Today was a new day, and with that, a new hope was born. With every passing day, I was slowly reverting back to my playful, smiling self that I used to be before my parents died tragically. Of course, I still cried at night when I reminisced on the events of that horrible night. But I wanted to become stronger for it, to value life more, and to treasure the moments that make life special.

As today was a Tuesday, I woke up early and yawned upon reaching consciousness. As I felt good about today, I dressed myself and combed my hair, and this time, with Sarah's permission, I used her mascara to pop up my eyes. Certainly, I didn't use makeup often, but today I wanted to doll up. I also knew that wearing makeup was forbidden in the school, for some odd reason, but I really wanted to look pretty if I wanted to see Dean again. I went downstairs with my backpack in one hand, and saw Ron in the living room, when a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

How the hell could I have Ron as my guardian? Was my uncle out of his mind?

"Let's go." I said to Ron, who seemed incredibly bored with his role as my 'guardian'. To me, it seemed as if the guy was just driving me around and that's it. It wasn't long before we got into the truck. The truck was always warm, and I wondered what Ron did to it for it always be warm. Maybe he never turned it off? The best way to fulfill curiosity is to ask. "Why is the truck always warm?" I asked Ron.

He gave me a quizzical look as he started up the truck and drove me to the school.

I took in a deep breath before elaborating. I had to behave civil. "Every car I have ever been driven in was cold inside, but your truck is always warm. Care to explain?"

"No." He said flatly.

There was a pause.

Okay, well I didn't expect that answer. Maybe my temper got the best of me on the last part of my question.

"Ron, what's wrong with you? Why are you always so mysterious, so…" I searched for the words, but couldn't find them. His behavior always baffled me.

"So what?"

"Argh!" I groaned in exasperation. He didn't do so much as flinch.

"Apparently we are having issues." He stated as he parked the truck in front of the school. Well, I think it was more than obvious that we had many issues between us. "I will pick you up and we are going to talk later."

I didn't answer, but I deemed it alright for him to take my silence as acceptance. As I grabbed the door handle and pulled it, I only managed to open the door a little bit when he suddenly yanked me back inside.

"Ron, what the hell-" I complained, but was cut off by a feeling of danger, which obviously came from Ron, because his demeanor was unacceptable.

"Don't move." He said seriously. I tried to differ, but he put his hand across my mouth. I struggled, so he had to shake me to shut up. "I told you, don't move and keep it quiet." He said quietly as we ducked under the windows. I only managed to see a black cop car flashing its lights in red and in blue in front of us, cruising down the street, going off somewhere. "Slaggin' 'Con." He said and loosened his grip on me.

I wasted no time leaving his truck. This dude was a criminal, with all the hiding from the police and taking me hostage! I knew he had some kind of dark secret! I practically leaped from the truck and got into the school posthaste.

Later…

The whole time I was in school, I couldn't help but think why Ron was hiding from the police. Surely he couldn't have done anything while he was with me. I was his alibi, I guess. But that didn't mean he couldn't have done something while all of us were sleeping in the house. Maybe he was a psychopath, a serial killer, a rapist? Or perhaps I was just overthinking. But it still didn't take away my worries. His behavior was worrisome from the beginning. The guy was definitely hiding something.

As my last class of the day finished and all the teenagers scrambled to get out of the school as quickly as possible, me included, I saw Ron's truck sitting obediently in the parking lot just in front of the school. I sighed as I went towards it, ready to go down the open, stone staircase that led to the parking, and only to have my path to it suddenly blocked by a guy with broad shoulders and a wonderfully familiar perfume.

"Hey, Captain." Dean said with a charming smile as he found his way right in front of me. Oddly, I didn't see him in school all day and now he just showed up in front of me.

I looked up, as he was taller than I was. "Oh, um, hi Dean." I said as I took a step back. He really liked to invade my personal space.

"So, Captain…" He took a step forward. Why did he insist on calling me Captain?

"Please, don't call me that. I have a name for a reason." I told him honestly. "I don't need my uncle's title." I guess that's the only reason he called me Captain anyway.

