Transformer characters © Steven Spielberg
Megan/Alice, Jordan, Max © Me
Transformers: Its in her eyes.
Chapter Six: Last Look.
Honk, Honk, Honk
Alice slowly got to her feet and walked out from under the jungle gym. "…." She stared at the car for the longest time before taking another step towards it.
It sat just outside of the gate with its passenger door open. She could somehow hear the rain drops bouncing off the leather from where she was standing. It was hard to see inside the car from so far away. Her arms clamed tightly around her body to try and keep the chilling of her body at bay.
"Alright, who are you?!" Alice yelled from across the park. She ran closer till she was only but a few yards from the Chevy Camaro. "If your going to stalk me, at lest have the decency to show me your face!" She called and waited for the driver's car door to open but nothing happened.
"…Jerk off…" She mumbled to herself and approached the car. When she bent down to look inside no one sat in the driver seat. The car was empty. She glanced into the back seats but still nothing. Did the guy get out? Was this some dumb joke? The car suddenly honked again causing her to jump back, startled. She backed away from the car and put her hand up to her mouth. "That's not normal." She mumbled and glanced around her. No one was in sight, who would be in this heavy rain? Alice sighed and looked at her options.
A.) Stay in the park to freeze to death.
B.) Go into the haunted car and see where it takes her.
She sure as hell didn't like the first option. Alice let out a grunt and slowly walked back up to the car for the third time. "…. You're not going to kill me and eat me or something right?" She got no answer back, which didn't surprise her.
"Okay fine, you win." She climbed inside the Yellow Camaro and closed the door. A seat belt snaked over her waist and clicked. The car instantly sped off in some unknown direction. The girl looked worried about her choice as she glanced out the window.
"Hey wait!" She yelled and the car came to a stop. "I have to do something before we leave to where ever it is your taking me." She said, the car was still. For a while the only sound was the purr of the motor and the beating of the rain on the roof and windshield. The car finally started to move again and went down a block. Somehow it knew where she wanted to stop.
It stopped in front of her house.
She sighed and got out. "I'll be right back….." She pulled up her hood and ran over to the side of the building to look for something to use to get to her bedroom window. (1.)The Rose Trellis that climbed up the wall would do perfectly! She found herself becoming a little nervous at the thought of climbing the trellis with it so wet and slippery but swallowed her fear and started to climb.
It took her a few minutes but she finally made it to her bedroom window. Slowly and quietly she slid open the window making sure not to make it squeak to loudly or nock anything over in the process of getting inside. She crawled inside and grabbed her school bag. She wasn't sure if Max or Mrs. Moore was awake or not...hell she wasn't even sure what time it was.
Quickly, she stuffed a bunch of clothes, cell phone, a small picture book, a jar of money she was saving, a stuffed puppy that she got when she was vary young, her laptop and her mp3 player inside the backpack. It was surprising that it all fit. She sighed and took one last look around the room before walking back to the window.
She didn't notice the cord that led to her TV and ended up stumbling over it like she always managed to do. She flinched at the loud sound and hurried out the window. She was able to climb down in time before Max came running into the room. His eyes were blood shot and his face was wet. "Alice?!" He called hoping to find his younger sister sitting on her bed ready to greet him warmly. Sadly all he found was a darkly lit, trashed, empty room.
The wind blew in threw the window causing the curtains to dance. "..." Max walked up to the window and closed it. "...Alice, I'm sorry." He whispered to himself and rested his forehead on the cold glass. If only he hadn't let those words slip out he could be with his sister and his mom…and the three of them would be watching the new horror movie Alice had been waiting to see. All warm and snuggled up on the couch. The scent of Buttered popcorn filled the room as the TV flickered light across the dark living room. It was all just a sad dream…..
Authors Note(s):
Well thanks again for all the wonderful messages! -Kyrsea
(1.) Trellis: lattice for supporting plant: a lattice of wood, metal, or plastic used to support plants, usually fixed to a wall.