Thank you everyone for the reviews. I hope you're enjoying the story and are enjoying the changes I've made. I'm thoroughly enjoying writing this story and I'm hoping you don't mind that so far the Story's has everything to do with Spike. Just of him as my reference point.-'
Ant Crown...Yeah I know Prowl is slightly out of character, but I'm hoping to give my twist on some of my favoritecharacters from G1. So just bare with me...
I'm also trying to protray what it might really be like to be faced with a giant alien robot so if Spike seems to come off as a wuss, that's why. You'd piss your shorts too if you saw one of these dudes...or you may glomp them...depending on which one you actually encounter.
OH YEAH!
ON WITH THE STORY! '
Chapter 4
The whole world seemed to take on a new meaning to Spike after Bumblebee left him at the park yesterday. Even though he only knew him for little over an hour, Spike felt a great surge of fondness for his new alien robot friend. It had been a while since he had spoken to anyone whom he felt such a connection.
Spike laughed at the thought. The idea that he could identified more with an alien robot than any human was laughable.
The sun was well into the sky by the time Spike found enough courage to walk into a public place to get something to eat. He chose the Seven Hills Plaza. There were always crowds of people and easy cover for someone to hide behind. Plus their food court was amazing. The Seven Hills Plaza was like a Mecca for thousands of teenagers and Spike would fit right in.
As Spike walked up to his chosen stand he ordered the times the food he'd regularly order; for a very good reason too. He pulled out his father's Credit Card from a secret place in his pocket and paid for the food. No doubt his Dad would have someone tracing the card for any purchases and track him down in a matter of hours if Spike wasn't careful. He lied to Duke when he said he would give him all his money. After he stowed the fast food into his backpack he power walked out of the food court, down the Plaza parking lot, back onto the streets were he'd once again disappear from public, and return to the Labyrinth of alley ways . It was as if he didn't exist in public society any more. It was just how he wanted it, for know.
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His pray walked below him in the dimly lit city. It wasn't aware of his presence or of his glowing red eyes in the shadows that grew by the Kilk. His claws grew anxious to rip through something soft; like the fleshling's back! The weak creature was burdened with a sack and walked with a slight limp. His shoulder had sustained an injury and was his meager clothing was stained with a potent mix. The hunter's sensors were going mad over it.
"Ready?" Asked a voice over their com-link.
Ravage growled his answer.
"Good," replied the voice. "Go!"
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Bumblebee had been sulking in his champers since they had arrived back at the Ark. Optimus Prime had taken him off active duty for 72 megacycles; equivalent to 3 earth rotations or "days" as the natives called it. Prowl worried about Bumblebee sometimes. His natural compassion was a liability to them in this situation. Prime couldn't afford for any other natives to discover their presence. Not yet Of course.
Prowl walked into the control room, just in time to see the end of an argument.
"You have no idea how much trouble you've caused!" Scowled an old red Mech. His armor was speckled with various wounds and scars. His name was Ironhide, and he was mad. "In my opinion you should be taken off active duty, not Bumblebee!"
Sunstreaker stood in front of the raging Mech, looking indifferent towards his superior's words.
"I did what I had to keep myself safe. That flesh bag was trying to desecrate me!" He snapped back.
Irohnide scowled and walked off in a huff.
"Damn kids…"He growled.
Optimus Prime and another Autobot, named Wheeljack, stood in front of a giant screen watching human news coverage of an incident on an oil rig off the coast of Florida.
"'..eyewitnesses claim to have seen the oil rig explode after several smaller explosions.'" The young female newscaster reported, "' Radio contact with the oil rig was lost after this disturbing message was recorded:'"
The screen turned to black with a bold white title saying RADIO MESSAGE and white letters appeared as the message played to match what was being said.
"'Help ZZ…ZZe're being over…run by ZZZZZ..roZZts…..Oh my god! Helps uZZZZZ…………'"
The message was cut off.
"'So far only one body has been found and the rest of the 40 men and women aboard the rig are reported as missing. '"
"Turn it off Teletran I." Prime sighed. "Another one…two in the last four Orns."
"We won't be able to keep hiding like this if Megatron keeps attacking oil rigs." Wheeljack confessed.
"No," Prime disagreed. "He's cleaning his trail well. The humans are blaming the attacks on terrorists."
"Using human politics to make a clean get away? It's clever I admit, but crude. The USA's affairs with Terrorist groups and the Middle East have made the Americans very suspicious. It will just cause us more trouble in the end."
Prime nodded.
"The state their world is in has left every major Nation on this planet suspicious of an attack." Prime added. "If the Decepticons decide to attack an oil rig or any energy providing facility outside the jurisdiction of the United States, we'll be the ones who will be left to clean it up."
Wheeljack nodded solemnly. It was a puzzler. His thoughts suddenly turned to the incident with Bumblebee the day before.
"Optimus?" Wheeljack asked.
"Hm?"
"Are you sure that human can be trusted?" Wheeljack asked. "I mean, we're holding on by the grit of our Energon. We won't be able to recover from a security leak."
Optimus chuckled at the scientist.
"The human seemed more than willing to keep our secret." Prime admitted. "He was very truthful. You should have been there to see him stand up for Bumblebee's actions."
Wheeljack nodded, but was not reassured by his leader's confidence.
"Sir," Wheeljack continued. "Not to mean any disrespect, but how sure are we that the human can be trusted? You're too caring to the humans to think straight sometimes."
Optimus paused and soaked in Wheeljack's words.
"Perhaps you have a point Wheeljack," Prime sighed. "But I doubt the human will reveal our secret to anyone."
I hope you're right about that Prime, Wheeljack thought to himself.
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When he came to, Spike felt like someone had clogged him over the head with a bus. He couldn't see straight for a second, but when his head stopped spinning he saw that he was in some place dark. It was Very Dark actually! The only light came from strange glowing bands that confined his hands to the wall. The bands gave off an eerie neon green glow as if they were radioactive. The ground was sandy and hard.
As his head started to clear and the memories of what had happened flooded back to him. He'd been walking down the alley and some sort of dog or cat…something big came out of the shadows and tackled him. He had picked himself up, panicked, and then ran but then something, or someone, big grabbed his from behind and hit him over the head with what Spike thought was the barrel of a gun.
Duke! Spike thought. He found me! I knew going to the plaza was stupid! I should have stayed with Bumblebee!
Spike continued to panic for what seemed like hours.
He pulled and yanked at his glowing restraints furiously trying to free himself. After a while of that he gave up, panting and crying. With some effort he managed to pull himself to his feet and, using the light of his binds as a flashlight, guided himself around the darkness in attempt to identify where he was.
He press his hands against what he thought was a door, but it was wasn't wood or metal. It was rock! Spike held his hands up to look at it from a distance to see it in whole. It was a huge Boulder! It had to be as tall as Prowl! The massive rock was blocking the exit to a cave. He was being kept in a cave. The sand should have been his first clue. He was now sure that Duke wasn't behind this. A rock that size couldn't be moved by the biggest bulldozer in the world!
Just as Spike began another panic attack, the boulder shifted. Spike jumped and stumbled backwards onto the ground. The boulder rolled away and the setting sun's bright rays blinded him.
An enormous figure blocked the sun and its shadow fell on Spike. Spike squinted up to see what it was.
He gasped and his heart skipped a beat.
A massive red and white robot, as tall as Prowl, with strange jet like wings on his back towered over the quivering human boy.
Spike's eyes went wide with fear.
The alien robot smirked. In a screeching, nails on a chock board, kind of voice it addressed Spike with amused contempt.
"Welcome to captivity fleshling."