"Sure, Capt." He smiled charmingly at me. I rolled my eyes, as the whole thing started to get annoying. But then, I noticed how many people were watching us. It was probably the whole school, or at least it felt like it. I felt somehow embarrassed as I tried to get to the truck as Dean constantly kept getting in my way.

"Kiss her!" Someone yelled from the back of the throng of people that gathered around us in a ring formation.

"Yeah, kiss her, Dean!" Another guy yelled and as I looked at him, I saw that he was one of Dean's teammates in the football team, hyping him up. It was one of the guys from the café from a while ago.

"Kiss her, kiss her!" The whole crowd yelled. I looked at Dean and shook my head.

"No, Dean." I told him. Sure, I wanted to kiss him, and to even be with him in a relationship and all, but this… I would never want to have my first kiss like this, in front of the whole school, in a completely unromantic way. Especially since all of this was so forced. Everybody knew Dean was the most popular guy at school, and that he had many girls, but...

"Come on, Captain, just one kiss." He pleadingly looked at me and put his hand on my neck. My heart was racing with overexcitement, but for all the wrong reasons. This is getting out of hand.

I shook my head. "No, Dean, I'm not gonna-" And I couldn't even finish my sentence, he already dug his tongue deep into my mouth. I stared at him with eyes wide open as the crowd took snapshots of the embarrassing moment. Dean left my mouth open when he retracted his tongue. He had putrid breath and was so aggressive in the way his tongue danced around mine.

"I know you liked this, Capt. See you later." He said with a wink and just left the scene, with the crowd following him. I stood there, baffled, wondering what just happened.

I just stood there.

What the hell just happened?

Did he just… fucking kiss me?!

I really wanted to shriek right here and right now, but didn't. Ron exited the truck and leaned on the front bumper, crossing his arms and waiting patiently to come to him. I took my bag, which fell on the ground in the meantime, and got in the truck, not even looking at Ron. I couldn't bear to look at anyone at the moment. I just wanted to bury myself deep in the ground, dig my head in the sand like a frightened ostrich, and just never see the light of another day.

Soon, he got into the truck as well and put it in gear, driving us both home.

"I saw what happened." He said after a couple of minutes of pure silence in the vehicle. Again, the radio was dead.

"No shit, Sherlock, the whole school did." I grumpily replied, crossing my arms and looking out the window.

"My name is not Sherlock." He flatly said. I gave an exasperated sigh and looked out the window. I really hoped I wasn't going to have to talk about this. "I thought you knew that." He pushed my buttons, although I sensed an honest confusion in his words.

"Yes I do, Ron, I know your name's not Sherlock, now leave me alone. And what the hell was with you this morning?" I frowned at him. He looked a bit surprised. "I thought you wanted to take me as hostage!" I yelled, though I couldn't really believe that I told him that in his face. Since when did I become so audacious?

He stood silent for a moment, but then replied. "You completely misunderstood what I was doing this morning." He looked at me. "You have no idea what kind of danger you were in." I saw my uncle's house as he neared the gravel.

"The only danger is from you!" I yelled and untangled my seatbelt, though we still weren't in the driveway.

"Would you listen for half a cycle?!" He stopped the truck. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Unlock the truck!" I commanded. He grabbed my arm, trying to keep me in place. "Let me go!" I yelled as I tried to open the door.

"Listen!" He hollered.

I don't know if it was because of the stress, anger, embarrassment, or just sheer teenage dumbness, but I knew one thing was certain. I had to vent out.

"I hate you!" I shot him a look of pure anger and shoved him away from me. He stood frozen for a moment in his seat, as I saw his face slowly fall apart into a sad frown. I knew that I needed to get out, or I was going to start feeling guilty and sad for what I did. And not only that, I would cry afterwards, and I definitely didn't plan on looking weak in front of him. Going for the door once again, which gave in easily this time, I almost toppled over when I exited the truck.

I ran directly into the house and closed the door behind me, my mind set on just going into my room and breaking down on my bed, letting my tears and pain and injustice out. I couldn't take this anymore.

So many things happened in such a short period of time. I didn't know how much more I could take.

