Thanks for the reviews guys. Much appriciated. Also I'd like to say that this story has many aspects that are not true to the G1, including Spike's role. The first couple chapters of the story will be in Spike's point of view, but will change later on. If it was all in Spike POV we'd hardly see any TF ass whooping!

Now! On with the story!

Transformers The Movie 2006

Chapter One

A face and two glowing yellow eyes peered down at me. If my bladder had been full I'd have pissed all over myself at that moment, for sure. I had just come face to face with my very first Cybertronian, my first Transformer...

Duke and the few other members of the gang that had tagged along with him ran off down the alley crying to one another of what it was they just say or telling the others to get their asses moving. They left me there in my shocked sitting position looking at the Behemoth of a creature in front of me. Its body was that of the yellow Lamborghini that had been parked there not 10 seconds before. I tripped over my own feet trying to get out of the car...robot...whatever...and had fallen in a jumbled mess on the ground. I sat there on the muddy alley floor, motionless, speechless staring into the yellow eyes of an alien creature that would change my world in ways I would never had guessed.

" 'Streaker!" Another voice cried out from somewhere near the other Lamborghini. "We're not supposed to reveal ourselves! Our orders were to-"

"I know! I'm not stupid." The yellow robot scowled. "Besides, these humans are so ignorant they'd never believe him!"

The yellow robot laughed out loud.

His voice made the ground shake slightly. My chest felt tight and I thought maybe I was having a heart attack from shock or something. My breathing was fast and my arms felt numb and cold. Not a good feeling. The giant robot ceased his laugh and shifted his slanted yellow eyes toward me. When he did my whole body jumped. The robot bent down close and stared me right in the face. My face felt cold and the cold numbness in my arms was creeping up to my chest and the rest of my body.

"BOO!" His voice bellowed in my ears like a fog horn. I don't remember how but the next thing I knew was that I was running as fast as I could down the street. I was trying to run faster than my legs could physically move and ended up falling on my face. I simply got up and kept running, seemingly at the time, for my life.

It was only when I realized I wasn't being followed that I realized my nose was bleeding profusely and went into a nearby convenient store to wash up in the bathroom. My hands were shaking so badly from what I had just experienced I could barely get a good enough grip on the sink knobs to turn on the water. I tried splashing warm water over my face over and over to get the feeling back into my cheeks but the futile attempts to answer logically what I had just experienced were...futile!

What was I to do now? Could I go back to the gang? What would Duke say? He would probably just say I ran off on a job and ignore what really happened like he did when a job went sour. They were looking for me surely. I decided to bite the bullet and headed back to the garage were the gang's grease monkeys hung out.

The streets were still dark buy the time I had gathered up enough courage to head back and when I arrived the garage was lit up. I tapped the password, a combination of rhythmic taps, and said my name. A tall black man answered the door and as soon as he saw me he stepped back and let me in. The two other grease monkeys were all sitting around a card table with some chips and cards scattered about the place. The faint smell of oil, beer, and cigarette smoke was the odor I had grown accustomed too in the past months, but as soon as I got a whiff of that smell I felt sick.

"What happened to you? I thought Duke took you out to-" The young man, a Hispanic teen about 17 years old, asked as he passed a card to another guy across from him.

"He did!" I told them in defense. "But...something happened..."

All three men immediately fell pale.

"You mean you were seen?" One asked.

"Did the cops get any of you guys?" Said the other.

"Where's Duke?" Asked the older black man.

I shook my head to thwart their assumptions of the situation.

"The cops didn't see anything. There weren't any." I told them, "It was the car. The car...it...was alive!"

The room fell silent and I immediately regretted saying anything. The young Hispanic man stood and walked over to the miniature fridge and took a beer out and threw it to me.

"You've cracked kid." He told me as he took his chair back at the card table.

I didn't bother answering him. No reason to try and prove something I may have very well dreamed. But...it was so...vivid and...those cars. If I had finally snapped because of...well...everything, how did I get here? Did I really chicken out and just start running down the street like that?

