Here's the next chapter! sorry about the late update. i had finals and stuff.
Warnings: cussing, violence, ect...
Disclaimer: i don't own Transformers.
Kayri's P.O.V…
I sat up and groaned. I raced to get dressed and shot out the door. I skidded on the path and fell, taking a chunk out of my knee.
"OW!" I yelped, hopping up. I shot off into the garage. I sat on the floor, looking at my knee.
"Son of a bitch, that's gonna scar."
"You…alright?" the car asked.
"Just took a chunk out of my knee…again," I replied.
"Again?"
"I have a gift for hurting myself. Over the course of my life since I could walk, I have broken my wrist, my leg, my arm twice, seven ribs, sprained my wrists and ankles more times than I can count, got who know how many cuts that require stitches, and tons of scraped knees and elbows. I also split my scalp, twice."
"How did you do all that to yourself?!"
"Let's see, the broken wrist and two of my ribs happened when I was five. I fell out of a tree. I broke my leg when I fell down the stairs along with my arm. I remember that I had sprained my wrist while roughhousing with Tasha. And the cuts just happened because I'm a klutz! The split scalp happened when I was seven, I fell off the swing and the second time was when."
"….Shit…"
"Thank you."
I promptly burst into a fit of giggles. The poor car seemed confused as to how I was alive after all of that.
"That stuff happened over the course of five years. Don't worry," I assured him. He opened his passenger door. I crawled in.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He just peeled out, his engine roaring. I giggled, knowing Sam was freaking out. The car made a chirping noise that sounded like laughter. I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment. Then I opened them. Now we were chasing Sam. I burst into peals of laughter.
"You are so freaking mean!" I gasped out. He chirped again. I fell back in the seat, laughing so hard I was pretty sure I broke another rib.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"You made me laugh. I haven't laughed like that for a while," I assured, wiping a tear from my eye. He chirped, laughing with me. We suddenly came to a ware house district part of town.
"What's up?" I asked softly, sensing another heat signature. Shit, somehow this one seemed evil.
"Quiet…Enemy…close," the radio played. I nodded, sinking down in the seat. I felt a cold weight slam into my heart. Sam was in danger, I could feel it. My friend suddenly tore off like a bat out of hell. My head cracked against the seat.
"Fuck!" I yelped, rubbing the back of my head.
"Dammit, should have braced myself," I grumbled. I could tell my friend was concerned about me.
"I'm fine," I said. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. We screeched through a ware house. I saw Sam take Mikaela off her scooter. We screeched to a stop infront of them. The door opened.
"Get in!" I yelled, crawling into the back.
"Kayri!?" Sam yelled in shock.
"Get in now!" I yelled, seeing the other robot coming towards us. Shit! I thought. Sam dragged Mikaela into the car.
"Go!" I yelled. We screeched off. I braced myself this time. Mikaela screamed,
"We're gonna die!"
"No, no we're not! Trust me he's a kick ass driver!" Sam yelled. "Oh God we're gonna die!"
"Shut up!" I yelled. God they were annoying. We crashed through a window in a ware house. I heard the police car's tires screeching as we turned a sharp corner. I saw the police car chase after us.
"Faster?" I asked.
"Faster" the radio played. I grinned, tucking myself into the seat. We sped up. I laughed. Sam screamed. I kept laughing as Mikaela screamed as well.
We parked, the car shutting down and doors locking.
"We're locked in. the car won't start," Sam whispered, panicking. I rolled my eyes. Of course, we were hiding. The other one passed us. He started his motor and then we tore out of there. I giggled as Sam yelped. I grinned as our speed increased.
The car screeched to a stop, throwing Sama and Mikaela out and letting me crawl out. I hauled the two away, flinching as my shoulder protested. I watched in awe as he transformed. I saw a smaller, silver robot jump from the black one.
"RUN!" I yelled. The little robot chased us. Crap! What do I do? I thought, glaring over my shoulder. The thing tackled me. I kicked it off, scrambling to my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mikaela run to a tool shed. I glared at the thing and yelped as it managed to cut the back of my hand when I blocked it. That was definitely gonna scar. Mikaela came back out with a saw. She hacked at it, cutting legs, arms and head off.