I didn't want to remember this day. I wanted it to disappear, so tried not thinking about it. I was not going to let this get the best of me. I didn't have my first kiss with this moron. I didn't hate Ron. Today did not happen.

Tomorrow…

I woke up around the same time I always did. I rubbed my eyes tiredly, longing for a few more minutes of sleep. Normally, I would have allowed myself that much liberty, but I noticed that I still wore yesterday's clothes. I sighed and took a quick shower, slightly wetting the ends of my hair unintentionally and changing into new clothes. I went downstairs and greeted Sarah in the kitchen, finding her feeding Annabelle on a high chair. I volunteered to feed her and Sarah gave me the green light as she decided to make me breakfast while I entertained and fed Annabelle.

I started talking with Sarah casually, trying not to mention yesterday's incredibly stupid event. Breakfasting and feeding Annabelle at the same time went by quickly, and shortly after, I heard a honk outside the house.

I looked out of the kitchen window and saw the blue and red, flame decaled truck, Ron's truck and the same yellow Search & Rescue Hummer that belonged to Doctor Ratchet.

I tried hard to remember the name of the guy who owned the big red and blue truck. I knew he had a weird name. What was it again...? Optimum. No, Optimus. And Ron's truck was well… Ron's.

While I was looking out the window, my uncle noticed me, who was talking to the three men outside. He made a hand motion for me to come to them.

"Will's calling me. I'll see you later, Sarah." I said with a smile as she nodded, going upstairs to bathe Belle, who managed to get the processed organic food all over herself.

"Hi." I said to everyone. They all noticed me and greeted me respectfully. They seemed so chivalrous and well-mannered.

"Good morning, Melissa." Optimus acknowledged politely with a nod, his baritone voice becoming music to my ears in the morning.

"Good morning, child. How are you feeling today?" Ratchet inquired.

"I'm very well, thank you." I said, flattered by their politeness. I looked around, but saw no sign of Ron, even though his truck was here. "Where's Ron?"

There was a sudden pause in the conversation. They all looked to the right, so I traced their gazes. I could just barely see Ron's huge shoulders peeking out from the trunk of the black truck, as the front of it was facing us. Regret washed over me immediately, and I truly felt bad for the guy.

"Is he okay?" I asked, trying to see if the guy was moving and what he was doing there, all alone.

"He's fighting his own battles." Ratchet lowly said. I was confused upon hearing that. Maybe the guy had more on his plate than I ever thought, what with the hiding from cops and me shoving him yesterday. That wasn't very polite of me.

Optimus saw me not taking my eyes off the truck, so he spoke up. "Melissa, do not feel guilty." Apparently, he was also good at reading facial expressions. "He has been this way ever since the loss of our dear comrade, Jazz." He lowered his gaze. I never really knew much about Ron, nor why he behaved the way he did.

"I'm sorry." In fact, I didn't know anything about Ron. "Who is Jazz?" I had to ask. I couldn't help but wonder what was going all with all these names? Maybe they were secret names for the military.

"Jazz was my first lieutenant." Optimus said with a deep voice, one which was laced with grief and poignance.

"He always found a way into everyone's sparks." Ratchet seconded Optimus's exalt. "Unfortunately, now that he is no longer online, it's been very quiet at the base. Ron, as well as every one of us, was very attached to Jazz."

"You went on all the missions together?" I tried to be conversational, but couldn't help but wonder why this Jazz wasn't 'online' anymore. Maybe Jazz was a machine?

Ratchet nodded, seemingly searching for expressions to explain to me things in simple terms. "We were all a close group of friends, including your uncle and his soldiers." Ratchet finished. "And ever since he met you, and your attitude as well," Well, I didn't know my attitude was a thing he spoke of, "he started talking to us again."

"Really?" I asked, wondering just how much Ron told them about me.

"Yes." Ratchet gave a single nod. "But right now, he seems to be returning to that distant phase again." Ratchet said, lowering his gaze.

"We are very worried about him." Optimus said, his voice portraying the worry for his comrade.

"Cut him some slack, Mel." My uncle smiled at me. "He's your guardian and he only wants you to be safe."

