Chapter 4: Ironhide

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Legend: Thoughts, "Speech", Lyrics.

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"Hannah!" As I was filling the buckets with water again, my leg was hugged by a very happy toddler.

"Hey Annie." I smiled down at her. She was just so cute! Large, innocent eyes that were a bright baby blue stared up at me and she asked, "Can I help you wash cars?"

Laughing at her cuteness, I ruffled her hair and said, "Sure, if your dad agrees to it."

"What is it about Annie's dad?"

I whipped around, barely missing toppling over the buckets that I had filled. However, I forgot that the hose in my hand was still running and I doused an indignant Uncle Will with water. "What was that for?" He whined. Annabelle and I looked at each other before laughing.

"Daddy looks funny!" Annabelle giggled and clapped her hands together as her father shook himself like a dog. I snorted and doubled over in laughter at the ridiculous action. "Serves you right for scaring me!" Hearing a deep rumbling, I brushed it off as that possessed car again. "See daddy? Eyenide thinks it's funny too!" Annabelle patted the Topkick. I quickly pulled her hand away. "You'd better not get yourself dirty, Annie. Your dad hasn't even said you could help me wash the cars." Hearing that, Annabelle immediately turned to her father and made her notorious "puppy eyes" at him, sticking out her lower lip a little for added effect. "Daddy, can I pweeze help Hannah wash cars?" She added an extra sparkle to her eyes, the perfect image of cuteness.

I snickered inwardly as I saw my uncle's resolve crumble visibly. His eyes softened in affection as he gazed at his beloved daughter before turning to me. "Make sure she doesn't get wet." He sighed in defeat as he retreated back to the house.

Turning back to the truck, I whistled lowly at the amount of dirt gathered on the vehicle. If this thing was white in colour instead, I definitely would have thought its paint job was actually brown. "Da-rn," I caught myself just in time from swearing out loud in front of Annabelle. If she learnt any swear words, I would never hear the end of it from Aunt Sarah. "You're dirtier than the Camaro. Oh Annie! Not like that! I'll show you." I squatted down and gently took her hand. "You wanna help me spray the car with water?" She nodded eagerly and I placed the head of the hose in her hands, taking up a position behind her.

"Let it rip!"

Note to self: Don't let the little kiddies be the ones holding the head of the hose.

Annabelle turned on the hose and water gushed out. She tried to keep a hold on it, tried being the key word. I soon found myself doused with water with Annabelle gone. "Annie? Annie?" I turned off the hose and looked around for her. "There you are!" I found her hiding behind the Topkick. "Are you wet? You need me to get some dry clothes for you?"

Annabelle shook her head and said, "Eyenide protected me. He's nice."

I smiled and said, "Come on, Annie. I have to get the truck wet first." She tottered behind me as I flipped my wet hair back. Turning up the spray, I blasted the mud off the truck. The truck shivered as the water hit the body of the vehicle. I hummed a little tune as I checked how Annabelle was doing. She was busy talking to the Peterbilt Semi. She's probably imagining out loud what it's like to ride in that truck.

Suddenly, I was knocked to the ground by a powerful force. Sitting on the grass, I blinked a few times before yelling the first thing that came to my mind. "KYAAA! Cold!" I shook the water out of my eyes and looked up just in time to see the driver side door of the Topkick close. The engine rumbled again, as if it were laughing. Hearing a childish giggle, I turned around to Annabelle. "You made Eyenide mad. He don't like cold water."

"Doesn't like cold water huh?" A simply devilish idea came to mind and I told Annabelle to stand by with a soapy sponge. "When I say now, you throw the sponge onto the truck, okay?" She nodded, unsure what to make of the current situation. I got into position and readied the hose.

"NOW!"

Annabelle looked startled for a moment before she snapped back to her senses and threw the soapy item with all her three year old might. Luckily, it landed in the truck bed. I turned the hose on to full and blasted the evil truck before running head on and jumping into the truck bed. Of course, with my wonderful gracefulness, my foot caught on the railing and I crashed landed. Seizing the sponge, I held on for dear life as the Topkick swerved sharply, trying to get me off at all costs. This is getting weird. After the chase from the Camaro and Annabelle coming to help, I was now sober enough to know that something strange was happening. What's going on? Militaries don't usually use cars that are possessed to this extent… AHH! TREE! I ducked my head, narrowly avoiding getting my head chopped off by a tree branch.