'Not so tough without a head are you!?" Sam snarled, kicking the head. He looked at me. I was cradling my cut hand. I rolled my eyes, tearing the bottom of my shirt and wrapping it around the small cut. I looked up on the hill; my friend was walking towards us. I darted over to him.
"What is it?" Mikaela asked.
"It's a robot. But you know... like a different, super advanced robot. It's probably Japanese. Yeah, definitely Japanese," Sam muttered back. I rolled my eyes. They walked towards us. I smiled at them then my new friend.
"What are you doing?" Mikaela demanded.
"I don't think it wants to hurt us or it would have done that already. Plus Kayri trusts it."
"Really, we do either of you speak robot because they just had like a giant droid death match!"
"I think it wants something from me," Sam said. I looked at my friend, he nodded a tiny bit.
"What?"
"The other one was talking about my eBay page."
"You are the strangest boy I have ever met!" At that I snorted, wait till she got to know me.
"Can you talk!?" Sam asked.
"XM Satellite Radio…Digital Cable brings you…Colombia Broadcasting System," my friend played, motioning with his hands. I snorted.
"So you talk through the radio?" Sam asked. Duh, idiot, I rolled my eyes.
"Thank you, your beautiful, your wonderful you're wonderful," the bot played, clapping and pointing at Sam. I snickered.
"So what was that last night? What was that?" Sam asked.
"Message from Starfleet Captain…throughout the inanimate vastness of space, angles will rain down like visitors from heaven Hallelujah!"
"Visitors from heaven… what… what are you like and alien or something" Mikaela asked. I looked at him. He nodded, pointing to her and transforming. I crawled in and heard Sam and Mikaela talking. I got in the back. Then the other two got in. I buckled my seat belt as Mikaela sat on the middle console. I sighed, leaning my head against the window.
We were driving in a tunnel. The car was silent.
"This car's a pretty good driver," Mikaela mumbled.
"I know," Sam whispered.
"Why don't you sit in that seat?" I asked.
"I'm not sitting in that seat, he's driving," she replied.
"Yeah, your right. Well maybe you should sit in my lap,' Sam said. I snorted, smooth Sammy. Smooth.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Well I have the only seat belt here. You know safety first," Sam whispered.
"Yeah, alright."
She scooted into his lap. He wrapped his arm around her, getting the seat belt in place. I snorted, closing my eyes. Sam was frozen.
"You know that seat belt thing was a pretty smooth move."
"Thank you."
"You know what I don't understand? Why if he's supposed to be this super advanced robot does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?"
I flinched as he screeched to a stop, throwing Sam and Mikaela out. The he closed his door and drove off, me still in the backseat.
"You okay?" I whispered, stroking his seat.
"New form," he played. I nodded, as my friend got on two wheels and I saw a sweet Camaro the same colors, but new. He seemed to scan it before changing. I smirked, this was awesome.
"You my friend look kick ass," I told him. He chirped, it sounded like laughter. I smiled as we pulled up to Sam and Mikaela. Sam opened the door. Mikaela got in. then Sam. I leaned back and said,
"Freaking awesome."
We bumped into some gates, opening them and driving to a hill. Mikaela and Sam got out. I crawled out and leaned on my friend. I watched as four meteors came flying into our atmosphere. The boom made Sam flinch, hiding slightly behind Mikaela. I rolled my eyes.
"Friends of yours?" I asked.
"Yes."
I watched as the meteors streaked above us, they looked like fireballs now. One landed near us. I darted towards the site. I could smell the fire of where it was and followed it. The heat left me a good trail to follow.
"Is she like a dog?" I heard Mikaela asked.
"No! I just know how to follow things!" I chirped. We came to a crater. I perched on the edge, by a burning tree. The heat was a comfort I haven't had for a long time… I shook my head, can't get distracted. Sam and Mikaela caught up to me. So did my friend. His bumper gently hit the back of my legs. I smiled at him. The pod in the crater then shattered, forming another giant robot. It took a look at us before running. I tilted my head to the side.
