression that she had been a distraction long enough to help in some sort of way.
She knew what she had done was stupid but her heart had told her to interfere. It had been an unfair fight which was greatly dishonourable and Isabella couldn't stand it. It lightened her heart that she had been able to even the odds even if she was now being chased down. The red head really didn't know where she was going. With the size of the robot she was finding it hard to out run him; only being able to stay ahead enough to not get squished by its big feet.
At least her size provided some sort of advantage. She was able to dodge long enough to have led the hostile robot in a big loop. Her legs ached and she wanted to stop and rest but she didn't want to give in just yet. If she did then she was a splat mark in the pavement. Her situation became more dangerous now that she was running into the open which made her an easier target. Looking left and right Isabella only found the nearest cover to be a small hangar looking building to the far side of the open pavement. The redhead had noted that the Indy 500 robot had been less hostile to her then the other two had been.
One of which was lying on the ground looking quite lifeless. Well she hoped as she adjusted her path to run straight towards it. Before she reach it however the sound of something charging up caught her ear and something fired at the ground in front of her that made her fall backwards onto the ground. She gasped seeing the rubble fly everywhere and just how close she had been to being blown to pieces herself. She could feel herself panicking, her limbs freezing so she couldn't move them. Hearing the pounding of big footsteps she turned around on the ground to see the robot standing over her. She could feel it staring at her, making her hair stand on its end. That wasn't even the worst part.
The redhead watched as the robot raised his transformed arm and charged his weapon. A red energetic light glowing on her face as she stared right up the barrel of the gun. She felt her heart suddenly stop at the thought that this was it; she was going to perish. She didn't even know by who or why even but it was going to happen none the less.
Taking in a shuddery breath, Isabella tensed. "Back off Decepticon!"
Isabella's eyes widened as she watched the white robot slam into the hostile one knowing him away from her. He then stood in front of her so that she was safely protected behind him. No more words were exchanged as the hostile robot went fire at the friendly one but he was able to quickly evade. Kicking the robot away and then landing a quick punch to the helm.
Catching a powerful kick, he transformed his arm into his own weapon and fired it directly at the hostile. With a couple of perfectly aimed shots the robots visor began to fade from a red to grey. Isabella watched as a couple of sparks flew out of the neck area of the robot and its body went limp as it fell to the ground.
It had all happened so fast that the memory of it all was a bit of a blur to her. Seeing the lifeless robot on the ground in front of her made Isabella's heart jump. Her mind racing with thoughts of her impending death that was only just stopped. If it had been a moment longer then she would have been dead.
It was then that her breathing began to quicken to the point that she couldn't control it. Her chest heaved up and down as her body began to hyperventilate. She eyed the lifeless husk and worried about ending up as just that.
"It's okay" she followed the voice to the white robot that stood over her. His hands were held out as a sign that he meant no harm to her but she couldn't help the overwhelming alarm that pulsed through her. "They're gone and I'm not going to hurt you"
Isabella willed herself to move seeing how close they were to each other. Her legs managed to move a little to push her body away from him but that was it. The tall robot noticed her panic and began to worry about what to do. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched the robots weapon shift back into his arm. Her skin becoming paler and paler by the second. "Try to calm your breathing down before you hurt yourself…Breathing in slowly and then out"
It seemed silly at first. Isabella could even tell that he felt nervous with no knowing what to do. However, she found his voice soothing and concentrated on that as she followed his lead with the breathing techniques. Within a small moment her heart beat began to lessen to a normal rhythm. Her skin colour then returned to his normal tanned shade.
The mass of breathing had taken its effect. Isabella's body feeling completely shattered and drained not just from the near death experience but the evening's unscheduled exercises as well. It was then that she realised that she no longer had control of herself as her vision slowly blackened. She tried to focus on the only thing that was around and that was the white robot that seemed to be talking to himself. His concentration off of her while she tried to keep hers on him to stay conscious but that failed miserably…