Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Transformers, I Wish I Did. But There Are No Stars Falling, Only Rain. I Do However Own This Story And Any Character Other That The Transformers.
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Now Without Further Adue, I Give You, Chapter 2!
Chapter 2: More Than Meets The Eye
I found myself outside in the dirt, it was raining. It was always raining. I stood up and looked around, all there was, was darkness. I looked to my left, nothing. I looked to my right, nothing. Where was everything I wondered. I found myself being grabbed from behind, a hand covering my mouth, the strangers breath blowing into my ear. I tried to scream but I heard nothing. I tried wiggling free, but that did not help but get myself punched in the face.
I heard something coming towards us. I heard an engine roar, the sound of large tires hauling something heavy, making the earth rumble beneath me. I watched as a Semi truck rolled up in front of me, its headlights brighter than the sun. I witnessed the Semi truck start to change, sounds of clicking, clanking and whirring breeching my ears. I watched with horror and fascination as the truck transformed into what to me looked like a giant robot.
The robot leaned down and stared at the stranger behind me with glowing yellow eyes that glared at the person. I felt the hand slip from my mouth, and the stranger backed away, I then heard running and I knew the stranger was gone. I was shaking slightly from shock. I looked up at the robot and miraculously was not afraid. The robot put out a hand and gently grabbed me, lifting me up to his eyes.
I gazed into the glowing yellow and felt a sense of security rush over me. The robot seemed to smile and I heard music. The song I had sung at the playground.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have.
All of me...
My eyes snapped open and instantly was greeted by stinging in my eyes. I rubbed them and sat up in the passenger seat. I wondered what I was doing here, then recollected on last night.
"Shit, my grandparents are going to flip..." then I remembered that they really could care less "or not" I finished.
I sighed and laid my head against the window. It was still raining, but the sky was now a royal blue with gray clouds sluggishly moving across it. I looked around, then remembered that the radio had turned on last night, but oddly was turned off now. I frowned slightly and stood, trying not to hit my head and looked at the radio, tapping it with my index finger.
To my surprise it switched on and a man from a radio station screamed.
"GOOD MORNING PORTLAND!" said the radio man.
I was flung backwards by the sudden sound and tripped. I fell onto the fold out bed from the back of the sleeper and laid there rubbing my ears.
"Ow! Stupid radio dude" I said, now rubbing my temples that threatened to give me a headache.
I sat up and walked over to the radio shutting it off quickly. I sighed and dropped myself into the drivers seat of the truck. I laid back against it and the seat flew backwards making me lay flat on my back.
"Oi, my spine..." I squeaked feeling my back pop.
The seat then flew back up, nearly making me hit my head on the steering wheel if it was not for the air bag inflating and stopping my movement. I let my face sink into the air bag and sighed. I sat back up and looked at the air bag, it deflated and crawled back into the steering wheel. I raised an eyebrow at that. 'did air bags do that?' I asked myself.
"No wonder this truck is in a Junkyard, it's in definite need of repairs. Screwy thing" I said poking the weird symbol on the steering wheel.
I heard someone say 'ow'. I froze. I slowly moved my eyes around the truck to see who said that. I found no one.
"Hello? Who said that?" I asked cautiously.
There was no answer, out of instinct I grabbed the wheel and clenched it from fear, my nails slowly digging into the leather.
I heard a hissing sound, like that of someone fighting pain. I looked at the steering wheel then let go of it. The hissing stopped. I raised an eyebrow and gripped it again, this time a little harder.
"Ah!" I heard someone yell in agony.
I screamed. I opened the drivers door, jumped out and started running. I was about to round the corner of the shed when I heard a low male voice that had a hint of metallic sound call out to me.
"Wait" it said.
I stopped and looked back at the Semi truck, breathing hard from the sudden start that it gave me when it screamed in pain. I heard its engine roar to life and as soon as it did, it started rolling towards me. I backed up slowly, unfortunately for me I tripped over a rock and fell on my ass. I kicked my self up against the chain linked fence and clung to it. The Semi got closer. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for it to run me over.
It stopped right in front of me, its air brakes hissing to a halt. I opened my eyes and looked at it, fear ravaging my body. I heard it start talking, the low male voice that sounded like someone talking in a techno song.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you" it said softly.
