An alarm beeped as a figure shifted beneath the sheets of the medium sized bed. It slowly rose as he slammed a hand down on the snooze button with enough force to make the clock rattle. The figure groaned in exasperation as he slowly rose to a sitting up position. Rubbing his eyes he mumbled light a cursed as he swung his legs over the beds edge and slowly and begrudgingly stood up. He was a skinny lad with long bare legs and arms that had a similar look. His face was narrow with strong cheekbones and had deep blue eyes and dark brown shaggy hair. His name was Michael Dillard, a 17 year old highschool student. Staggering to the wooden mantel which had 4 drawers which held his clothes, it took him several minutes to change into Jean pants and dark blue shirt. He fumbled with the light switch. Narrowing his eyes as the light blinded him for a moment. Vision adjusted to the light above him he grabbed a black leather wallet and slid it into his wallet. Suddenly footsteps sounded outside of his doorway, he looked towards it as the door suddenly burst shooting splinters everywhere. He shielded his face as prices of wood hit him lightly. Lowering his arms he saw a man shrouded in darkness holding a gun which glimmered brightly. Before he could even gasp he heard a silenced piecing shot, suddenly a searing pain forced him backwards. Looking down he saw a bloody spot forming in his gut. He clenched his wound as his breathing sharpened as another searing pain tore through the center of his chest. He suddenly felt very weak and fell forward bashing his head on the carpet floor. Before he died he felt the figure pulling out his wallet. A violent burglar, he thought as he felt him dying. In a moment of fear and pain he begged. God please have mercy on my soul. Suddenly he felt nothing and fell into death. He hoped his and his parents murderer would be sent straight to hell for the wrongs he committed. The final gasp left his now dead lungs as his body fully succumbed to death as he would grow cold and be torn open by the coroner to determine his obvious death.

Suddenly he gasped as his eyes shot open as he shot into a sitting position. He grasped his chest as he breathed rapidly, no blood, only sweat. His vision returned and he saw a brick wall dead infront of him. His breathing slowed to normal as he reached for his gut, no wound there either. Was it a nasty dream or a chilling vision of the future or did he really die?. Seeing the asphalt he sat on and smelt the dumpster 3 meters on his right. Slowly he stood, he was surprised that he could stand with all the strength in his legs. The thought on his mind was how in the hell he did he end up in an alley as he looked around. The sun which laid 148.18 million km from the earth shined brightly in the clear blue sky. Moving to the edge of the Alley he noticed he had his wallet which was laid in his left pocket and his iPod in his right pocket which was used only for music. He reached the alley's end and moved onto a street which didn't look anything like his hometown of Beaverton in Canada's southern Ontario. Suddenly he felt uneasy as he decided to go left downwards towards the outer layer of the strange new town. His mind tried to figure out what was going on, was it an act of something all-mighty or just a sick dream he couldn't wake up from. Am I in a coma, He thought as he bit his lip. When will I wake up from my dream?. Within 10 minutes he reached a burger place called Knockout burger which sounded like it belonged in a cheesy tv show or movie. He reached the entrance and noticed a blue motorcycle and dark red 1969 mustang. He let out an impressed whistle as he glanced at them. He stopped infront of a sign and read it aloud.

"Knockout burger the best burger joint in jasper Nevada…..Nevada!, how the…" He trailed off as he sprung around and slumped into the bench. Covering his mouth to prevent himself from screaming like a banshee. Little that he knew he was being keenly watched. He slowly brought himself up to his feet and looked back to the sign and sighed. Impossible!, how just how?. He thought as his mind failed to come up with a logical solution for it all. He winched and face palmed as he breathed a long deep sigh as his hands shook steadily. He let his hand fall as he strode over to the blue motorcycle, he grew nervous as he looked over the bike as a stupid idea came to mind, he still had his passport and 1900 dollars and if he could hit wire the bike he could probably race home. Looking around in desperation he mounted the bike as a teen his age stepped out of the restaurant wearing a grey long sleeve and blue jeans. His hair was black as he stood at Michaels height. His face was long and he had very strong cheekbones which went with his black hair and blue eyes. Michael's blood went cold as he tried to remain natural. Suddenly the teens phone buzzed as he picked it up. Michael ignored the conversation as he reached for the little gap near the steering column and suddenly went pale as a ghost.