I looked down at my lap at the beer between my pale calloused hands, looking into the reflective surface of the aluminum can trying to find some sort of answer.

I spent a few minutes just sitting there before I announced I was heading to bed. I went to the back room and flopped down onto the rusty famed cot that I'd been giving and buried my head into the blanket. The room was small and there was barley enough room for the two cots and the bunk beds. There were a couple old busted hampers for clothes near one end of the room, but little else. There was a single rectangular window at the very top of the adjacent wall letting in some of the moonlight. It had cast an eerie and depressing view on my new home. I stared at the ceiling, still continuing the thoughtless wandering of my racing mind. I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of the others coming in to go to bed, but other than that I slept pretty well for someone who'd just seen a car transform into a 15 foot robot right in front of him not an hour before.

When I awoke the next day the others were busy at work on a Dodge Viper that had been stolen the week before and were converting it into a street racing demon.

"Well, look who it is!" Said one of the mechanics who was working on the Viper's engine. "It's Mr. Roboto!"

Instead of answering with a response I went straight to the small fridge and pulled out a banana with a little more than a couple black spots.

"Shut it Jack." Said the older black man as he pulled himself out from under the car. "Spike, Duke sent a message. It's next the tools box."

The feeling of dread swept through me. Duke was going to make me break into another car. I just knew it. But I didn't want to. It was useless and I didn't have...what it took to steal non necessary items. Of course those cars the others stole and brought by were what put food in me and cash fresh in my pocket. The money had started to feel dry to me and useless. I could live honestly just on my talents! I didn't need these guys. I wanted to go get a job in a real honest place and start over, but the question was; would Duke let me?

I grabbed a bag from under my cot and left.

The slip of paper said to meet Duke on his favorite stoop on 4th and Magnolia at noon. It was 8:37 A.M when I started out for the stoop. It used to be Duke's house till his dad was arrested by the police and sentenced to jail for life for killing an old lady when he tried to rob her or something. There were a millions stories, but I preferred that one. It seemed more plausible than the rest. I sat on the stoop's steps when I got there and waited. By 9 A.M. I was starving and bought a doughnut from a vender passing buy. When noon rolled around I began to feel the anxiety more and more. I knew very well that Duke wouldn't let me go, not without a fight. But I also knew he required a fee of $400 for deserters, and then he had them "taken care of" once he had the green. I had the money and more from my last job that had won Duke over a $2,000. It was an old Chevy that we found abandoned. I'd been working on it since I had first joined and everyone thought I was stupid. I used stolen parts to give the old junkie a new life. Duke loved it when he saw it.

I saw them. Two bodyguards were with Duke as he crossed the street. He was dressed in a plain grey sweatpants and a grey hoodie, on his fingers were three gold rings and some bling around his neck. The two cronies were dressed in jeans and t-shirts that showed off their fitness.

"Spike, you're early, I like that." Duke said smiling his gold tooth smile, which I thought was totally ugly. "We need to discuss your make up exam."

I swallowed hard before answering, trying to buildup some nonexistent courage.

"There won't be a make up exam, Duke." I took a deep breath, "I want out."

Duke's semi-friendly smile turned to a scowl on record time. "I see."

He thought for a minute then looked at me. "Well then, let us walk then."

I got up from the stoop and walked side by side with Duke, who was much taller than me, down Magnolia in a casual stride.

"So, spill. Why do you want out?" Duke said plainly.

My chest rose and fell in sequence with my steps and that's was I focused on so is not to loose control over myself.

"You know..." I told him. "That...thing!"

Duke stopped. "You want out because of some hallucination!"

Duke's voice was a strong deep husky sound and sounded very intimidating when he yelled. I heart raced and the cold dread in my arms was working its way through my body. At that moment I realized I was more afraid of Duke that the living car.

"A hallucination we all saw?" I asked him.