We drove into an alley. Sam and Mikaela got out. I followed, looking around. My instincts were kicking into high gear and I felt the adrenaline rushing though my veins. Great, I was gonna have a migraine soon. I heard the sound of engines driving up. I tensed for a millisecond. Then relaxed, closing my eyes. I needed to calm down. There was a black GMC pickup, a silver solstice, a yellow search and rescue hummer, and a blue and red semi. A freaking Peterbilt semi, sweet! I watched as they all transformed, my friend included. The semi knelt down to our level, staring at us. I blinked. He looked like someone who was kind.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, decesendent of Archibald Witwicky?" he asked.
"They know your name," Mikaela whispered softly.
"Yeah," Sam said.
"My name is Optimus Prime," the bot said. "We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron."
"But you can call us Autobots for short," the hummer said. He sounded grumpy.
"Autobots," Sam and I whispered.
"What's cracking little bitches?" the silver solstice said. Oh he sounded cool.
"My first lieutenant; designation Jazz," Optimus introduced.
"This looks like a cool place to kick it," Jazz said, spinning and jumping on a car in a sitting position.
"How'd he learn to talk like that?" I asked.
"We've learned Earth's languages though the world wide web," Optimus explained. I nodded, made sense.
"My Weapons Specialist, Ironhide."
I heard a whirling noise and spun around. The pickup had his cannons out and pointed at us. I think my adrenaline just skyrocketed. Well shit. My hands began to burn.
"You feeling lucky, punk?" he said.
"Easy Ironhide,' Optimus said.
"Just kidding. I just wanted to show them my cannons," Iron hide said. I calmed down a bit, the burning receding.
"Our medical officer, Ratchet," Optimus said. The hummer sniffed the air.
"Hm the boy's pheromone levels suggest he wants to mate with the brown haired female," he said. He looked at me. I blinked back at him.
"Your adrenaline levels are high," he stated. I blinked, no wonder I was jittery. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down, relaxing my muscles. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I opened my eyes.
"You already know your guardian Bumblebee," Optimus stated. I looked at the yellow bot who I had befriended. He was dancing around a bit.
"Bumblebee right," Sam asked.
"Check on the rep yep second to none," Bumblebee played.
"So you're my guardian huh?" Sam asked. Bumblebee nodded, chirping. I giggled.
"His vocal processers were damaged in battle; I'm still working on them," Ratchet said, aiming a laser at Bumblebee's throat. Bumblebee coughed, and glared at the medic.
"Why are you here?" Mikaela asked.
"We are here looking for the All-Spark, and we must find it before Megatron," he replied, his tone was grave.
"Mega-what?" Sam asked.
Optimus sighed, reaching up and touching him temple. Beams of light shot from his eyes. The ground crumbled. I blinked, holy crap. It looked like another world.
"Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just; until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, and the All-spark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth where Captain Witwicky found him," Optimus explained.
"Whoa. My grandfather," Sam whispered.
"It was an accident that intertwined our fates," Optimus continued. "Megatron crash landed before he could retrieve the Cube. He accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses."
"How'd you know about his glasses?" Sam asked.
"eBay," Optimus replied. I smacked my forehead. Crap.
"eBay," Sam muttered. Again, my fore head met my palm. Sam, I am going to kill you.
"If the Decepticons find the All-spark, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army," Ratchet told us. Crap. I looked at Optimus.
"And the human race will be extinguished. Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival," he said. Well crap Sam if those glasses have been sold already I'm gonna beat you.
"Please tell me that you have those glasses," Mikaela whispered.
"Yeah," Sam said. I nodded.
When we got to our house, Sam ran up to the door. I went to the side where my window was.
"I need you to stay here alright?" Sam told Mikaela. "You gotta stay here and you have to watch them," he said.
"Okay, okay," she muttered, irritated. I snorted; testing the rope I had hanging out my window. I tugged it a few times. It'd hold.
"All of them. Do you here what I'm saying?" Sam said.
"Okay, go," Mikaela ground out.
"Five minutes alright?"
I rolled my eyes, shoving him to the door. I looked at Optimus while Sam talked to dad. He stared back at me. I rolled my eyes as my brother started to freak out some. Mikaela and I glanced at each other. I rolled my eyes and she snorted.