Arcee felt the human mount her and felt him reach in between her steering column and other armor. She felt him touch a Energon line which pumped the warm life blood to her brain, she twitched as it pulsed in response to the touch. He quickly pulled his hand out and looked it over. He looked down at her and she felt a trickle of anxiety come over her. Elita one on her left felt just as anxious if not more so. She saw the confusion on his face before he placed his hand on the fuel tank before noticing the mirror move. He leaned in real close to her speedometer and hesitantly spoke softly.

"What are you?" He asked as his tone had a shakiness to it. She watched the other teen hang up and look over Elita with a keen eye. Just our luck. She thought dryly as she started the engine. The human flinched as she began reversing. The other teen was headed toward the water canal as Elita brought up her holoform and started her engine. Michael checked the mirror to see two purple and back cars closing in behind. Suddenly he felt the whole world rocket by as he clung for dear life. He tightened his grip on the handlebars as the bike drove of its own free will. The theory of being In a coma was given much more credibility than the rest.

"Hang on!" The bike he rode told him. Clinging tightly he nodded in agreement. It's all in my head it's all in my head I can't get hurt. He told himself as they skidded onto the main road. The world around him blurred as the bike he rode shot down the road with a mustang in close tandem. Looking back at the two purple cars he saw one as two pipe looking devices lock into position on the hood. They suddenly glowed bright red as Michael in a blind moment of luck and instinct forced the steering column right and blasted into an approaching alleyway at blistering speeds. Six bolts of pure plasma shot past from where they were as Elita turned sharply down another street. Son of a glitch!. Elite thought as she was blindsided by Arcee's sudden turn. It just came out of nowhere. She saw one con shot into the alley like a demon as she rounded the corner at high speeds.

Arcee looked back to see the con closing in with guns ready. Her spark went cold as she increased speed. Her engine flared as she noticed a junction in the alley just big enough for her to fit. She grinned and bled speed before saying to warn her rider.

"It's gonna be tight so hang on!" She warned as he saw the gap. His eyes went wide for a second before narrowing. She saw an underline fear of something or one, she told herself to ask the kid later as she kicked the brakes and turned into the gap. Only 3,7 feet Across it was tighter than expected and one brush up on the side could injure her rider. Luckily her aim was true and they shot out onto the street and banked hard right towards the water way.

Jack Darby sat next to Raf who was currently using a rc car to kill time. Raf was 12 and a half years of age with bright red hair and green eyes. Computer genius and overall nice guy he was Jack's closest friend he could trust. Taking a long sip from a water bottle he and Raf idly chatted.

"See that new T-18 yet?" Jack asked and Raf nodded as he pulled off the long drift with the little car.

"Of course, it doesn't look like much of an improvement though" Raf commented as he recalled how odd the car looked. What kind of car would have three wheels?, it's just stupid. Jack chuckled as he also remembered and found it humorous.

"Yeah, it was an ugly machine and I'm not putting that lightly it was absolutely atrocious" Jack replied with a laugh. An engine noise soon reached their ears and shouting.

"I'm not dying again, I don't want to die again!!" The voice shouted as soon the motorcycle sound blasted right over their heads. They saw it fly and land with a large bang as it skidded to a halt. The rider clung as he was thrown over the front, his grip failed and he landed on the concrete ahead of the bike as it remained standing by itself. He yelped as he hit the ground before looking up at the sky mumbling to himself. Raf muttered a 'wow' as Jack just looked on in awe. Arcee saw the kids and muttered a few swears to herself as she saw the human infront of her wasn't getting up. She saw the fear and pain in his eyes as he looked to be on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. His lips quivered as he rubbed the center of his chest to check for something but found nothing.

"This has to be a coma. If not, I really did reincarnate in another world" he said mainly to himself which she hered clear as day. She began to wonder if he was even sane or not. His breathing was labored as if he'd been shot with something.

"I'm fine, just having an episode" He told her as three engines drew closer. Arcee's spark boiled as she was dying for the chance to kick come con aft. Michael was going through his own revelation at the moment, he felt pain which was impossible in dreams and it killed the coma theory in the blink of an eye. Soon the three engines shot down from the bridge above and the two purple cars changed it to 24 foot metal robots. Elita changed forms into a 25 foot tall one as well as Arcee transformed into a 15 foot tall female robot. Michael saw her and his breath was suddenly taken away as he saw her slim sexy body. Oh boy what world did I end up in?. He thought as he stood as Elita took on one con landing a jab to its gut. She grinned as the brawl at the water canal began.

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