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And now, Charlie gets to meet the silver terror twin! Oh, what fun for her. This chapters long. Anyway, hope you like it!


Chapter Three: Meet My Alien Robot Corvette.

"What are you? Are you possessed? I knew it! I knew I wasn't crazy!" I exclaimed, mind swirling as the Corvette swerved sharply to the right, rounding another corner.

The car sighed, "No, I'm not possessed. I'm not even a car!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Not a car? Then...what are you?"

"Uh...I'll explain later. Right now, we need to lose these Cons." He replied before the engine revved deeply.

My eyes were wide, frantically looking for a way out of the car. I eyed the door, but then the locks pressed down. I glared at the dashboard, I then began to pound on the glass, hoping that it would break. Or at least disturb the possessed Corvette. I was immediately pulled back towards the driver's seat, when I felt something snake across my chest and waist, clicking into place. I tried to undo the seatbelt, but it wouldn't budge. I then tried kicking the dashboard and steering wheel, which resulted in the other seat belt tying my legs to the seat. I struggled, trying to move forward, but I couldn't. I couldn't even move my head from the seat! The bastard tied me up like I was on a stake!

Growling, I gave up, resting my head back on the seat to catch my breath. Great, I can check being tied up in a possessed car chased by other cars off my bucket list. The seatbelt's tight grip loosened slightly. Gee, thanks. The Corvette suddenly swerved off the road, heading straight into the forest, and I let out a surprised shriek from the sudden change in motion. The Corvette barely slipped by two, thick trees, revving it's engine as dirt and plants spewed into the air before landing back on the ground. Leaving a pretty nasty trail, I mentally cringed at how much dirt and mud will be stuck to the shiny Corvette. Whether it was possessed or not, I still took the time out of my day to pamper it!

The Corvette drove maniacally through the woods, barely missing large trees and flattening and bushes or plants in it's way. Luckily, we haven't collided with any animals yet. Finally, once we came to a clear opening meant for picnics and and large camping cabins, the "car" skidded to a stop, and the seatbelt pulled away and as the door opened, I felt myself slide right out, landing not-so gracefully on the ground.

I groaned, slowly trying to stand up, my mind still swirling in chaos and my heart racing in my chest. I wouldn't be surprised if this...thing could hear it. Once I had balanced myself on my shaky legs, and my breathing went back to somewhat normal, I eyed the car warily.

"Now," I panted, "Will you tell me what the hell is going on? What are you?"

The car made a grumbling noise, "I, am your worst nightmare."

I swallowed hard as I felt the color drain from my face. I didn't really find that statement all hard to believe. But then the car made that same metallic huh-huh-huh sound as if it was laughing again, the headlights of the Corvette flashing twice. I stood there rigidly, wondering how far I could get if I bolted right then and there.

"I'm just joking," The car chuckled, but suddenly it stopped mid-chuckle and the engine growled furiously again, "Frag! Slaggin' Cons found me again, they're approaching fast."

"Cons?" I repeated, "What are Cons?"

"No time! I need you to hide behind this trees over there, and don't come out till I say okay, got it?"

"But-"

"Not until I say okay." The car said firmly, the engine revving.

I sighed, with nothing else to think of, I followed the Corvette's orders and ran to the tall trees that lined the clearing. Just as I had hid behind a thick trunk a few yards off from the clearing, the same two black automobiles came rolling up, circling the silver Corvette. I swallowed hard, it a little painful now that my throat was dry. Mental note: If I survived this, I am never getting a car. I'll take my chances with the biking to school. Oh, and I need some water. One of the black cars spoke, but it wasn't exactly English. It sounded more like deep, metallic hisses and whirrs. The silver Corvette growled back in hisses, whirrs, and even threw in some clicks. Even though they were all cars, they seemed tense, speaking at each other with great animosity.

And suddenly, the unthinkable happened. The two cars, dark as night, stood up. Literally. I'm not joking. The car's freaking stood up! Loud hisses of hydraulics and metallic groans, with gears shifting in place. I stood there, rigid and frozen, my eyes wide as I gaped at the two, giant-like over 20 feet tall, giant- mechanical, titans stood in front of me. They're eyes a crimson red as they glowered down on the poor Corvette. Putting the absolute shock aside, how was that even fair? Compared to the ridiculously enormous robots, the silver Corvette wouldn't stand a chance.

And then, I ate my own words. Because just as fast as the other two transformed, the silver Corvette did too. The same loud noises of gears and hydraulics as it came to be a metal giant. The Corvette was tall, but not as tall as his opponents. His body slender, but muscular still, his eyes were different color too. Pale blue eyes narrowed at the other giant robots as twin blades popped up at of seemingly nowhere, attached to his wrists, already in a battle stance. Is it just me, or does anyone else suddenly get the feeling that I'm about to watch a major robot beat down? Two other giant weapons were in the hands of the other two. And with a loud roar, the robots clashed. I let out a small scream, but the sound was drowned out by the loud battle of the robots as they began to duke it out.