Optimus and the other Autobots started walking in our yard. I jogged up to him.
"Wait! You can't just walk around here. Five giant robots walking around? Major recipe for panic," I said.
"What are you doing what are you doing?" Sam demanded.
"No watch the path, watch the path! Please, please, please!" Optimus was trying not to squish my brother and instead stepped on the fountain.
"Whoops, sorry my bad," he apologized. I almost cracked up. It was funny that the leader of a different sentient race was apologizing for stepping on a stupid fountain.
"Oh, I you couldn't you couldn't wait for five minutes!? I told y9ou to just stay! Just stay!" Sam snapped. He ran towards Mikaela and me.
"I told you to watch them. I told you," he stated. I rolled my eyes.
"Okay you know what; they seem to be in a little bit of a rush!" Mikaela countered. I snorted, I liked her.
"Oh this is bad! No!" Sam started running towards Ironhide….who Mojo was barking at, I snorted.
"Mojo! Mojo off the robot! God!" Sam yelled as our stupid Chihuahua peed on Ironhide's foot.
"Ugh! Wet!" he growled.
"No, no, no, no, no, easy, easy; hold on hold! This is mojo. This is mojo he's a pet of mine. He's a pet!" Sam yelped. I rolled my eyes as Ironhide growled again.
"Okay? That's all. If you could just put the guns away put th…. Put them away. Please," Sam continued, looking like he was about to pee himself. I snorted again.
"You have a rodent infestation," Ironhide said.
"A what?"
"Shall I terminate?" he finished. I bout died laughing. I couldn't help it. I saw Bumblebee look at me. I smiled at him.
"No, no, no, no. he's not a rodent he's a Chihuahua. This is my….this is my Chihuahua. We love Chihuahuas! Don't' we?" Sam yelped. I sighed, nodding. Personally I hated that damn dog. But oh well…
"He's leaked lubricants all over my foot!" Ironhide snapped. I giggled again.
"He peed on you? Bad Mojo. Bad Mojo!" Sam said, shaking the dog. I cracked up again.
"Bad Mojo!" Ironhide repeated. I was thankful that Bumblebee was behind me, I had to lean on his leg I was laughing so hard.
"I'm sorry he's got a male dominance thing," Sam babbled. I snorted, more like a Napoleon complex.
"That's all it is."
"Ugh my foot's gonna rust," Ironhide grumbled, glaring at Mojo.
"All right," Sam said running back to the house. "Shh! Shh! Shh! Shut up and go hide!"
"Just hurry," Optimus grumbled. I snorted, tearing my long sleeved shirt off and walking to Ironhide.
"Want me to wipe that up for you?" I asked.
Third person P.O.V…
Optimus' optics widened slightly when the red haired human female took her long sleeved top cover off. She had another on underneath it. This one exposed her back and shoulders, two thin straps tying around her neck. She moved to Ironhide and wiped the lubricant off for him. The girl beamed at his weapons' master.
"Don't worry, I hate that dog too. I like big dogs that actually help out. Like a Husky," she said. Optimus idly looked up what a husky was and saw that it was a working dog used to pull sleds in colder regions. Kayri blinked at him as he walked over to the house. He offered the two females a hand. Kayri climbed on immediately, followed by the other, Mikaela. He lifted them up to the window.
Kayri' P.O.V…
I sighed as Sam freaked out again.
"Time is short," Optimus said.
"They really want those glasses," Mikaela told Sam.
"Okay," Sam grumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"Please hurry," Optimus said. I nodded at him.
"Okay," Sam began to throw things all over the place. "Yeah no, no it's definitely gone!"
"What?" I growled.
"My glasses were in the bag, they were in the backpack and now the backpack isn't here," Sam replied.
"Well they're going to be pissed. So…so what do you want to do?" Mikaela asked.
"So what I think you should do is you should…you should check this whole this whole section here. Just give it a clean sweep and I'll get the corner here," Sam was panicking. She knelt down pulling out a box. Sam nearly flipped. I rolled my eyes.