We began to walk on and I felt like I had made a huge mistake in coming here at all. I should have just gone to the police, spill my guts and go, leaving my ties with the South End Serpent behind me forever, along with others things. No matter the repercussions of what I was doing I had to go through with it.

"Look, I've got your fee and $200 more." I faced him face to face. Looking into those dark, soulless, unfeeling killer's eyes was the most frightening thing I had ever done. The darkness I saw in Duke's eyes weren't there in the car's yellow glowing eyes. "I want out with no strings. You've got my silence and all the cars I've ever made for you."

I knew when some mechanics deserted they wanted the cars they'd made back and adding all the cars I'd done for Duke was a good bribe.

"So for $600, six racing cars and your sworn silence, you get your freedom?" Duke said trying to understand what I was saying.

I nodded.

Duke smiled and motioned for me to follow him. We walked into an alley in silence. Most gangs worked in Alleys because few people noticed you. His two bodyguards stayed at the front of the alley to keep watch.

We stopped midway and faced each other.

I took out the bag I had taken from under my cot and emptied it. I gave him all the money and some papers, the car's papers. Forded of course. One of the mechanics made fake papers and IDs. He was very useful to the gang.

"Alright." Duke said looking at me with a look of satisfaction. "You're your own man, Spike...I mean Eric."

Eric. Yeah, my real name. I was only called Spike in the gang. How original too. I was given the name by Duke and I never argued about the foolishness of it, but you didn't complain. But I didn't care. I was free, free from guns, drugs, and all the dishonor of it. I would start again and make money with dignity. I would prove my family wrong, that I wasn't useless. I was going to start a-new and get everything I'd ever wanted. With a bounce in my step I turned and started walking down the other side of the alley from where we entered.

"Oh and Eric," Duke said. I turned and saw his pull a gun out of his hoodie. My blood froze in my veins and my brain tuned 360 degrees in my head. "Just a little info between us.

No one gets out."

He fired the gun. I heard the bullet zoom passed my head. I bolted and flew down the alley. My legs wobbled under me and I was afraid they'd give out. I felt as though my veins were on fire! My chest heaved in heavy breaths of air, ads fast I could get them in. Bullets hit the ground all around me. They zoomed inches near my head, my legs, and arms. Ahead of me there was a chain link fence. I jumped onto it and scrambled frantically over it, scrapping arm arms as I went over. The street opened up and I ran across the street. I saw a yellow blur and a horn honk. I mentally scorned myself. I was going to die by a car! I braced myself for the impact...that never came. I opened my eyes and kind of wished I hadn't. In front of me was a Yellow Lamborghini with black stripes painted on the body. Behind it was the red Lamborghini with flames on the sides. Behind them were a yellow VW Bug and a police car. I stared like a deer in the headlights at the man driving the yellow Lamborghini. His expression never changed. He looked like a cool calm, happy driver. The car's horn blew. But the driver's hand never left the wheel. The man's face looked funny...it was fuzzy, like a TV...like...a hologram. I panicked when I realized this. A bullet from Duke's gun woke me up as it grazed my arm, breaking the skin and burning the skin around it.

"Augh!" I grabbed my shoulder in pain, forgetting the cars, and ran off down another alley. I made it halfway down the alley and turned into another adjacent one. Duke's Bodyguards were there and waiting. They grabbed hold of my clothed, punched me in the face and stomach. I was coughed up my meager breakfast when Duke, panting and waving his gun, caught up. The two pulled me up so I could face duke, with a busted lip and bruised stomach.

"Well...well..." Duke panted. "That was some effort Spike-Eric, sorry."

His voice was cocky as he put the gun's barrel against my forehead. I felt my defeated warm tears free fall down my cheeks.

'It can't end like this!' was all I thought. 'NO!'

Preview:

Well, Spike's found himself in quite a pickle. Wonder how he's gonna get out of it...as if you didn't already know. And if you haven't...well...go ask your neighbor and he'll get the graph out for you.