Transformers: The Eye of Icarus

Chapter One: Hold Your Breath

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I find it hard to believe that anyone would be willing to accept his life as unchangeable.

WASHINGTON D.C. AREA, PRESENT DAY

"Honey? You need to get up. Your appointment is at 9:30. Did you forget?"

"Mom, it's at 10:30. I wrote it down two weeks ago. It's in my book."

God woman. You think I'm dumb? I can handle myself, believe or not, even when I'm not in class. She angrily thought to herself, rolling over in bed.

"Well, I changed it two days ago. It's at 9:30. I thought I told you that."

"Well, what time is it now?"

"9:10."

"Jesus!" She pulled back the covers and stood out of bed, flying to the closet of scattered clothes. She heard her mom close the door and head down the stairs to her own room as she quickly hopped over to the window in her room to read the temperature. Why couldn't her mom wake her up earlier so she had some time to prepare! The place was 15 minutes away! She glanced outside to the red needle. Cold, but warm enough to go without a jacket today.

Seriously, it wasn't cool to surprise her like that, especially with getting somewhere on time. It was a cardinal sin in her book to be late to an appointment (though both her parents were a lot more lax with that idea)! She ran back and put on a hopefully clean pair of jeans and a sweater and tossed her pajamas onto her unkempt bed. She flung the door open and stomped into the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, she washed her face with one hand and tried in a failed attempt to brush her bed head down. She sighed and stopped herself, flipping materials in her hands. With her stronger hand in control of the brush now, she successfully completed the basic functions of her bathroom routine. Done, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Appearance today? Eh.

She looked at her fake eye closely, which dutifully stared back. Oh boy, when did she last wash it? She hoped she had remembered to clean it last week; otherwise she was going to be killed by her ocularist. Oh well, she didn't have time to worry about that now, she had to move. Brushing hair and teeth done, she flew to her room, grabbed her keys and her purse, but stopped briefly to crouch down and stick her hand into a small bag by the dresser of her bed and pulled out her favorite white marble with the black dot. She looked down at it in her hand and sat on her bed. It was still just as cool as it had been the day she had found it on the beach so long ago. She rolled it to have the black button face her. She looked outside, wishing that it wasn't November already. She hated winter. Tenderly, she stroked it around the outside of the black circle like so many times before.

But something strange happened,

Outside of the black, it was glowing blue. Before she could drop it, it transformed. Small, insectoid legs emerged from the sides and gripped onto her hand. She sat up and flailed her hand. It didn't let do. She felt it dig into her skin. It was moving up her arm. She grabbed her purse.

"Oh no you don't!" She proclaimed, and swung in onto her hand. It leapt to her shoulder before she could hit it.

Owwwwwwwwwww.

She shook her head and attacked herself with her hands to get rid off. The thing climbed her hair and was on her forehead. Finally shouting, she smacked her head and fell into her closet. Grabbing for anything, she pulled down her clothesline and crashed into her head, knocking her out.

The thing hadn't been hit. With the struggle in its favor, the thing seemed to give out a small screech of delight. It could work in peace now on the human.

Yay! The first real chapter! Though I didn't realize just how short the chapter was until I uploaded this. It's okay! THe next few chapters will be ready shortly!

I wish I could draw robotic things though. But that doesn't really matter, does it?

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