"Okay what now?" Sam groaned, looking out the window. I did too and snorted. The Autobots had transformed into their car forms.
"No, no, no, no, no. this isn't hiding. This isn't hiding. This is my backyard not a truck stop. Oh, God, oh!" Sam groaned. I rolled my eyes at him as he started looking faster.
"Sam, he's back," I said, seeing Optimus at the window. Sam groaned.
"I can't deal with this! I can't…deal with this! Oh no, no, no, no. this is my mother's flower…."
"Oops," Optimus said. I cracked up again.
"Okay listen, you gotta listen to me. If my parents come out here and see you they're gonna freak out. My mother's got a temper," Sam said. I rolled my eyes.
Optimus sighed, "We must have the glasses."
"I know you need the glasses. I've been looking everywhere. They're not here. They're definitely not here."
"Keep searching," Optimus ordered, rubbing his forehead. Poor guy, I know how frustrating Sam can be.
"Look I need you to be quiet for five minutes, ten minutes. Okay? please, I'm begging you. You got to…you're making a racket. I can't I can't concentrate. You want me to look and I'm hearing…" Sam stammered, stumbling over his words. I rolled my eyes.
"Calm down, calm down," Optimus ordered.
"You gotta do something here. You gotta do something here," Sam kept stammering. I smacked him.
"Autobots fall back," Optimus ordered, looking over his shoulder.
"Thank you," I said, smiling
"Move!" I heard Jazz say.
"Get away," Ironhide growled.
"What's the matter with you can't you be quiet? He wants us to be quiet!" Optimus snapped. I snorted. Then I heard a crash. Ratchet's siren let out a scream. I winced at the noise. I snickered.
"Earthquake! Move, move, move, move!" I heard Dad yelling. I rolled my eyes. That was where Sam got his freaking out gene.
"Judy! Judy get under the table move it! Duck and cover right now!" I snorted, rolling my eyes as Mikaela rolled her eyes as well. It was quiet for a moment.
"How'd you get over there so fast?" Mom asked. I couldn't help it; I cracked up, having to sit on the ground. Sam glared at me. The power went out. Crap. I hate the dark. I heard Mom and Dad walking up the stairs. I grabbed Mikaela and hid behind something. Then I sat on Sam's bed, rubbing my forehead.
"Sam?"
"Sammy?" crap, parents.
"what the hell is that?"
"I don't know.
"Sam?"
"That's weird," Mom said.
I heard someone knocking, probably dad.
"Ratchet point the light," I heard Optimus order. I sighed.
"What's with the light? You have to stop the light. What's going on? Turn it off. You gotta tell him to shut it off. Shut it off," Sam groaned. He did a lot of that lately.
"Sam are you in there? Kayri? How come the door's locked? You two know the rules; no locked doors in my house! Dad yelled. I winced at the noise.
"You know he'll start counting if you don't open the door," Mom said. I sighed.
"One more chance….five," Dad started.
"Oh dear."
"Four, it's coming off the hinges pal."
"He's counting! Sam just open the door."
"Three."
"Oh my."
"Two."
"He's counting."
"Stand back!"
Sam opened the door, looking at our parents. I blinked, waving cheerily at them. Mom smiled at me. Dad flashed me a grin.
"What's up? what's with the bat?" Sam asked.
"Who were you talking to?"
"I'm talking to you," he replied.
"Why are you so sweaty and filthy?" Mom asked.
"I'm a child you know, I'm a teenager."
"We heard voices and noises and we thought maybe you were…"
"Doesn't matter what we thought. What was that light?" dad walked towards the window. Crap.
"No, what light? What? There's no light dad, there's no light. You go two lights in your hands! That's what it is. No, maybe it bo9unbced…"
"There was a light under the door," dad interrupted
"Look you can't… you can't just bounce into my room like that. You gotta knock. You got to communicate…"
"We did. We knocked for five minutes-"
"I'm a teenager."
"We knocked!" Mom said.
"You didn't knock you were screaming at me, okay!" Sam said.
"no."
"This is repression, what you're doing here. You're ruining my youth okay." and I started to tune them out.