I looked at the truck in disbelief, thinking to myself, 'yeah sure a 5 or so ton Semi truck isn't going to hurt me'. I think the Semi truck could read either my facial expression or my mind because he backed away. I watched the truck as it reversed a little then took a left, turning the corner of the shed which looked a little difficult for it, seeing the big trailer it was hauling.
"Come with me" the truck told me.
I raised my eyebrow but shrugged. I finally got my body to move and stood. I brushed off my still ripped clothing and walked after the Semi.
The giant truck lead my into the shed, the metal door rolled upwards until the Semi could easily roll inside, but before it did, it unhooked the trailer and left it outside. I walked in after it watching the metal door close behind me and looked around, it was quite bare except for a few tool boxes here and there. I turned to look at the Semi's back bumper and watched as it moved underneath the the cab, my mouth fell open at the scene of a vehicle unfolding before me. The clicking, clanking, and whirring that I had heard in my dream tickling my ears.
What once was the Semi truck, turned and showed its gigantic metal body. I went wide eyed and noticed it was the robot from my dream.
"You..." I started pointing a finger at him "You're that robot from my dream" I said with shock and amazement.
The robot tilted his head questioningly "I don't know what dream that would be or what it was about but I am not a robot" he said.
"Then what are you?" I asked.
"I am a Autonomous Robotic Organism. Autobot for short" he said, kneeling down on one mechanical knee in front of me.
"Autobot?" I asked raising an eyebrow "well, what's your name? Who are you?" I asked intently.
The 'Autobot' as he was so called, chuckled, metal wheezing as he did so.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Optimus Prime, I am the Leader of the Autobots" he said formally.
I frowned a little in thought "So, there's more of you?" I asked pointing at him.
He nodded "But I'm not sure how many there are still out there besides the ones that I already know of" he said sighing.
I felt a bit of sympathy for him "What happened?" I asked curiously.
He took a deep breath and began to tell his story of how the Allspark fell to earth and his enemy known as Megatron, leader of the Decepticons went after it. Years later the Autobots came here in search of the Allspark. But while doing so, they caused a mass panic in America. They got the Allspark, but it was sacrificed to kill Megatron. The Decepticons were then put in the deepest part of the ocean so they would crumple up and be no more. But they kept getting weird signals and believed them to still be alive.
I nodded as I listened to his fascinating tale. It was like he was drawing me into the story, as if I was there. He would make a good story teller. He finally finished his tale and looked at me to see my reaction of the story, seeing my interest of it in my face he nodded.
"What about your home world?" I asked.
"Without the Allspark we can not restore life to our planet, that is why we have decided that earth will be our new home" he told me, a tinge of sadness in his mechanical voice.
I looked at him with pity and walked up to his lowered face and put my hand up to touch what looked like a metal mask that covered his cheeks, nose and mouth. I was so much smaller compared to him, my hand looked like an ant on his face, but that did not scare me, for I knew he meant well. He looked down at me with big sad yellow eyes. I gave him a small smile and patted his mask.
"If it's any consolation Optimus Prime, I know how you feel" I said, not knowing that a tear was falling from my eyes and trailing down my cheek.
He looked at the tear that fell and lifted a metal index finger to gently, carefully wipe it from my cheek. I looked up at him with sad eyes. I was thinking of last night. How I had heard the music when I was in the playground, how the door on his passenger side flew open on its own, and how the radio turned on and off.
"Your the one who was playing the song I sang last night, weren't you?" I asked.
He nodded.
"And you turned the radio on and off?"
He nodded again.
"And your the one who opened the passenger door and knocked out the guy trying to rape me?"
He nodded slowly.
I could not restrain myself as I felt my body jump up and hug his metal mask which was surprisingly warm against the bare skin that protruded from my ripped clothes. The Autobot known as Optimus Prime froze for a minute from the sudden action, but soon gave into my hug and seemed to nuzzle against my body slightly with his face mask, his engine purring as he did so. The rain outside was a symphony to my ears as I closed my eyes and rested against the warm metal.
Optimus watched me with his yellow eyes. He took a hand and put it under me, lifting me up so I could stay against his mouth mask as he leaned backwards and sat against the back wall of the shed. He sighed.
"Thank you" I started looking up into his yellow eyes smiling "Mr. Semi" I said with a little giggle.
Optimus laughed, making the metal beneath me vibrate.
