Thank you guys for all of the encouraging and cheerful reviews they have just made this month a bit more clearer on my situation. For those of you that are still concerned, at my school they're basically... pushing me to make career decisions really early.
They've started this since the sixth grade I believe with making us take surveys and getting us ready for college. In the SIXTH GRADE. I dunno about you, but I think that's bit too early for me to think about leaving the house and studying on a campus about a subject that I'm forced to learn about.
That's the second problem. Where I live, all they care about is business and image. They have so many classes on how to form the perfect business but nothing on say writing [my passion but with the limited time I have with new classes, I haven't had the time to write for you beautiful people], making music which is something I've loved to do, or become a film director.
Everything is fucking business.
So everything to me is confusing and I'm wondering if I should continue with my passions and hobbies that my school offers no knowledge about or follow their rules to open some new business to help the town grow.
I know I maybe really mature for my age, but that's just me. I've been pressured so much to think about the future that I can't keep up with life right now.
And after a few long talks with my closest friends that are more like family than anything, we've decided to do something together where we won't follow what the school wants us to do. I'm not sure what the final decision is but I do know that we aren't staying where we are now and we aren't making our own business.
Anyways, thank you guys for over one hundred and eighty follows and over one hundred and forty favorites. I'm glad to see that a lot of people like this story!
Cнαpтer Eleven: Hιddeɴ Wιтнιɴ тнe Dαм
"Iғ ɴoтнιɴɢ ѕαveѕ υѕ ғroм deαтн, αт leαѕт love ѕнoυld ѕαve υѕ ғroм lιғe." - Pαвlo Nerυdα
Cнαpтer Soɴɢ: Peɴdυlυм - Wαтercolor [Krewellα ғт. Evαɴ Dυғғy Acoυѕтιc Cover]
"When I'm falling down
will you pick me up again?
When I'm too far gone,
dead in the eyes of my friends,
will you take me out of here when I'm staring down the barrel,
when I'm blinded by the lights, when I cannot see your face?
Take me out of here.
Take me out of here.
Take me out of here.
Take me out of here.
All I believe, and all I've known
are being taken from me, can't get home.
Yeah, do your worst, when worlds collide
let their fear collapse, bring no surprise.
Take me out of here.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Just stay where you are, let your fear subside.
Just stay where you are, if there's nothing to hide.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me.
Feed the fire, break your vision.
Throw your fists up, come on with me."
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
Throughout the whole trip to the airport, the oldest Witwicky was silent. She barely even spoke a peep and her eyes were either glued to the ground or blurred with tears.
Sam wanted to say something to his twin to comfort her in anyway but he couldn't find the words.
As the two siblings along with Mikaela were forced into the helicopter, they noticed two other people in it as well. One was a blond woman with a thick African American man who slightly smiled at the teens.
Gently, the blond woman nudged Bethany with her foot. The brunette looked up and the woman took in note of her puffy face and bloodshot eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," the man beside her added. "Why are you crying?"
Bennie sniffled, pushing the hair that was stuck to her face from the tears away from her eyes. "I uh... it's a long story. My brother and I bought a car and it turned out to be an alien robot."
"Wow..."
Sam shrugged. "Who knew?"
His twin stifled a small grin, exchanging glances with him. Sam was happy he was able to get something out of his sister and smiled as well.
She noticed that they had taken them to what looked like the Hoover Dam. Once they landed, the men lead them into an SUV. As soon as it stopped, Bethany jumped out and walked over to the edge of the Dam.
Sam and the dark haired teen followed her, along with the blond woman who they found out her name to be Maggie and the other man, named Glen.
The younger Witwicky tugged gently on his twin's jacket, leading her away from the group. "Are you really going to tell me what's the matter?" Sam questions.
Bethany took a deep breath, licking her dry lips. "You wouldn't believe me if I did Sam."
He raised his eyebrow at her. "Really? Do you not remember the past twenty four hours? Or even before that? Excuse me dear sister of mine, but there is probably nothing weirder that you can confess than what has happened already."
"I like Bee."
"See? Nothing-" he raises his hand, as if he was trying to prove his point before his eyes widened, realization striking his features. "You, what?!"
Bennie rolled her eyes. "This is why I didn't want to tell you. Basically before we got him, I saw him in my dream and then every time I fall asleep, he's there. And we talk and talk and talk. I slowly but surely started to... started to l-like him."
"But he's an alien robot."