I closed my eyes and heard a knock. My eyes snapped open. Mom told Sam his backpack was in the kitchen. Mikaela and I ran with him and got the glasses. I put them in my hoodie pocket. There was another knock. Sam looked panicked. I kept my calm but inside I was screaming.
I walked into the living room. Men in suits were everywhere. I froze, my instincts starting to kick into high gear. Oh God, what were they doing here? Gran'[s warnings and training flashed in my head. I half hid behind Sam, acting like I was a shy girl. Gran would kill me if I let these guys know about us. I bit my lip as Dad and one argued. Sam looked at me and nodded. He knew what Gran had told me. He knew I was actually scared.
"What's this?" Sam asked. The agent looked at us.
"How are you doing son? Is your name Sam?" he asked.
"Yeah?" Sam replied, moving to hide me a little more. I pressed into his back, keeping my face down.
"You're way out of line," Dad snapped. he got in front of us.
"Sir I am asking politely, back off," the agent said coldly. I sighed, glaring at him over Sam's shoulder.
"You not taking my son or daughter," Dad stared.
"Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?"
"No but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here."
"Yeah. There's something fishy about you, your son, your little Taco bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here."
"What operation?"
"That is what we are going to find out."
Another agent stepped forward.
"I think, direct contact," he said. I flinched, crap. The other one nodded.
"Son?' he said.
"Yeah?'
"Step forward please."
"Just stand?"
The agent waved a wand thingy around. The box it was attached to started to beep. I flinched at the noise, memories of a heart monitor beeping rapidly before stopping surfacing. I closed my eyes, shirking into myself. Mikaela's hand covered my ears. I looked at her, 'how?' I mouthed. She smiled, 'you looked panicked when that thing beeped.' I smiled back.
"Fourteen rads. Bingo! Tag them and bag them!" the agent said.
"Sorry," one whispered, cuffing me. I started to heat the cuffs up slowly.
"Get me a sample of that vegetation ASAP!" the agent yelled as we were escorted to some cars. I saw Optimus staring at us from behind the house. I threw him a smiled.
"Sam! Don't say anything Sam! Not a word until we get a lawyer!" Dad called out.
I stared out the window as we drove.
"So, uh, Ladiesman217, that is your eBay user name right?" the agent, who I noticed was named Simmons asked. Sam stammered, nodding. I rolled my eyes. Then Simmons pulled up a cell video recording of Sam. I wanted to beat Sam. Cell video? Idiot!
"Yeah that sounds like Ladiesman," Mikaela confirmed, glaring at him.
"Last night at the station you said your car transformed. Enlighten me," Simmons said. He noticed when I narrowed my eyes at him. /'
"Well, here's what I said okay," Sam started. "Cause this is a total misunderstanding, that my car had been stolen..."
"Really?"
"From me, from my house, and…but its fine now because it's back! It came back."
"I drove it back when I went to look for it," I said quietly, telling a half truth.
"Cause cars can't come back by themselves," Mikaela said, helping me. I checked the cuffs on my hands discreetly. They were starting to get squishy. Piff, cheap metal melts easy and breaks easy too. "Mikaela, when you get out of your cuffs, don't touch mine," I whispered. 'How?' she mouthed while we fake laughed. 'I know about your record. I don't care,' I mouthed back.
"So what do you guys know about aliens?" Simmons demanded. I paled.
"What you mean like a Martian? Like E.T.?" Sam asked. I loved my brother, but he's not fooling any one with his cover up.
"It's an urban legend," Mikaela said calmly.
"Yep," I agreed.
"You see this? This is an I-can-do-what-ever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it badge," Simmons growled. I rolled my eyes.
"Right," Sam paled.
"I'm gonna lock you up, forever."
"Oh God. You know what? Don't listen to him; he's just pissy 'because he's got to get back to guarding the mall," Mikaela snapped. I giggled.
"You in the training bra do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up," Simmons hissed. I narrowed my eyes that was below the belt. Bastard.
"What parole?' Sam gasped.
"It's nothing!"
"Oh grand theft auto that ain't nothing?" Simmons sneered. I growled at him.