That was something that I wanted to discuss with my uncle, but still didn't get the chance to.

"Oh…" I guess I shouldn't have judged immediately. I may know his name, but not his story. "Okay." I nodded once. "Should I ask him for a lift to school, then? If not, that's totally fine, I'll walk." I looked at my uncle's eyes for a wise answer.

"Go get him." My uncle encouraged me with a smile. I smiled, albeit a fake one, and walked over to Ron and his immensely huge truck.

I walked by the doors and stopped at the end of the trunk, where Ron sat still.

"Hey, Ron." I said. He turned his attention towards me. "Could you, uh, give me a ride to school today?" I forced a smile. He nodded and soon we got in his truck. We rode the whole journey to the school in complete silence. I took the time to eye him over.

He looked so majestic, oddly. Even now, he looked proud and stood, well, sat tall. He still had the same clothes he wore since the first day I met him. And he looked so lean. As his left hand gripped the top of the steering wheel, screaming 'badass' all over the pose, I noticed how huge his shoulders and arms were. He must have be lifting a lot of weights at the gym.

And his blue eyes… I think I could drown in them if I looked for too long.

"Your stop." He said, pulling up at the parking lot.

"Thanks, Ron…" I said, but I knew that I needed to apologize. Just because he was my guardian, or whatever, didn't mean he was my personal chauffer, and it especially didn't mean that I had the right to be rude. "You know, uh, I need to-" I started, but suddenly the school bell rang and I had to get to class.

"You'll tell me later." He said and I nodded, quickly getting out of the truck and rushing into my classroom.

As soon as I crossed the threshold into the classroom, the first thing I heard were a bunch of 'ooh's' and 'aah's' from my whole class. I looked at my classmates, but they just stared at me, or looked me in the eyes, which was a very odd feeling, considering I didn't have anything on my face. I quickly sat and took a small mirror from my backpack and I looked at my face right away.

I didn't realize that once I took that shower this morning, the mascara from last night was still on my face. Being so caught up in my feelings, I completely forgot to remove the makeup. Now, the black ink settled itself right under my eyes, making me look so sloppy and dirty. Which reminded me immediately of the school's 'no make-up' rule. The teachers would kill me if they noticed. The only reason this rule even existed was because the school didn't want any discrimination and digression between girls.

It wasn't long until the teacher of my English class entered the room and started taking absences, walking around the classroom while checking over everyone. The clicking of her short heels came ever so close to me, and I felt more anxious with every closing footstep.

Please, just don't get caught, don't get caught. You're doing fine!

"Melissa Lennox?" The teacher asked as she stood right beside me.

Damn!

"Yes?" I said, not looking at her, but at my legs.

"What is the matter?" She asked, looking at me.

"Nothing, miss." I said, still not daring to lift my head up and face the consequences.

"Is everything alright?" She asked quietly, but I could almost literally feel the whole class's penetrating looks directed at me. I felt like I was a deer caught in headlights. I only nodded in response, to which she said, "Look at me, please." At this point in time, I knew I was royally screwed. Very reluctantly, I looked up at her and her face scrunched up in disapproval. I hated it when older people gave me this look, it felt as if I was failing at everything and was good for nothing. "Principal's office, now!" She yelled and pointed to the door of the classroom. The class laughed a bit, as I took my bag with me and went out. I really didn't want to face the principal, on top of everything, and I honestly just wanted a break from all the drama that has been going on around me.

That left me with only one choice.

I've never done this before, but there's a first time for everything, right?

Instead of going to the principal's office, I went in the direction of the exit of the school. It was the first time in my life that I fled from class. Adrenaline rushed through my body, as if I was a robber chased by the police. Sure, I wasn't being chased, but there was just something about doing wrong that felt… that felt good.

As I finally got out of the school, I didn't know where to go, as I didn't plan that far ahead. Obviously, I couldn't go home, as Will and Sarah would ask me at least two things. The first thing was why I wasn't at school the whole day, and second, why I didn't call Ron to pick me up, as he was my guardian and all. If he was my guardian, why wasn't his truck here, in front of the school parking lot, anyway?

