Disclaimer: To be honest, I had trouble figuring out how to end this chapter, so it's shorter than normal.
grapejuice101: It all depends on how the ending goes. I have a few ideas for the rest of the movies, but I doubt I can get through them all.
Guest: I will, but it won't be answered until the end. And Blake is forgetting things. Accidentally, not on purpose. Both things are connected.
"Speaking"
Thinking
"Gentlemen," Sam's voice, much stronger than mine was, echoed through the cool air. "I want to introduce you to our new friend... Optimus Prime."
"Taking the children was a bad move." If I wasn't still terrified from being lifted in the car, I'd have laughed at Simmons' rapidly paling face. But having the Autobot leader growl at the agents, even though it wasn't directed at us, was immensely scary. Optimus Prime... was severely ticked. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."
The two other vehicles that were with us were stopped on either side of our wreck, all out and aiming their guns at the massive Cybertronian. Yeah, like those would help them. The sound of metal creaking drew my attention to behind us, and the other Bots flipped down from a bridge and surrounded them, drawing their own weapons out. "Freeze!" Ironhide barked, his gun humming with energy ready to dispel.
"Give me those." Jazz held out his hand, and the guns were ripped from the agents' hands, striking the open palm with a loud clang. One happened to go off, firing several shots into the air, and making a few men jump.
"Magnets," I mumbled. "Heh. Cool." Jazz threw the guns behind him, letting them clatter to the pavement. As for Optimus, the leader bent down, getting as close to the car as he could without picking it up again. Simmons and the driver stood in their seats, hands up.
"Hi, there." Simmons finally managed to speak, though his air of seriousness from earlier had all but left.
Optimus looked between the two of them. "You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?" The anger still was in his voice, but it was mixed with genuine curiosity.
"Look, there are S7... protocols... okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I-I can't communicate with you." None of that's helping you right now, pal. Optimus's optics narrowed, and I inched back in my seat. He's gonna yell again.
"Get out of the car."
"Alright. Alright. Me? You want me to-?"
"Now!" Called it. Sam jumped a little, not expecting the rise in voice.
"Alright, alright. Get out. Hey. alright, I'm... yeah, I'm getting out. I'm getting out." Two agents, once on either side, opened the doors, and we climbed out of the wreckage. Sam got out behind Mikaela, and she spun him around to check his cuffs. "You see? Very nifty how you put us down without really... killing us."
I wanted out of my binds as much as the next person, but the tension between Sam and Mikaela was one I did not want to get involved with. At the same time, I... I was scared. Sure, I felt better, and safer now that the Autobots had arrived, but how Simmons called me out so casually, I just... how was I suppose to react to that? I didn't want Sam asking me, questioning me, right then and there.
A low electronic whirl came behind me, and I looked up at Bee's concerned face. "Hey, Bee... you mind giving me a hand with these?" Nodding, the yellow and black Bot bend down, and turning myself around, I heard the snapping of metal. "Much better." I brought my hands in front, rubbing where the material rubbed against my skin; red chaff marks were all that remained.
"Should've nabbed you three before they got to you, huh?" Turning around again at Jazz's input, I shook my head.
"No, it's not your fault. You guys had to put distance between us to avoid capture, right?" Sam and Mikaela stormed up to Simmons, who was still targeted by Ironhide and Ratchet, both not pleased with the turn of events.
"What is Sector Seven? Answer me," Sam ordered. One hand was wrapped around a wrist, red, just like my own.
"I'm the one who asks questions around here," Simmons replied angrily. "Not you, young man!"
"How'd you know about the aliens?" Mikaela jumped in.
"Where did you take his parents?" I asked, stepping in between the two teens.
"I am not at liberty to discuss-"
"No?" Before he could finish, Sam reached forward, yanking the badge from Simmons' jacket.
"-it. Hey. You touch me, that's a federal offence." Sam and Mikaela retreated, looking it over.
"You really think we give a hoot about that right now?" I remarked, staying in place.
"Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with your big alien friends standing around us," Simmons complained. "Tell me, what's your plan now?"
"My plan?" The two must have been paying attention, because they stopped fusing over the badge, coming back up to us. "Simple, really. You see, for one I'm keeping your badge." It could come in handy. "Secondly, I'm gonna have Mikaela here assist me in handcuffing all of you so that you can't easily come after us." And lastly... this one might be overkill. "Thirdly..."
I stepped forward, gave a smile... and brought my hand up to slap Simmons across the face. Hard, to the point it left a rather lovely mark on his cheek. "Ow! What the hell is-!?"
"Don't threaten me, or my friends, ever again. Unless you'd rather have me punch you instead? Because let me assure you, I will." Simmons shut up, the first wise thing he had done all night, and cupped his face where I struck him.
"I like this femme," Ironhide not-so-discretely whispered to Jazz, while Bee laughed in the background. Thank you, Ironhide. In your face, Simmons.