"You should shut it now," I growled, not letting Sam talk anymore. The agent glared at me. I smirked back.
"You, red head, you don't test me. I can shut down that orphan house you lived in," he said. I growled.
"Don't you dare touch the House!" I snapped, feeling my hands start to burn. I was pissed. Simmons smirked. I growled. Sam and Mikaela wouldn't look at each other. I glared at Simmons as the box thing beeped like crazy. I ignored it.
We slammed into a large metal foot. Hands crashed through the windows and glass sprayed everywhere. I ducked, grinning, I knew those hands. Everyone was screaming then the roof tore away from the rest of the car and we hit the ground. I tore my wrists through the now melted metal, wiping it off on the side of the car door.
"You a-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime," Sam grinned. I ran up to Optimus.
"Taking the children was a bad move," Optimus rumble. I grinned, waving at him. Optimus ordered the other Autobots to get the wep0ons away from the agents. Jazz did. That was cool.
Optimus brought his face close to the car.
"Hi there," Simmons said, shaking. I grinned, rolling my eyes at Ironhide. 'He's a wimp,' I mouthed to the bot. he snorted, nodding.
"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?" Optimus asked, he sounded a little confused.
"Look, there are S-Seven protocols okay? I am not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can't communicate with you," Simmons stammered. I snorted, making a face at his back. Ironhide and Bee both grinned at me. I grinned back.
"Get out of the car," Optimus growled.
"All right. Me? You want me to get-"
"Now!" Optimus barked.
"Alright, alight, get out hey. Alright, I'm, I'm getting out. You see? Very nifty how you put us down without really killing us," Simmons stammered. Mikaela unlocked Sam's handcuffs.
"You good with handcuffs too now huh?" he stated. I slapped him.
"Stop acting like a jerk," I hissed at him. "Mikaela has a record because she wouldn't turn her dad in. you have never had to sacrifice anything," I finished firmly, grabbing Mikaela's arm.
"Thanks," she whispered. I shrugged. Simmons was still stuttering.
"What is Sector Seven?" I asked. "Answer me!"
"I'm the one who asks the questions here, not you young lady!"
"How'd you know about the aliens?" Mikaela asked.
"Where did you take my parents?" Sam demanded.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss it," Simmons said. I frowned, grabbing his badge. He sputtered angrily. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah brave now all of a sudden with her big alien friends standing over there."
"Where is sector seven?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
I glared and Bumblebee walked up. a plug ejected from his… I blushed then laughed as he started peeing on Simmons after the plug hit him. Bee was dancing at he did too. I burst into laughter. I couldn't help it.
"Oi hey, hey!" Simmons yelled.
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man," Optimus ordered. He sounded a little amused though. Bee did.
"Get that thing to stop huh!?" Simmons snarled.
"Okay touch guy take it off," I snapped at Simmons. He glared.
"Why?"
"For threatening Mikaela's dad and the House," I snarled. He did. We cuffed the agents together and Simmons to a pole. I ran to Optimus. He offered his hand; I climbed on.
"Optimus incoming!" Ironhide yelled. Sam and Mikaela joined me on Optimus' shoulder.
Optimus pulled himself up under a bridge.
"Easy you three," he whispered. Sam and Mikaela clung to me. Choppers roared under us. Mikaela slipped. I yelled, grabbing her hand. Sam grabbed mine. Then we fell. I saw Optimus' foot coming to catch us. It missed. Bee was there, catching all of us and skidding on the ground. He let us go.
"No!" I screamed, seeing a cable shoot out of a chopper, wrapping around Bee's wrist. More shot out of others and Bee fell. I ran to him and tugged at one of the cables. My hands heated up, starting to melt the cable. I was dragged away.
"No! STOP HURTING HIM! He's not fighting back!" I screamed, my skin flaring up, burning the agent holding me. He let go. I shoved one of the guys blasting Bee with liquid nitrogen to the ground. Then I was tackled again. Bee groaned. Tears ran down my face.
"Happy to see me again?" Simmons sneered.
"Bastard," I growled.
"Put her in the car with her friends."
Okay, that's a wrap for this chapter.. next chapter coming soon. please reveiw!