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FYI- this is where I start to detour from the movie…but kudos if you recognize some lines!
oh and I also realize I said I'd update on Tuesdays ..but i was excited about this chapter! and I doubt any one will complain!
Mafia Formers
Chapter Five
Mikaela arrived shortly with a buzz saw and with a vicious grin she hacked the creatures head off. "Not so tough without a head are ya?" She cried kicking the decapitated head, sending it flying into the distance.
Adrenalin pumping through his system Sam leaned down on his knee's sucking in deep breaths, trying to calm his spinning mind, it felt as if his head was going to fly off his head and then he'd start to convulse. He'd never been so terrified in his entire life. The shots up ahead had ceased and on shaky legs Sam stumbled forward slightly, Mikaela reached out and pulled his arm over her shoulder. He smiled gratefully at her. The climbed up the embankment and stopped.
The boy in the yellow had just finished pumbling the cop with his fist, the evidence on his bloody knuckles. What shocked the two wasn't the bloody law officer but the large robotic thing a few meters away twitching slightly as it sparked. The silver mech and the cop both had similar glowing red eyes that Sam couldn't pass off as a coincidence. His beat up old Camaro sat just feet away from the dented mech, the front of the hood dented in several places and one of the back tail lights gone. The boy looked up at their approach and smiled briefly before jogging to the car and driving it over to them. Opening the door once more of the two teens.
Sam looked at the boy's handsome features and then the open door. It just felt right. Struggling from Mikaela arms Sam wobbled towards the car. A hand reached out and held his elbow. "What are you doing?"
"I don't think he wants to hurt us, hell he just beat up a cop for us."
"They just had a death match with their fists." Mikaela spat and then pointed to the mech who lay near the unconscious cop. "And that's not human."
"I think he wants something from me?" Sam said glancing back at the boy; he did a double take when he noticed the boy was no longer wearing sunglasses. His eyes where the light blue of the sky, causing his heart to lurch oddly.
"What could he possibly want from you?"
"Well the other one was talking about my eBay page." Sam replied as he walked forward.
"You are the strangest boy I have ever met." Mikaela cried in frustration as she followed after Sam, unwilling to be left behind.
They approached the car. Neither getting in, just staring at the boy who meet their gazes. "Can you talk?" Sam asked after a moment.
The boy glanced at the car's radio as it turned on. "Xm Satellite Radio…. Digital cable brings you…Broadcasting system…"
Mikaela let out a breathless laugh and stepped closer. "So you…you talk through the radio?"
"Thank you, you're beautiful, you're wonderful you're wonderful." The radio replied as the boy smiled cheekily.
Sam took a step closer, resting his arm on the top of the car and leaning down to gaze at the boy. "So, what was that last night?"
"Throughout the inanimate vastness of space….a message from Starfleet captain…"
"Are you and alien or something?" Mikaela asked unsure if this was all just a huge prank.
The boy looked straight ahead a smug smile on his lips. "Any more questions you want to ask? Let's ride?"
Mikaela looked at Sam, before they both glanced back at the giant mech and cop laying on the ground then then back at the boy. The two nodded and climbed into the car, both of them sitting in the back seat. The boy chuckled, and hit the gas, speeding into the night. The boy drove away from the destroyed factory and down the highway at a speed Sam was sure to get them pulled over and arrested but he didn't see any sirens. Which also indicated that cop and giant mech thing weren't coming after them either. Mikaela looked out the window blankly, her forehead against the cool window pane. Sam touched his face and wasn't surprised to find blood from where the crazy thing had scratched him.
This had to be one of the craziest days of Sam's life, no scratch that. The most bizarre two days in his entire existence. And he was positive he'd had enough excitement to last him a life time. But that nagging voice in the back of his head, gently whispered that getting into the car ended his old life. He glanced out the window into the darkness rushing by and couldn't help a sigh that escaped his lips; the boy looked up and met Sam's eyes thought his rear-view mirror. Sam felt a jolt go down his spine and he quickly looked away. He had to remind himself that the boy that was driving the car wasn't human, it was a doll. A doll that he'd thrown away in a junk yard. That helped calm his mind, but only just.
