CHAPTER SEVEN
Passion's Killing Floor
"You know what I don't understand," Said Mikeala, as she sat on Sam's lap, because the car was driving and she wasn't gonna sit in the driver's seat! "If he's supposed to be some super advanced alien robot, why does he turn back into this piece of crap Camaro?"
The car swerved and slammed on the brakes, and Sam and Mikeala were forced to get out.
"See, now that doesn't work," Sam complained, as the yellow Camaro drove away. "He's sensetive! Four thousand dollars just drove off, my sister's gonna kill me!" I wonder where Sammy is, anyway...oh God, I hope that other robot didn't find her...
Sam felt cold all over just thinking about that, and Mikeala frowned but for a different reason.
Suddenly, Sam's car came back...but it was different.
Sam and Mikeala did a double take, staring at the yellow and black 2010 Chevvy Camaro Coupe.
And SHINY!!
"Whoa!" Sam cried, as he and Mikeala hurried over and got in. "Scratch what I said before, Samantha's going to love this!"
"Everyone you see, everyone you know is gonna shiiiiine..." The robot agreed through his radio.
"My sister loves shiny things," Sam told Mikeala.
"Uh-huh." Mikeala didn't seem impressed.
"You know, it's weird, but that other robot knew both our online names," Sam went on. "I hope Samantha's somewhere safe, like at home..."
Little did he know...
*
Four "meteors" entered the earth's atmosphere, and crashed into places around Tranquillity.
Four alien robots stood up, and did systems checks, before scanning nearby vehicles - because, naturally, they were just like the previous two robots, although more like the yellow one!
One scanned a black pick-up truck, another scanned a (new) Pontiac Solstice which was silver. The third scanned a Hummer ambulance, and the fourth scanned a red and blue flame-print semi.
All of them arrived to where the Camaro had taken Sam and Mikeala.
They all transformed into giant robots, and the red and blue one leaned down to look at Sam in the eye.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky and Samantha Jane Witwicky, descendants of Archibald Witwicky?" He asked in a deep, totally awesome voice.
Sam nodded but Mikeala had to shake her head.
"I am Optimus Prime," The robot had focused all his attention on Sam now, because Sam was one of the ones they had been searching for. "The leader of the Autobots."
"Oh." Sam just blinked. This was getting weirder and weirder!
*
Meanwhile, Samantha was riding her bike along the road. She was listening to Passion's Killing Floor, by HIM on her I-Pod, and not really looking where she was going or whom might be following her. As she was crossing over to the other side of the street she heard a car engine from behind her, and half turned just in time to see that she got hit by a police car.
Wha-
She went flying through the air, and hit a wall with a sickening thud, just as the car transformed into a giant black and white robot with red eyes.
"Oh my God..." Samantha whispered, as the robot grabbed her by the arm and slammed her into another nearby wall.
She couldn't even scream - she just cried out again and again as the pain kept on coming, and the blood kept on flowing.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. "Are you Wicked_As_In_Evil?"
He knows my online name. Samantha thought, raising her bleeding head weakly and staring right into the evil robot's glowing red eyes. She had to admit, he had a particuarly evil look about him - but, to Samantha, that just looked cool.
Plus, unlike her car, the police car was SHINY. That meant something to Samantha.
"Also known as Samantha Jane Witwicky?" The robot added in a deep, mechanical voice. "Twin sister of Samuel James Witwicky?"
Samantha thought: And my normal name too. I hope Sam's okay...
Samantha nodded weakly. "Y-yeah?"
The robot regarded her with glowing red eyes for a moment, before saying something that surprised her completely. "My name is Barricade."
At the first kiss
the seeds of hatred are sewn
Back into darkness we flee
(To tear our hearts out)
We are saved where all faiths fail
Alive inside of our tomb
My heart's a graveyard, baby
And to evil we make love
On our passion's killing floor
In my arms, you won't sleep safely
And of lust we are reborn
On our passion's killing floor