I looked up at the stars as I watched them silently. I would have to get home soon. I wasn't sure if my parents were home. They probably wouldn't care. Sure they cared for my welfare, but only because I was their daughter, nothing else. Then again it was very late, and the later it is, the more dangerous. I sighed, when all of the sudden I noticed a shooting star in the sky, infact there were several. My eyes widened in shock, I hadn't heard of any meteor showers lately. Wouldn't that be on the news?
I started to stand up in shock as one of the stars did not disappear, infact it seemed to be getting bigger. I gasped slightly under my breath, as I realized that the star was not only getting bigger but it was heading towards me!
I ducked down and crouched as far as I could into a ball. I didn't know what to do, we never learned about 'how to protect yourself from gigantic flaming meteors of death flying straight at you in astrology at school', in fact I was told that as they entered the Earth's atmosphere, meteors eroded into nothing or at least small pebbles!
I shut my eyes tight as I could feel the heat fly over me, and land behind me, just barely missing my small crouched body. As soon as I thought that it had landed, I slowly started to get up. I brushed my jeans and my skillet t-shirt off and slowly turned around. I gasped at what I saw. Gawking at the thing before me, I cautiously started to walk towards the robotic looking machine.
I approached it, and marveled at it. I've never seen anything like it. It was a gigantic yellow robot; it looked like it was so advanced. It came from space… maybe it was an alien? Or maybe it was from Japan? I reached out to touch it, not really thinking.
All of the sudden it's, what looked like eyes, turned on, glowing the brightest blue I have ever seen in my life. It moved and I screamed a little out of shock. I wasn't exactly expecting it to do that.
It snapped it head, and then it started to speak some unknown language that I did not know. It sounded like it was having trouble speaking to me; I think its communicator is broken.
"I-I'm sorry what? I'm sorry but I don't understand what you're saying. I speak English" I said, stumbling with the words out of fear. For all I knew this thing was sent to kill everything in its sight, but it seemed friendly for some odd reason. It was like it radiated a sense of comfort, like everything was okay. It was probably just my wild imagination though.
The robot made a gesture, by putting his finger and holding his chin, while looking up. It was almost as if it was like he was thinking. Then he started doing something weird. All of the sudden he made a type of gesture that looked like it seem that he wanted me to stay here. Obviously I didn't know what to do and I still wasn't sure if this thing would kill me, I though it best to do as it said.
The robot stood up, the ground shaking slightly as he did, and then he walked off heading towards the road. I waited there for an about five minutes when all of the sudden I heard the familiar roar of my own camaro's engine. It's not like my parents would not let me go with out some sort of transportation, so my senior year they gave me an old yellow 1976 Camaro with black racing strips. My dad always had a thing for older cars. He sort of collects them. As a lawyer both he and mother make a lot of money. I've had it ever since he gave it to me, which would be about two and a half months now.
I screamed a little as my old car, driving it self, skidded to a stop in front of me, its side facing me and the driver's door open. I took a step back in fear. All of the sudden the radio turned on by it self, turning to different stations. It sounded like it was forming sentences.
"Please do not be afraid…from out of this world…we come in peace" said the radio as it switched.
My eyes widened as I realized that this was in fact the robot that had run off only moments ago.
"Y-you…you're that robot aren't you? Wait… how come you can't talk normally? You look like you have really advanced technology; don't you have some sort of translator?" I asked, or sort of pondered out loud. This was so much to take in at one time. I'm surprised at how calm I am, I mean some giant alien robot right there in front of me, could easily smash me like a bug, and I am wondering why he can't talk normally? I guess it just hasn't hit me yet…so weird.
"There was a malfunction in the communications system…He's in need of medical attention! SOME ONE HELP!" a man screamed through the radio, probably from a commercial that was advertising some TV show.
" Oh…" that was all I could say. So his communication/translator device is broken…greeeaaattt this should be fun.
"Is that my car? Did you like take it over or something?" I asked, I had so many questions and this robot, it seemed to be friendly. I mean what do I have to loose? I didn't have very many friends, and hey weren't all to close. Half of them were just nice to me because of my parent's money. My parents…well they just didn't care to take time to know me and love me like a real family. I'm sure they would be sad if I died, but then after a while I would be forgotten and they would carry on with their lives, like nothing happened.