"Eyenide! Can you come here pweeze?" The truck's engine made a sound akin to grumbling, stopped trying to kill me and drove slowly over to Annabelle, its manner reminding me of a chastised child. As soon as the truck stopped, I took my first opportunity of escape and leaped off the truck bed, managing not to land on my face. I looked in wonder at my cousin, a small three year old, lecturing something ten times bigger than her. I should ask her how she does that… I snapped back to attention long enough to hear the end of her lecture. "And it's not nice to make fun of people, Uncle Hidey. Me and Hannah just want to give you a wash, 'cause you turned icky when you came back. Can you promise me you'll be nice to her?"

"Uncle Hidey?" I raised an eyebrow. This was definitely becoming weirder by the minute. I was snapped out of it when I noticed the Topkick moving closer to me. I stepped back, suspicious of what it might do. It just sidled in front of me and cut the engine. Looking gratefully at Annabelle, I beckoned her over and said, "Thanks Annie. You saved me. You wanna help me?"

She looked up with her eyes sparkling. "Yeah!"

To my surprise, when Annabelle and I washed the Topkick, it was mostly as quiet as a mouse, only growling when I went over certain parts of the body. "Annie! You'd better get back in the house!" I heard Aunt Sarah call out from the house.

"Coming Mommy! Bye Hannah!" She waved to me as she ran back in.

"Bye Annie!" I waved back to her and looked back at the Topkick. Stretching a little, I sighed in relaxation as my spine popped audibly. Kneeling on the ground, I poked around the undercarriage of the large truck. I picked out leaves, twigs, branches, pebbles and… A bullet? The fudge did this get here? Seizing the offending object, I tried to pull it in order to get it out, but to no avail. The only thing I succeeded in doing was getting the Topkick to jerk forward. "Hey! I'm fragile ya know?" I protested. The truck grumbled somewhat grumpily and stopped moving. Getting a bright idea, I pushed it in further and twisted before pulling out. It let out an almost feral snarling and I found my face covered in dark blue stuff. I got my head out from under the car and tried wiping my eyes. I managed to clear enough of it for me to see somewhat clearly. The first thing I did was try to locate the hose and when I found it I turned it on and washed my face.

"At least that crap in your undercarriage was cleared out. You may have an oil leak, but I'd better ask Uncle Will if I'm allowed to fix you." I shook myself and retied my hair into a messy bun. The truck butted into me a little as I was washing up, and I glared at it. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get the job over and done with." Taking a deep breath, I poured two capfuls of the liquid into a bucket and screwed the top shut before starting to wipe the Topkick down.

After the truck was gleaming but wet, I told it, "Stay here. Don't move and get dirty again. I'll be back in a moment." Dashing towards the garage, I grabbed a couple towels and went back to the truck. I hummed a little tune as I dried the truck.

When everything was done, I decided to get revenge on the Topkick for trying to kill me. I tried to whistle innocently as I grabbed my towel off my shoulder. The truck made a noise, as if it was curious. I just smiled and reassured it that everything was alright. As soon as I was behind it, I grinned like the devil himself and wound up my towel. "SNAP!" The sound of cloth against metal echoed around the field as I towel whipped the Topkick's bumper. "That was for trying to kill me." I calmly walked off, pretending that nothing had happened when in fact, I was dying of laughter inside. I heard a squeal come from the truck and I fell on the ground laughing like there was no tomorrow.

When I got my breath back, I stood up and dusted myself off, making sure I was facing the Topkick at all times. By now, I had learnt to keep it in sight if I didn't want to end up getting run over. Still making sure it knew I was watching, I cleaned out the buckets for the next car.

Woo! Done! Which 'bot should go next? Suggestions on what mischief should happen? Please R&R!

-Love, Nova.