"So?!" she exclaimed, glaring at her brother. "He has feelings too! It's not like he's this piece of machinery that doesn't know how to feel anything."
Sam wanted to make a smart remark about how Bumblebee was a piece of machinery but then he saw how sincere his sister's gaze was. She truly did feel something for him.
Never had he seen his sister talk about someone like that. Never had he seen a truly happy smile that was made by someone other than him, their family, or her friends. But never had he been so scared for his sister's safety.
They were regular teenagers for Pete's sake. A relationship with some alien robot could turn their lives upside down even more. He didn't want that for her. All he wanted was the best and more, because that's what she deserved.
The brunette felt her tears well up again at the state she last saw Bee in. She furiously wiped away the forming tears. "I didn't mean for it to happen but... it did."
He wrapped his arms around his sister, hugging her close to his chest. "Maybe this is a sign Bennie." she pulled away, looking up at him in confusion. "Look, he's an alien robot and you're... you. A human. Those two aren't matches."
"What are you saying Sam?"
"Maybe you should just... keep away from Bee in any romantic way. And I'm not saying this because I'm you're over protective big brother, I'm saying this for you're own safety."
She was quiet for a few moments, letting her brother's words sink in. Finally, she sighed, taking a shuddery breath. "You're right. Maybe I-I should..."
Maybe he did have a point, she thought. He was from a totally different world. If she stayed away from him maybe... maybe her and her family's life would be safer. Maybe she had a better chance at living a normal life.
But was living a normal life really worth giving up Bumblebee?
He nodded, hugging her once more. "I know it'll be hard but it's for the best, okay?"
"Okay." she agreed as he kissed the top of her head.
After a while of standing, Simmons approached them and an evil smirk appeared on Bennie's face. She took a few steps forward before successfully punching him square in the face.
Sam held her back from doing anymore damage as the man groaned, holding his now broken nose. "Ah, I think we got off to a bad start." the men standing beside Simmons made sure to keep the brunette away from him as they inspected his wound. He pushed them away, wiping the blood from under his nose. He placed his hands on Sam's shoulders. "You must be hungry. You want a latte? HoHo? Double venti macciato?"
"Where's our car?" he demanded.
"Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully. Along with your sister. People can die here." another man said. "We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now."
"Okay," the younger Witwicky nods. "But first, I'll take mine and my sister's car, our parents parents. Maybe you should write that down." Bethany smirked at her twin. "Oh, and her juvie record." he said, looking over at Mikaela. "That's got to be gone. Like, forever."
"Come with me," the other man said. "We'll talk about your car."
Simmons pointed at Bethany, "And you, missy, keep your distance."
She snorted, crossing her arms, the evil smirk never disappearing from her lips. "No promises, Simmons. No promises."
The dark haired teen smiled at Sam. "Thank you." she said before the three followed the man inside the building.
They reached a group of people where the older Witwicky noticed two military men who turned around just as they approached them.
One of them noticed her reddened, puffy face. "Did this asshole do this to you?" he questioned, glaring at Simmons.
She waved her hand in a so-so motion. "Yeah. He took a... very good friend of mine."
He nodded, digging in one of his cargo pant pockets, pulling out a tissue. He handed it to her. "Here,"
Bethany smiled at his fatherly nature, taking the tissue and wiping it under her eyes. She guessed he must've had some family back home before he got into all of the alien mess.
"Thanks...?"
"Will Lennox, and this is Robert Epps." he introduced as he gestured to himself and the dark-skinned man behind him.
The older brunette waved. "Nice to met you. I'm Bethany Witwicky but call me Bennie." Lennox returned the smile.
"All right, here's the deal," Simmons said as they continued to follow him. "You've all had direct contact with NBEs." he looked over his shoulder at Bethany. "Some more than others."
She rolled her eyes as Epps repeated in confusion, "NBEs?"
"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials." he replied as if it was obvious. "Try to keep up with the acronyms."
"What you're about to see is totally classified." the bald-man from before said as the group made their way into some sort of hanger, where Bethany looked in awe at the giant frozen mech that was standing right in the middle of the room.
"Dear god, what is this?" she heard someone ask as she felt her brother wrap his arm around her protectively.
"We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitation field screwed up his telemetry." the man explained. "He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934."
Once Bethany got a good look at the mech, she realized who it was instantly.
"We call him NBE-one." Simmons added.