Deciding that, as I didn't have lunch and craved something sweet, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go the nearby café, eat something sugary and spend some time with me, myself and I.

Just as I was about to enter the cafe, I saw a sign outside that said 'Pastry Day'. Well, I have been avoiding pastry for a long period. Might as well cheat a bit. I got in the café and went to the end of the shop, where a small table stood at the end corner, connecting to the window that looked at the parking lot.

I got my pastry and paid for it as I sat on the very edge of the café and ate my pastry quietly. There weren't many people inside the cafe, so the silence soothed me and my anxiety. As I finished eating, I saw a black cop car pass the street by very slowly, almost as if looking for something. They were probably patrolling the area, but the odd thing was that I saw this cop car before. It was a black Ford Mustang that had muscle screaming all over it. It had some odd writings on it that I couldn't make out in time, but as I squinted, I saw a strange bird-like symbol on the rear fender. The car went far away from me and the café. Perhaps this explains why Ron wasn't here, he was probably still hiding from the police. But then it made no sense for my uncle to assign me with a guardian who was a criminal.

Shrugging the thoughts away, I left the café and went to the park with lots of greenery, that was walking distance away from the café. I slumped on a wooden bench as the wind blew in my face gently, almost caressing me. I looked up at the sky, which seemed to be accumulating greyish clouds. Checking the time on my phone, I came to the conclusion that I still had to kill some time before going home, so I took out my notebook from my backpack and doodled on the wooden bench.

Then something odd happened. For what seemed like hours, no one cared to check up on me or see where I was. Nightfall came and Ron never showed up.

I can get home without him anyway.

Thinking about how worrisome Ron's absence was, I started packing my things and a bright flash of blue and red from the street caught my eye. My gaze flew directly to the source of the bright and colorful flashes, and they came from the same cop car that was patrolling the streets a few hours earlier.

As I was exiting the park and looked where I could cross the street safely, the cop car, along with its flashing lights, passed by me and continued patrolling to the right of me. But suddenly, it stopped and backed up quickly. It pulled over right in front of me.

The feeling of eerie uneasiness sent chills down my spine. Something really felt off. Instead of feeling safe and protected around cops, I felt uneasy, scared and anxious.

The car stopped flashing it lights and the cop exited the car. I was the only person in the park, so if he wanted to question someone, I was the only one around.

"Miss?" He said in a deep voice as he seemed to be an older guy, with a rectangular moustache above his upper lip. Whatever this cop was up to, it felt wrong and scary. I didn't feel safe, there were no eyewitnesses, and there was no surveillance system in the city. Anything could happen to me at night and nobody would even know how to find me later on.

I quickly turned around and started walking away hastily to the other side of the park, trying to show how I was no paying attention to him. My heartbeat accelerated as I felt my palms sweat and fingers grow colder.

"Miss." He growled and grabbed my forearm from behind me, forcefully turning me around. He was now facing me. How did he even get behind me so fast? I didn't even hear his footsteps.

"May I help you?" I asked, pulling my arm back from him.

"I need you to come with me." He reached out for my arm again, as if to drag me with him.

"On what grounds?" I took a step back, playing the smartass.

"We need to take you down to the police station for questioning. You have valuable government information." He said and quickly grabbed my arm, tightening his grip around it.

"What government information?" I nearly shrieked. "Let me go, officer!" I winced at the pain that was shooting up my arm, caused from his tight squeeze. I suppressed that shriek, but started to feel panic rising up to my throat.

"That's not possible." He said with a voice filled with malice. Something was definitely off in this whole situation.

"I have my rights!" I hollered and pulled, but he didn't let go. Another wave of pain shot up my arm as I felt weak and unable to protect myself. My heartbeat raced and adrenaline kicked in, along with it my biological 'fight or flight' instinct. Before I even realized it, I kicked the officer with my knee right in the abdomen. He let go of my arm and bent over, clutching his stomach, and only then realization hit me. My hands went over my mouth and nose.

Well, I was going to go to jail for this, how's that for a new day?