"I'm incognito…It would cause much trouble if the world found out about this!... come with me I'll explain all about it later!" The voice of the radio continued, "You're in danger now that you know of our existence."
I swallowed hard, fear lurking in the bottom of my gut. It was telling me I needed to be careful; I didn't know what this thing was capable of! What if it was leading me into a trap and then was going to experiment on me?
My instinct was telling me to run for it, that it wasn't safe.
My heart though was telling me it was okay. I decided to go with it.
I cautiously gathered my belongings, which consisted of my midnight-black messenger-like bag, mechanical pencils, and my sketchbook. I always took it with me, where ever I go, even to restaurants and I set it next to my bed when I sleep. When I run out of pages, I get a new one and add the old one to my library of sketches and drawing books.
I set them in the seat next to me and got into my car-look-a-like. As I did 'he', I presume it is a guy robot since he uses guy voices on the radio, started to drive off back in the direction that I came. I sat back in my seat and tried to relax, while staring at the steering wheel, as the wheel was driving itself without my interference.
I decided to make some type of conversation; it seemed that he sort of liked to talk to me. He wasn't so bad.
"So do you have a name? What about my car? What happened to it? Is it still in the place I parked it? How did you turn into my car?" I asked, questions flying out of my mouth, faster than I could think.
"Woooaahhh woooaaahh! Hold your horses buddy!...The names…Bumble Bees ar-..."
the radio paused for a second.
"So, your names Bumble Bee? That's cool…" my voice trailed off.
"Yeeaahhh about your car Miss…its all good man, It's all good…I scanned it for-… We have to blend in, or else there would be chaos all over…We have to stop the mob from destroying…Earth, the only known planet in existence that we have been able to find. The only one known so far to be able to sustain life. . . We, humans, are not alone out there. There IS life somewhere out there in space. Just waiting to be discovered." he finally finished, I laughed a little at his choice of words to use from the radio.
It was quiet for a moment.
"So what do you mean the mob? Like the actual mob-mob or like some other bad guy from your planet? Oh, and who it 'we'? Are there more of you?" I asked, I was more than intrigued; sometimes my curiosity clouds my senses and judgment. It's just my natural instinct I guess. Maybe that's why I am not so scared?
"They use deception…con-men are the worst…want to take over the universe!!! AhahahahhAAAA!!!..." He said. It took me a second. He was trying to tell me it…
Deceptmen?
"Deceptmen?" I asked
"COLDER!" He answered back.
"Uhhhh okay….Decepter?" I asked again. I hate guessing games.
"You're getting warmer!!!...not quite there yet my friend." He answered back.
Then it dawned on me, "Decepticons? That sounds more machine-like right?"
The sound of a buzzer came through the radio. "Congratulations! You've won!!! How do you feel?" the voice of the host from the TV show the Price Is Right came on. I laughed a little at that.
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Huh. Funny, for an alien robot he seemed to like to interact with me…wait a second…where is he taking me?
"Bee...where are we going? What about my car?" I asked worriedly.
"You ask a lot of questions you know that?… we're going to visit to others... only known human to know about…our existence, it is a sacred secret." He said, I laughed a little at the first part.
"So there are others? I mean ones that are good?" I thought out loud/said to him.
"YES!... You should get some rest, big journey a head of us…" he told me, as the glove box popped open. I had always kept a blanket in there, wonder how he got it. I shrugged, figuring I'd asked too much already.
"Thank you Bee…" I yawned, and the reached for the small black, furry blanket that was neatly folded in the compartment. I unbuckled my seat belt and climbed into the back seat of the car. I carefully leaned down and rested my head on my purse as a make-shift pillow. I slowly closed my eyes trying to get some rest, but I found it hard. I was still in shock. I guess I've sort of been half on auto pilot. Was this my answer? Perhaps… but no one ever knows, until they died of course but then again maybe you just die and that's it.
Bee turned the radio onto a classical station; some sort of soft music was playing currently, like it was a lullaby. It soothed my nerves a little.
I turned on my side, facing the back of the front seat, and closed my eyes. After a while sleep finally over took me and I was swept up into the dream world.