Sam shoke his head, "Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know but, I mean, that's Megatron."
He turned around a glared at the younger Witwicky twin. "He's the leader of the Decepticons."
"He's been in cryostasis since 1935." the almost-bald man continued, referring to the large, frozen bot. "Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind."
"Knew he wasn't crazy," Bennie mumbled.
"Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age, the microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverese-engineered by studying him." Simmons explained, turning to look at the group. "NBE-one. That's what we call it."
Bethany glared up at him as he stood a little bit too close for comfort next to her and her twin. She gave him her signature glare and he took one step back, his hands covering his nose.
"And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" the Secretary of Defense demanded.
The almost-bald man responded, "Until these events, we had no credible threat to National Security."
"Well, you've got one now." the Secretary exclaimed, walking away from the man.
"So why Earth?" Lennox questioned, looking up at the giant mech.
"It's the Allspark," Bethany said.
The Secretary looked at her strangely. "Allspark? What is that?"
"Well, yeah, they came her looking for some sort of cube-looking thing." her younger brother explained. "Anyway, mister NBE-one here, AKA Megatron, that's what they call him," he sent a small glare towards Simmons, "who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube to transform human technology and take over the universe. That's their plan."
"And you're sure about that?"
Bethany nods. "Positive." she confirmed. "Wait... you know where it is, don't you?"
"Follow me," the almost-bald man responds leading the group down another corridor.
"You are about to see our crown jewel." Simmons said, opening a door where there were several pictures of men hanging on the wall and window leading out to where the cube was located.
"Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand B.C. The first seven," he gestured to the men on the wall, "didn't find it until nineteen thirteen. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE-one. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete - a perfect way to keep its energy hidden from anyone or any alien species on the outside."
"Wait, back up. You said the dam hides the Cube's energy. What kind exactly?" Maggie asked.
"Good question." the almost-bald man asked the group to follow him once again, leading them towards a room where a small metal box was located. There were various scratch and dent marks on the walls, making Bennie wonder what exactly did that.
"Please step inside," he ordered, "they have to lock us in."
Bethany looked up at her twin, a worried look spreading across her lips, making Sam tighten his grip around her.
Epps looked at the marks on the wall, "What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?"
"Oh, no, man." Glen shoke his head. "Freddy Krueger had four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine!" he made an attempt to sound like the said hero as Simmons glared at them.
"That's very funny," he responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anybody have an mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?"
Bethany went to fell her back pockets and noticed the absence of her smart-phone. She frowned, remembering how much money she saved up for it.
"I got a phone," Glen said, tossing said object towards Simmons.
Simmons opened the box, "Ooh, Nokias are real nasty," he commented as the group put on a pair of goggles, "You've got to respect the Japanese. They know the way of the samurai."
Bethany exchanged looks with Mikaela next to her as she heard Maggie whisper, "Nokia's from Finland."
"Yes, but he's, y'know, a little strange. He's a little strange." The Secretary of Defense responded.
The brunette shoke her head, "Yeah, a little."
As they put on the goggles, Simmons began explain what was going to happen in the box. "We're able to take the Cube radiation and funnel it into that box."
She watched in amazement as the small Nokia phone turned into a mini transformer. She didn't know whether to coo at how small and adorable it was or to question how Simmons and the rest of his team were able to do that. Or even how they knew how to do that.
It crashed into one of the sides as Simmons commented, "Mean little sucker, huh?"
"That thing is freaky!" Maggie exclaimed.
"Kind of like the itty-bitt Energizer Bunny from hell, huh?"
"Is it really that dangerous?" the older Witwicky questioned, gently tapping the glass. Her question was answered when she saw the little bot start firing at the glass then shot a small missile at it. "Nevermind..."
"He's breaking the box," she heard Simmons say as she watched he almost-bald man click a button and the bot suddenly became fried.
Suddenly the lights started to flicker, causing the two Witwicky's to exchange looks.
"Gentlemen," the Secretary of Defense said in a grave tone, "they know the Cube is here."
Oh shit...
Alright guys, I have a question to ask you: would any of you be interested in a Maze Runner fanfiction? Main pairing is Newt/OC. I've been really obsessed with the series lately and story came into mind along with some help from a fellow writer who has an amazing Maze Runner fanfic. Anyways, leave your feedback and I might publish the first and second chapter when I'm close to finishing the first movie plot for If Eyes Could Speak. Love you guys! Buh-byeee!