Hello! Here is the rest of chapter 8. I do not own transformers!

I fall quite hard onto the concrete managing to give myself a couple good bruises. Using my left hand (still holding the camera) I push myself up into a sitting position to examine my right arm. Slowly I flip my right hand over, reveling a small jagged abject imbedded deeply in the palm of my hand, the skin around it red and swollen. Frowning, I poke the tender areas. "I hope I don't have to get a needle for this..."

The boy with the cube is now long gone, either far away or hidden in the mass of panicking people. Picking myself up I run to the nearest alley again. Staying off the road seems like the best thing to do. Around every corner there is a giant robot. Some have bright blue optics like Bumblebee, while others have blood red ones. From what I've seen, the red eyed robots are bad. They seem to be shooting at people and cars all the time. The blue eyed robots seem to try and protect the people in a way, either blocking them from an explosion or taking out another robot.

I duck behind another dumpster, what seems like my only safe spot. To try and keep myself calm I scroll through the pictures on my mom's camera. My friends and I in the plane, in the airport, in our hotel room, and even that nice looking police car that was cruising down the road. "to punish and enslave...Hmm..?"

Heavy metal footsteps shake me out of my thoughts. I peek over the dumpster to see a bad robot with helicopter like propellers sticking out of its back. I whip out my Mom's camera and snap a quick photo of the robot. The flash catches its attention and it turns its head my way, its red optics burning into mine. It growls and starts towards me. I shrink back behind the garbage can. A sharp pain erupts in my right hand causing me to yelp. The robot must have found that amusing, deep laughter coming from it. The pain in my right hand increases. I clench my teeth and close my eyes to keep from screaming in pain as my hand starts to burn. I stay like this for a few minutes. I look up at the giant robot only to see that it is not there, it is now walking down the street blowing up cars, several at once.

I walk to the opening of the ally and peek around the wall to watch the robot in horror. Men in army uniforms are behind a car not far from the robot, shooting at it with their guns but not doing much harm. A man on a motorcycle zooms past me in the direction of the robot. I watch in amazement as he slides off the motorcycle, between the robots legs, and shoots it with something causing it to explode. The explosion, so powerful, blows me back against the wall and I hit my head hard.

Tears streak my vision. The burning in my hand is agonizing and it slowly spreads through out my arm, and then the rest of my body. When it reaches my head, my vision becomes darker, sounds are muffled, until there is nothing left but black.

Reality

All I do is silently cry to myself when I wake up. Not because I feel like an angry mob decided to throw endless bricks at my face, because I am happy, and overwhelmed at the same time.

For a while I forget where I am, to busy replaying the images over and over in my head. I slowly come back to reality as it dawns on me what happened. And eventually I have a huge grin on my face! Leaping out of bed, I teleport over to my best friends sleeping side. "WAKE UP KRISTY!"

Yay! I'm done this chapter! I still have not written the next chapter, so I'm not sure when it will be posted. It wont be a month though, I can say that.

You guys don't talk too much, do you? Don't be shy to review, I love reading them, and they keep me motivated :)

I have big plans for this story. I am hoping to get into more action soon, maybe introduce a couple new characters? But I am facing a dilemma. You all know, in Transformers Dark Of The Moon, Ironhide dies. I can't decide if he should live, or if I should stick to the movie and have him die. You guys decide! Tell me if you want Ironhide to live or to die! HIS LIFE IS IN YOUR HANDS!