He must have dozed off because the boy was slowly pulling into a dark alley way where four other vehicles waited in a semi-circle. A silver Pontiac solstice to the far left next to a Black 72' GMC, then a blue big rig with red flames followed by a bright yellow ambulance. Four men stood in front of the cars and Sam had to suppress a giggle as he got a good look at them. They looked as if they'd stepped out of a 1920's movie, with their pinstripe suits, waist coats and fedoras. Not that they didn't all look great, just slightly out of place. The boy motioned for them to exit the car and followed the two teens, gently nudging them to move closer. Sam noticed the same robotic face symbol on all of their collar shirts that was also on the car steering wheel.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?" The tallest man asked his fedora low on his head. His dark blue suit contrasting against his flaming red under shirt and white tie.
Mikaela gripped Sam's elbow, her nails digging through his jacket, gasping with surprise. "They know you're name!"
"Yea." Sam replied with more strength in his voice than he truly felt. He wanted to high-tail it out of the dark alley way but something in his gut held him grounded.
"My name is Optimus Prime. We are a group of autonomous bi-functional organisms from the planet of Cybertron. But you can call us Autobots."
"What's crackin' little bitches?" The burly black man by the Pontiac Solstice, called out with a happy grin.
Optimus sighed, averting his eyes, "My first lieutenant; Jazz."
Jazz grinned at Mikaela and Sam before jumping on the hood of a nearby car to recline. It might have looked relaxed if his muscles didn't constantly twitch at every sound and he stopped wearily glancing around. "This looks like a cool place to kick it, Man you've been holding out on us." Jazz said to the boy in the yellow shirt.
The boy shrugged as if it wasn't his decision to make. Optimus motioned to his left at the burly man beside him. His hair was pulled back into a short-pony-tail. At his side rested, what appeared to be two laser cannons. "My weapon specialist Ironhide."
Swiftly Ironhide pulled his cannons so they were parallel to Sam and Mikaela's face, each took a step back. He grinned happily as if he'd enjoy blowing holes in them and Sam had a distinct feeling Ironhide actually would enjoy that.
"You feeling lucky punk?"
"Easy Ironhide."
The man lowered his cannons dejectedly. "Just kidding! I just wanted to show them my cannons."
"They're…nice?" Sam hesitantly replied, Ironhide glanced back up at him and smiled.
"He liked my cannons!" The man announced happily to no-on in particular.
"Don't encourage him." The man to Optimus' left muttered, his dark hair ruffled in odd directions as if he ran his hand through it a lot.
"My medical officer, Ratchet."
Ratchet regarded the teens thoughtfully before turning back to his black device. "The boy's stress indicators mirror that of the females."
Sam turned to openly stare at Mikaela, before crossing his arms over his chest. He felt strangely violated by the older man's nonchalant prognosis of his feelings. This was a bizarre meeting to say the least. The boy in yellow startled to shift his weight as Optimus tugged at his white tie, his displeasure illustrating his need to get out of the monkey suit.
"You already know your guardian, Bumblebee."
Sam swirled to look at the boy in yellow his eyes flickering to the Camaro with its black stripes. He chuckled as the boy messed with his datapad before playfully punching the air, a small segment from the radio echoing in the night air.
"Check on the rep
Yep second to none"
Optimus sighed, something Sam figured the man did a lot of, and his group seemed troublesome enough. "He's shy about speaking in front of others."
"What are you doing here?" Sam finally asked.
Optimus looked up and down the dank alley way, his eyes languidly sweeping the corners. His back remained straight, giving him a powerful aura. Sam guessed that was his natural stance. "It's public property anyone may converse here."
"No, no I mean here as in, why are you in this alleyway talking to us?"
"We are looking for the cube!" Optimus said seriously.
Ahhhhhhhhhahahahahah! Yes! Next up…..an explanation!
Keishinaruka- that was a really fun review to read! Thanks for the long review, to date it's the longest I've gotten…as for the title all shall be somewhat more explained in ch 7..hope you read to that point
Talltree-san- I love the name byt made me chuckle and I hope you read ch 5!
Sub0chick- (x's 3!) for some reason your user name makes me think of subway which is great cause I love that place...haha sorry random! It is alive and kicking!
Faith Robin- "what just happened?" Oh I wish I could have seen your face! You make me laugh!
Kitsune-shojo87- I'll try not to injure myself but…. But I make no promises I can get so excited I trip myself!
Thank you thank you thank you thank you!
Pumbling- apparently isn't a word *strange*