"Thanks, Blake." Mikaela stepped up to me, smiling appreciatively. "Though I could've handled it myself." She probably could've, but I was fed up with his attitude that I had to do something. "Now, about that second step?"
The three of us had probably too much enjoyment in making sure the Sector Seven agents weren't going to follow after us. They all sat along in a row, two people sharing a set of handcuffs, with Simmons being ushered around a light pole and having him stuck to it. With his hands cuffed together, we used a spare one to keep him tied to the driver, who marked the end of the line. "This is fun," Mikaela said, grinning at us as she snapped the final loop into place.
Simmons looked at us, and I took pride in how the slap managed to leave a bruise. "I will hunt you down, okay?"
The driver, standing next to him, glared daggers at Mikaela. "He'll hunt you down."
"Without any remorse!"
"No remorse." Shut your parrot up, Simmons. Walking away from the agents, I elbowed Sam. Before my mind slipped away, before I could forget, I had to make sure I got this out.
"Sam, give them the glasses before something else happens."
Sam stopped in his steps, throwing me a confused look. "What? What else could happen?"
"Optimus! Incoming!" At Ironhide's warning, we looked far down the road, spotting several more vehicles and helicopters coming at us.
"They could call in for reinforcements, for one." Ironhide adjusted his cannon, slamming it into the pavement. Whatever he did must've worked, as the cars began to spin out, struggling to maintain movement before rolling to a halt.
"Roll out." With the Prime's command, the four hurried back into their alt-modes, and took off down the road, away from Sector Seven, and us. Then how do we get out of here!? "Up you get." Oh, heck no. It was a small and quick moment, when I had found myself actually on a Cybertronian's hand. It was only long enough to switch places. Having Optimus not get into vehicle mode, and carry us to safety was nerve-wracking. Did I trust him to not let us fall though...?
"This is madness," I muttered, scrambling onto his hand with the others. "Insanity." Optimus lifted us to his shoulder, and we clambered off and gripped the large pieces of metal sticking up. There was nothing to hold us in place, so all we could do was hold on for dear life as the chase picked up.
Sam's arm slipped as we maneuvered around a bridge, trying to stay out of the bright lights of the helicopters, Mikaela hurrying to hoist him back up. He'd probably be panicking a lot more externally, had he not have to focus on staying in one spot with all muscles working to keep him there. My own grip was tight, knuckles white and metal digging into my skin.
Optimus ran through a side street, stepping around the cars without running into or crushing them. For someone his height, it was a little impressive how fluidly his motions were. Although, the crushed pavement under each foot would beg to differ. Looking around, he dipped through an alley, just managing to avoid a helicopter approaching from up ahead.
With the choppers zeroing in, hearing them close in after lifting up from the street, Optimus retreated to a partially emptied river, only having a small flow of water going through and leaving behind a dry culvert. Looking up, the Prime grabbed the metal underneath the bridge, the same one off in the distance from when we crashed, and brought himself up underneath.
"Easy, you three." Adjusting our own grips, we looked out from our hiding spot, spying the helicopters fly by underneath us. Okay, we are really high up here! The sound of faint squealing tires drew my attention to the left, and I could see Bumblebee speeding towards us. But why is Bumblebee coming this... way?
I had forgotten. Just like the other times, a piece of a moment had fallen through the gaps. Mikaela's going to-! "Aaahh!"
The teen dropped like a rock, grip giving out just as Optimus adjusted himself for the helicopters to pass underneath, sending Sam scrambling off the Prime's shoulder to latch onto her arm. With only his feet lodged into gaps to keep himself up, he hung over the edge with his hands wrapped around her. "No! No! No, Sam! Sam, don't drop me!" Mikaela screeched, reaching up with her other hand to hold on. "Sam, don't! Sam, don't! I'm slipping! I'm slipping!"
Scurrying from my spot to Sam, I wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to pull him back up. Bee's tires were closer now, ready in case we plummeted. "I can't... hold on...! Sam!" My footing slipped, and the two of us somersaulted forward, head over legs through the air.
"Hold on!" A flash of blue and red met me, and I lashed out to grab one of the legs that swung down for us to grab, but only had my arm impact it. Hard. Mikaela's screams filled my ears, along with Sam's desperate cries as he missed the safety net given to us.
"Sam!" Right as she called his name, right before our bodies became smears on the pavement, Bee shot forward, transforming and snatching us out of the air. Spinning around on his chest, he skidded to a stop out from under the bridge, looking at our pale faces.
"Th-thanks, Bee," Sam stuttered, letting himself be put down. I gripped my arm, feeling the stinging pain send alarm bells off in my head.
"Sam, get rid of the glasses! Now!" Sam, at my frantic shout, grabbed the case from his pocket and hurled it across the river, sliding across the cement floor on the other side. "They're back!"
The helicopter had returned, and from the inside, we could see a harpoon being aimed directly at Bumblebee. "Stop! Stop! Wait! No!" Sam desperately cried, voice drowning out by the rotating blades.
