Author's notes

Hey! Long time hey. Ok here's a new chapie and just a review of what has happened so far. Starscream attempted to kidnap three kids (unnamed as of yet) for unknown reasons (which will be revealed much later in the story) after terminating their guardians, but failed and the kids got away, leaving him injured and cursing primus for mocking him.

The Autobots find out information on sector seven: that the Allspark had given some of its powers to certain people who were studying it (but they couldn't use them of course!) which passed onto their children's children (20 of them). Two of them could create life. Search and retrieval parties were set up amounst nest and the Autobots and a plan was made.

Jessie and Jacky were retrieved from their wealthy home in Japan.

Charlie was retrieved from his home on the streets in Mozambique.

Anyhow back to the story

CHAPTER 5

MARIA BONES AND THE DECEPTICON

Maria Bones sighed as her long black and purple streaked hair fell in her face. She quickly whipped it away and sprinted into the bathrooms faster than it took to blink, before she purged her stomach's contents into the toilet. Hearing her gran moving about downstairs, presumly in the lounge, she hurriedly cleaned her mouth, and charged down the carpeted and ancient stairs only to come to a stand still at the bottom, not quiet believing what she saw.

There sat her gran tangled in blue woollen string from head to toe in the family recliner chair, her little, aged eyes peaking out at the wall behind her. Maria sighed again, this time deeper, and rolled her eyes in amusement as she jogged over to the old woman. Maria's gran had soft, short grey hair and the same light grey eyes that she herself had. Her skin was wrinkled and pale, showing her years as she lifted a bony, thin hand that had veins showing like the thick tunnels of a mole in the ground and tried to pull some of the strings off.

"I was just trying to neaten it dreary," her gran said, "but the string would never end"

"It's alright gran," Maria laughed softly, used to her grans actions as she pulled off the string and added it to the pieces in the box at her feet where more tangled rope lay, "But try not to get into trouble. I have to get ready for work." Maria then rose to her feet and waved her way through the books, furniture and boxes that were scattered across the room towards the kitchen to make the breakfast.

Breakfast was eaten in silence and Maria washed the dishes before she bounded up the stairs two at a time and got into the shower, washing and dressing in record time before heading downstairs towards the ground floor, where the shop was located. Maria's parents had owned it before she did, when they had been alive, and had passes it over to her gran as she was then merely still an infant, but now the shop was hers and she was more then happy with taking the job. Maria wondered around the large room, flicking on lights as she went, breathing in the smell of wool and fresh plastic that always hung in the air. She unlocked the front door and headed towards the pay desk where yesterday's phone bills laid, and she waited for her first customers to arrive.

Hours past and people came and left happily. It was at mid afternoon when Maria decided it was time to pack up and close the shop. She sent off her last few customers with satisfaction and locked the front door again and was busy turning off the lights when she heard the glass in the main window shatter in the apartment upstairs. She waited, holding her breath and counting the seconds, as she listened for the tell tale sounds of the old floorboards creaking as the intruder stepped on them. But there were none and Maria thought it was her imagination running of the walls again and she was going to put it off as that. Until she heard her gran scream. Maria resumed moving and breathing and in the blink of an eye was behind the pay desk counter, scratching at the numbers on the safe where her deceased dad's gun laid hidden in and pulled out a familiar 90mm revolver hand gun, adrelion pumping through her veins. Silence then rained though the building as the second scream suddenly died from upstairs.

"GRAN!" Maria whispered loading the gun quickly, trying to make as little noise as possible, before she stared a brisk but causous pace up the stairs. Flicking off the saftly on the gun, she raised it in front of herself and entered the lounge, careful to watch her back. She walked on toward the centre of the room, eyes glued to the large window at the end of the wall. Glass, broken and shattered, laid on the floor and the massive security bars that had once stood proudly melted into the walls alonst the sides were smashed and curved inwards. Something had entered the apartment from the outside, Maria realised, something or some one. She took a few more steps forward, but stopped entirely when one of her shoes stepped into something slippery with a disgusting splat. She lifted her foot and watched in disgust as a thick, dark, red liquid dripped in streaky lengths from the bottom of her sneakers. She hurriedly wiped her shoe onto a nearby carpet to get the liquid off and began to follow the trail back to its source. The trail lead to the kitchen, and Maria felt her own scream build as she looked at the figure that lay prone on the floor lifelessly. Tears burned her eyes, blurring her vision, as she stared at the shrieken type of metal sticking out of her gran's chest, her eyes devoid of emotion as they stared back at her. Maria's arms started to shake, nearly making her drop her beloved father's gun, as she felt an unheeded hate towards the person responsible. Spotting something in the corpse's hand, she forced herself to go forward and knelt in the blood next to her dear gran, letting her clothes soak up the liquid sadly. She pried the object from cold fingers and hugged it strait to her chest, running a finger over the alien glyphs carved into the sides of the miniature cube. A noise in her bedroom brought her out of her reverie and she tightened her hold on the gun. Maria rose again to her feet, adrelilion pumping through her veins once more as sweat began to form on her forehead. She kept walking and stopped at the doorway to the room. The door was half open and she carefully pushed it to its maximum. It creaked as it opened and Maria caught glimpses of moving metal in the side slit of the door. She heard something drop as she raised the gun and jumped into the room, a mask of anger crossing her face as she saw the Decepticon, Rumble, holding onto one of her most prised possessions. She gave out a cry, not caring who heard her, as she let lose a collage of bullets, but missed with most of them. Rumble let lose a few annoyed clicks and whirls in Cybertronion as he dogged the bullets and dropped the box. Ten shots later, the gun clicked and Maria's eyes widened, but before she could move, the Decepticon sprang on her. She screamed as the air was knocked out of her and a sharp knife was placed to her throat. Its two legs stood crushingly onto her wrists, pinning them onto the floor, as it pulled out a sharp scented rage. Maria's eyes widened again and she tried to scream, but the rag quickly covered her nose and mouth, making it impossible for her to breath. She fought as best as she could to try to throw the little punk off, but found herself becoming light-headed. Her eyes shut closed and she lost consciousness, but not before she heard a gun fire above her and saw the face of a soldier, and his blazing blue eyes.