"Please call me Optimus..." he stopped "hey wait a second you never told me your name" he said pointing a metal finger at me.
"Uh...My name?" I asked. I thought for a moment, it had been along time since I had heard my real name, usually people would just call me by a nickname like blacky and gothic chick. My grandparents called me pumpkin. I shivered at the nickname.
"Yes...Your name" Optimus insisted.
"Well, I don't remember my real name. People just call me by nicknames. So just call me whatever" I told him shrugging.
I stood up and hopped down onto his chest plate and sat down criss-crossing my legs over the other. I heard humming behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Optimus thinking, two metal fingers curled around his chin in thought. I laughed silently to myself, 'he must be thinking about what to call me' I thought. I turned back around and faced the warehouse door, I sighed straightening out my legs and proceeded to lay on my back against the chest plate.
He raised a finger just as I laid down "I got it" he said softly.
I looked up at him "What?" I asked.
"I'll call you...wait that's a boys name" he said and went back to thinking.
I laughed, sat up and patted his chest plate.
"Darla?" he asked.
I nearly fell over, I quickly caught myself and looked up at him with disgust.
"Heaven forbid that Pumpkin should sound better than Darla" I told him.
"I take that as a no then?" he wondered.
"yeah, very" I said.
"How about Sonia?" he asked.
"No" I said flatly.
"Gena?"
"No"
"Jenny?"
"No"
"Barbie?"
"Hell No!"
I started laughing, I hated girly names, and I could tell that Optimus could not think of anything else.
"Well sorry to burst your bubble, big guy, but I don't like girly names" I told him.
"Oh" was his reply.
"What do you name your kind by, or like how do you give them names and such?" I asked.
"We usually give them names by their attitude or skill" Optimus told me.
I thought for a moment thinking. The only real skills I had was writing, knowing history, and music. Though I have learned a thing or two from my Grandpa on vehicles and how to fix them when Grandpa needed help on the car or something.
"Well, I don't have much of skills except writing, history, and music. But I have been known to have tinkered and fixed a few vehicles in my life time" I told him.
"Why not call you tinker or tink?" Optimus asked.
I laughed "That makes me sound like a toy and a faerie. Though I do like the sound of it, no thanks" I said not trying to upset him.
"You are one picky human" Optimus chuckled.
I stuck my tongue out at him "For all I care you can call me pumpkin or blacky the gothic chick" I said folding my arms.
Optimus tilted his head confused "Gothic chick?" he asked.
I turned around and saw his confused look "Yeah, it's what people label you when you wear all black and act all sad and emotional most of the time, plus I'm a girl and the jock term for girl is chick" I told him.
He tilted his head to the other side and looked at my clothes, just now noticing they were all black and that they were torn and ripped. He mentally kicked himself for not knowing sooner.
"Besides, I don't care what people think about me as long as I'm comfortable with myself then all is well, plus black is very stylish and these kinds of clothes give me both a safe sense of security and freedom" I said smiling up at him then looked back down at my clothes "If they weren't ripped"
"Are you hurt?" he asked looking at the parts that were ripped trying to see if I had any wounds.
"No I'm fine don't worry" I said and started to feel a blush rise upon my cheeks, feeling a little uncomfortable that the Autobot was looking at me.
"Are you sure? Your starting to look feverish" he said picking me up into his hands and bringing me up to his eye level.
"I'm OK Optimus, I'm just..." I started, blushing a little more as he kept looking me over "I'm just embarrassed that's all" I finished.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because your staring at me" I replied.
"Oh, sorry" he said and looked away.
I laughed and patted his hand "It's OK" I then wondered what time it was "Hey Optimus" I called.
"Yes?"
"What time is it?"
"It is" he started, stopping all his motions, I saw his eyes turn black and got scared, but then they turned back on after a few seconds "7:32 AM" he told me.
I sighed in relief "My Grandparents won't be up for another hour and a half" I said and looked up at Optimus "you think you can take me home?" I asked nicely.
Optimus seemed to smile and nodded. I smiled back and found myself being pushed against his chest. I heard the same sound from before, when Optimus transformed into the giant metal being I had been talking to and soon found myself in the passenger seat of the cab. I smiled, I loved his vehicle form. I heard the sheds door open and Optimus began to back up until he was out of the shed and linked with his trailer. He took a left turn and started driving out of the old Junkyard.