The arrow missed piercing Bee's hand, but the metal cord wrapped around him, tugging his arm. The other chopper, approaching from under the bridge, was followed by a new one. "Noooo!" Cables were fired, grabbing his other arm and one of his legs. Flying backwards, the metal cords were tightened, twisting Bee around before he fell to the ground in an electronic scream.
"No! Stop! Stop!" At this point, I could barely him him. All I could make out was the incoming vehicles, locking us and Bee in a circle with no signs of escape, the whirling blades, and Bee. Agents ran at him, armed with liquid nitrogen canisters, and began to hose down the Bot. The cold worked almost immediately, freezing his joints, and locking them up.
Several of the agents rushed at us, orders barking through a megaphone. "Get down on the ground! Get down! Get down!" We were pulled to the ground, and I felt someone's hands wrap around my wrists, getting ready to clamp a pair of handcuffs on them.
"Hah-look, he's not fighting back!" He wasn't. Through all the pain, and torture, Bee wasn't attacking anybody. He was trying to break free without harming the humans. Hoisted to our feet, and dragged backwards to a waiting van, Sam continued to cry out. "Stop hurting him!"
Bee's head swiveled around, locking onto us. The bright blue optics were wide, terrified, but through it all, showed more concern for our safety than his. Because... he was Sam's guardian. I... oh, screw that!
Perhaps it was a moment where one of them had to break free. Maybe not. It could just be my failing mind. But I did what my adrenaline drove me to do; drive an elbow-the one on the good arm-in the agent's stomach, and rip myself from their grip. Sam followed at my heels, and the two of us each tackled someone with a canister.
Sam took the nozzle from his hands, spraying it at the ground while trying to remove the rest of the gear; I kept the man pinned, keeping one less person from harming Bee. Was I stupid, in what I was doing? Possibly, yes. I wouldn't deny that. I just couldn't stay there watching though. Even if my actions were futile, I wanted to try and help. I had to help.
Several more agents, all dressed in black, rushed us. Sam was yanked backwards, two on either side of him, forcefully holding his arms behind his back. I didn't have time to prepare myself for the men that came at me, only until I was pulled to my feet did I realize it. "No! No, let me go! You're hurting him!"
"Restrain her!" I was forced to the ground-almost pushed-and while they might not have meant to, the side of my head hit the ground. A quick, but noticeable thunk as bone met pavement. It went muffled, and it began to darken, with images blurring together.
"No!" Mikaela shouted, the one word she managed to get out as she watched Sam and I get taken down. Through glassy eyes, I saw Sam look at me worriedly as he was dragged towards Simmons, and was carried behind him.
"Happy to see me again...? Put him and the unconscious girl in the car with their little criminal friend. We'll get her checked out before arriving. I want that thing frozen and ready for transport!" Through the commotion, just as I was being loaded into the car, I caught one last glimpse of Bee's face. I'm so sorry. Darkness engulfed my world, and I was dragged away from it, and my friends.
Where... am I? I don't... I don't think I'm dead. No, no. That's not right. I got hit pretty hard, but not that hard.
It was black, and I couldn't tell if that was because I had no source of light, or my eyes were shut. The weird thing was, I actually couldn't tell if my eyes were open or not. I could not feel anything. No warmth, no cool, no... nothing. All of my senses were muted, nonexistent.
Sam. Sam! Was he okay? He had been knocked out beside me, right? So if I was like this, was he in the same boat? Not like... I have any way of knowing. I would sit down, if I was capable of. Guess I just have to wait until I awake.
How long would that take? Sector Seven would lead them to the Allspark next, which should only take a few hours. It'd be bright out by then. Hmmm...
"... low... brain... weak." What? What was that? Who-did someone say something? It was quiet in the void, silent, but the broken words sounded close. Almost right beside me. Beside... oh no, am I in a coma!? Did that agent tackle me!?
That could be it. Perhaps I was stuck in her own mind. Come on, say something else. I don't want to be bored. "Family... unaware... arm." Family. That must be Ron and Judy. Unaware, probably means that they had no idea about the aliens. Arm, huh? There were a few guesses there, but the top one would be in the drop, when I tried to grab for Optimus, my arm broke. Heh. That'd be just great. An injury like that on top of the mess I would awake to, when we arrived... arrived... it was happening again.
Why do I keep forgetting? Some things are minor, yeah, but the location of the freaking Allspark!? How could I not recall that important of a fact? Was this an aftereffect of the hit? N-no, it couldn't be. This happened more than once already. Then... what was going on there? Why? Why was I missing things, details, that were small or major? Did... is from whatever happened to me to send me here?
The mumbling voices, clear and unclear words, drifted out, and a loud noise boomed through the darkness. "Blake, wake up!"
Sam? "Come on, Blake, you have to wake up." Mikaela? The darkness began to shatter, fractals of light pouring in, and my vision suddenly went white. Hey, wait!
A bit of a shorter chapter, but my idea for the next one required me to wrap it up here.
Until next time!
Angel