The Corvette let out a growl as he, I'm assuming it's a he, sliced right through the chest of the first robot, a deep blue liquid oozing down the other's chest. The other robot attacked from behind, his whole right arm completely a huge...gun? Cannon maybe? Well, whatever it was, was aimed directly at the silver Corvette as it battled the first one. I could see the glowing blue-white of the blast it was about to produce. I can't let him die, he may be a deranged, crazy-driving, kidnapping, Corvette disguised as a freaking huge robot, but- I couldn't even finish off my reasoning to myself, as my hands curved around my mouth to make my voice louder.

"Behind you!" I shouted frantically.

He must've heard me, because for a split second, his bright blue eyes locked on me, before he skillfullly dodged out of the way, round-house kicking the other robot. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who heard my shout as the robot he was once battling turned to my general direction, red eyes scanning over the area. I squeaked, hiding once behind the tree again. A loud crash shook the ground, and I gripped around the tree harder to keep from falling. I winced, already feeling the small pieces of wood stabbing my skin. Splinters, just great. There was another loud crash, more violent then the last one and I closed my eyes shut as my body shook along with the ground. Branches, twigs, and leaves from the tree I was latching on to falling from above me. This really is my worst nightmare.

Before I knew it, the tree I was hanging on for dear life was brutally ripped from the ground, and I let out another scream that burned my throat as I was lifted several feet off the ground. A giant, metal hand, gripping the tree tightly at the middle. Good thing I was holding on towards the end. But then the robot swung the tree so that the bottom was at the top, and nausea filled my head as I stared up at the robot. Now that I was so close to his face, I could see the little plating of metal that made up his face, and the snarl that formed from his lips. But my vision traveled up to his eyes, I felt my blood run cold. His piercing, red eyes made me feel like I was staring death right in the face. And in the current situation I was in...I probably was.

The robot pried me from the tree, my hands squished against my sides, I was trapped in his metal-clawed like hand. He threw the tree somewhere far off to the left, and I felt my heart leap in my throat as another explosion went off.

"H-Hello sir," I whimpered weakly, "I-I'm Charlie. Nice to meet you, b-but uh...can you not kill me?"

The robot let out a feral growl which made me want to jump out of my own skin. He squeezed tight, and I let out a pained groaned as the sharp tips of his claws pressed into my arms. That, and the fact that he was squeezing the life out of me. He squeezed to the point that I couldn't breathe, and my lungs burned, my eyes watering, as I desperately gasped for breath. The robot only snarling in whirrs and clicks, a perverse look in his burning red eyes. Oh man...this is it. I'm going to die. I clamped my watery eyes shut, my body shivering as I waited for the light to come. Please, at least let this be quick.

"Urgh! Didn't I tell you to hide?" Growled an annoyed, yet familiar voice, and my eyes snapped back open.

It was the silver Corvette. He crashed into my captor, slamming all of his body weight on him. I cringed. That's got to hurt. He at least weighed 20 Mack trucks. But why would I care? The damn thing tried to kill me! I was completely released from his grip, and I went flying in the air, not even having the power to scream from the lack of oxygen. So, I had my mouth wide open, my eyes wide too, flailing my arms around as I stared directly at the ground. I was falling fast.

And just when I thought I'd be over and done for, is when I collided with a metal, but warm palm. I made an "oof" sound as I landed on my stomach, the impact knocking whatever breath I had left in me right out. I wheezed, hacking a cough that would only be compared to me with lung cancer before looking up at the owner of the warm palm. Thankfully, it was the crazy, restless, silver Corvette that I landed in.

"Prepare yourself." He said quickly.

"Prepare myself for wh-"

Once again, I was cut off by the Corvette who began to transform. From anyone else's perspective, it may have been cool. But since I was up close, and sitting in his palm, as I watched everything move and shift around me, the experience was quite incommodious. I ended up somehow in the driver's seat again of the Corvette before it revved his engine and took off, speeding out of the forest and away from the smoking, tattered, robots.


I didn't realize I had dozed off until I felt something shake me suddenly. My eyes snapped opened and I let out a small shriek.

"Calm down! It's just me." The radio crackled.

I looked around, making sure there were no red-eyed robots in sight. In fact, we were back at Dave's junkyard. I then turned back to the dashboard, rolling my eyes. "Like that makes me feel any better."

"Uh...sorry, you had to witness that. I looked it up on the web, says you humans can be traumatized by it for months, years even."

"Yes, and I think I am." I said, shifting in the seat. Unfortunately, as I did pain shot up through my sides and I growled out a curse as I turned my attention to my shirt. Large ripped holes on each side of my shirt from the claws, along with punctures covered in dry blood.

The car made some type of sputtering sound before saying, "You're wounded."

