Crossing the River
Chapter Three: Gunslinger
The solder looked at me as if I was insane.
"You crazy kid? You gonna get killed!" the man said. He was tall, black, and very buff and had the air of a commander.
"Right to bear arms," I said as I slung my weapon over my shoulder, "and these bastards are tearing up my city! Besides, I'm trained, and have been since I was seven," I said grinning.
"Where'd you learn how to handle a weapon like that?"
"Military Brat. Comes with the territory. Anyway, what's your name?"
"Call me Epps, what about you?"
I stopped, thought for a second and replied
"Call me Wisp,"
"'Roger th-INCOMING!" Epps shouted. Both of us hit the deck as a car went flying over our heads.
"So, who do I shoot?"
"Look kid, aim for the Giant robots with the red eyes, 'kay? they're called Decepticons,"
"'And the other giant robots?" I said.
"Blue eyes are Autobots; they're on our side,"
"Alright," I said, getting up.
"What are you doing?!"
"Going to kill giant assholes,"
"You're going to get yourself killed!"
"So be it," I said, leaving Epps blinking in shock as I walked to an apartment across the street and started to climb the stairs.
When I got to the roof I started shooting like my dad taught me. Namely, aiming for weak spots on the enemy- eyes, joints chinks in armor, etc. - providing cover for the main focus in battle… which apparently was a teenaged boy holding a box- and minimizing casualties among the troops- which I did by saving a small, silver, and very obviously dangerous robot from being ripped in half by a giant silver Decepticon with a bunch of bullets aimed at the Decepticons eyes and hands.
Running across the rooftop, I used the fire escape as just that, getting down from the roof and away from the building before another Decepticon blew it up. I melted into the shadows on the sidelines like my father taught me with the practiced ease that was ingrained by my harsh life. I started to shoot from the shadows, aiding as best I could…. Until a Decepticon picked me up and shoved a huge cannon in my face.
I am so fucking dead.
"Got you, you annoying little bug. any last words?"
"Yeah, go to the pits you fragger, "said someone from behind the Decepticon.
Next thing I know I'm in the hands of the silver Autobot I saved earlier and the Decepticon who was holding me .5 seconds ago is dead on the ground. I looked up at my rescuer.
"Thank you," I said.
"Your welcome, I'm Jazz," he said.
"Whisper,"
"Nice to meet you,"
"You too,"
"You alright?"
"For now,"
"Alright"
"Partners for the remainder of the battle?"
"Alright, hop in," Jazz said, and then… he…he transformed into a car.
"H-how did you do that?"
"Instinct. You gettin' in?"
I paused. Could I really trust a giant alien robot? My heart said yes, my brain said no. Dad said to follow my heart and my instincts, Mom told me to use my mind and my intellect.
In less than a second, I made my decision.
"Yep!"
I got in the car, simple as that.