I snorted. "Thanks, captian obvious."

"You're welcome, lieutenant sarcasm." He retorted.

I was a bit taken aback, by the response, but shook my head and continued anyway. "Look, this whole crazy-robot adventure thing was nice and all, but I'd like to go home now."

"I thought you wanted to know what I am?" He asked.

"I do know what you are. A crazy, kidnapping, giant robot disguised as a silver Corvette Twin Turbo."

The whole car seemed to shake as he did one of those weird, metallic, robot laughs again. "Please femme, you don't even know half of it."

"Really?" I asked raising an eyebrow, "Then fill in the blanks."

He sighed. "Well, for starters, I'm not just a robot. I'm an alien from the planet Cybertron. We like to call ourselves autonomous robotic organisms. Autobots for short."

"Autobots?" I questioned.

"Yep. Well, that's what I am. Autobots are the good guys, and you know those aliens that I fought?" I nodded. "Yep, those are Decepticons. Our enemy faction. You see, they only want to slaughter, destroy, and cause mass chaos. Oh, and also world domination. Currently, they're trying to take over your planet."

I swallowed hard, ignoring the painful throb in my throat. "Well, that's unfortunate."

"Yep. Us Autobots who believe in freedom and the life of every sentient being and all that slag, fight the Cons. We've been fighting them for at least a millennia. Got this whole faction hating thing going on. Also, because of the war between Autobots and Decepticons, Cybertron was destroyed." The car sighed sadly.

I felt a little pang of sadness for the sudden melancholy in his voice. His home, his whole planet was destroyed. That pretty much sucks.

"So...you're saying there's a lot of you guys here? Hiding as cars?" I suddenly became anxious again, looking at all the cars lined up against the wall of the junkyard.

"Well...not exactly. You see, back on Cybertron, long ago...I had a twin brother." The sadness and the longing was back in his voice. "We...we are split spark twins. A spark is like a human version of a soul. It contains our life force and our memories. And we were literally a spark that was divided in half. We had a psychic bond, it's called a twin bond, which we can mentally talk to each other and send our feelings, emotions, and thoughts. I...I lost him a while ago, back on a mission we were on. After that day, I couldn't even feel him in twin bond anymore. It was like a void, in my spark and it ached for eons. You see, spark-split twins can't be very far from each other, since their sparks depend on each other. I, honestly don't even know how I've last this long without him."

I could only suck in a breath, the pain from my sides forgotten as I leaned forward ever so carefully, and rubbed the dashboard. Hopefully, this was a sign of comforting and he won't get uncomfortable or anything. I didn't have a twin myself, but I still loved Colton. Even if we teased each other endlessly and drove mom crazy with it. I could never imagine being separated from him, or the rest of my family for such a long time. And to think he was physically hurting from it? No. I would never be able to deal with that type of pain.

"Then, I felt him again." I turned back to the dashboard.

"What?"

"I felt him again, it was faint, but it was there. I tracked the signal all the way to Earth. That's kinda how I got here. Only, I didn't anticipate Earth's atmosphere, so I crashed landed somewhere in Montana. I'm still badly injured from the landing, along with the Decepticon attack. I fell into stasis lock from the lack of recharge, and the next time I online...you were sitting on top of me."

Immediate heat ran to my face and spread to my cheeks. Oh, how he worded that ending sentence badly. Dirty thoughts began to creep into my mind and I used all my mental willpower to push it away, and focus. I shook my head.

"Why are you shaking your head? And why is your body temperature increasing?"

I shook my head again. "I have a question...what is your name? Or do you guys even have names?"

"My designation is Sideswipe." he answered smugly, his engine purring.

"And your twins?" I asked.

"Sunstreaker; The vainest fragger in the world." He said.

I snorted. An odd silence fell between us, and my eyes wandered to the windows. It was dark outside, the sky already scattered with bright stars. Which lead me to another question.

"Sideswipe, what time is it?"

He paused for a moment, "10:30. Why?"

10:30?! My eyes widened.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"I need to get home! My mom is going to freakin kill me! We need to leave, right now!" I exclaimed.

Sideswipe let out a groan before starting the engine, the seatbelt snaking around me, before we pulled out of the junkyard.


As soon as he stopped the engine, I flew out of the door, and walked quickly up the steps. Oh no. She is going to kill me! I am so late! I fumbled in my pocket for the key before unlocking the door and stepping inside. The living room was dark and quiet. I sneaked over to where the shoes were, slowly and quietly taking them off. As soon as I had gotten my dirty combat boots off, I turned around and all the lights went on. It blinded me for a moment, before my eyes quickly re-adjust to the lighting, and I saw my fuming mother standing there with her skinny arms crossed and a deadly glare on her face.

"Charlotte Marie Garrison! Do you have any idea how much trouble you are in?!" She exclaimed.


Well, that's all for now. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. Oh, and please leave a review!