He unfolded himself and looked up at me. His eyes were freakishly red, as if I was staring at the devil, and his facial expression gave very clear signs that he was pissed. People didn't have glowing red eyes.

I started running away from him, leaving my things behind in the park. I frantically screamed for help, but no one was around in this godforsaken town this time of night. Fearing for my life, I sprinted across the small park to the other side, where I saw in the corner of my eye the cop car driving to where I would have to exit the park, as I wasn't skilled in parkour to jump over fences. The officer was still running after me, but before I could turn around somewhere, I met the exit of the park.

In what seemed to be milliseconds, the cop car hit the brakes right in front of the exit as my ears were penetrated by the sound of screeching tires and my eyes glanced to the dark leftover tire marks. The car door opened so I couldn't go elsewhere. Caught up in my panic, confusion and obvious lack of tactic, unconsciously I slowed down and the cop tackled me from behind and shoved me straight into the vehicle.

My heartbeat pulsed in my head as all of a sudden, seatbelts on the backseat flew around me on their own, locking me into place. Even more oddly, the officer went to the other side of the car and jumped into the driver's seat. Even in my disoriented state, I couldn't understand what I just saw. How did the car drive itself here?

He began to drive somewhere, and I struggled, but couldn't escape. Because of how he slammed me into the hunk of metal, my ribs hurt badly.

"Let me out!" I yelled at the cop, feeling my throat strain itself from the intensity of my voice. "Let me go!" I hollered at him. He turned to me and shot me an evil smirk, before disappearing from the seat right in front of my eyes.

I gasped in shock, seeing his body tear apart and fray away, light blue and white pieces disappearing into thin air, as if they were never here at all.

I shrieked for all I was worth. I couldn't understand any of this! This must have been some kind of sick joke, or a nightmare, it just had to be! My chest rose and fell so quickly as I grasped for as much air as I could. The car drove somewhere far away out of town, the burble noises coming from the engine filled the inside, along with my screams. It suddenly started to break harshly as the seatbelts kept me in place from falling forward and dying. I tried opening the door from the back, but it wouldn't budge.

"What are you?!" I screamed.

"Your worst nightmare."An evil voice replied through the sound system. That malicious voice belonged to the officer! Or whatever illusion of an officer it was. My heart felt as if it would explode any minute now, my ears started buzzing from the angst, and my throat tightened to the point where I thought I would no longer breathe after this night.

The seatbelts tightened around me and breathing became so challenging. The seatbelts were so tight they started cutting into my skin was going to rupture.

"Why are you doing this?!" I shrieked out as I felt so helpless, uncared for, and unimportant to this world and my family. Was I really going to die by suffocation of an inanimate object? "Why me?"

"Because you are close to the Autobots." It replied, growling every syllable.

"I don't even know what that is!" Hot tears streamed down my face as my mouth stayed open. "Stop torturing me!" My voice started breaking as I thought of giving up.

My skin started bleeding from the pressure the seatbelts applied. I hissed at the unwanted pain. An odd thing happened though, the moment my blood stained the seatbelts, they retracted speedily. But for God's sake, this hurt!

"Gah!"The thing screamed and flung the seatbelts back into place. I was free of the seatbelts, now how the hell do I get out of the car?! "You'll pay for ruining my interior!"It hollered.

I spit on the dash as the car opened its passenger door in the middle of the dark street, and its seats shoved me out, sending me into a midflight. I landed very harshly on my arm, yelping in pain as the concrete met my arms, hands and elbows, leaving bloody scrapes.

As I tried to regain my vision, hissing in pain and not even daring to look at the state of my palms, I had to somehow stand up and get away. That's when I heard clicks, whirrs and decompression noises behind me. Hastily turning around, I looked up, as whatever thing was there was very tall.

The car was suddenly gone, and an alarmingly big, metal robot stood in front of me. I couldn't make out anything else, other than the fact that it had two red lights, on something I only supposed was a head. Where they really lights? Or eyes? Yeah, definitely eyes. They looked at me bloodthirstily and I really thought I was going to die. I screamed from the top of lungs at the sight of the robot.

Wait, robot?! This must be what the news were talking about! They were, for once, right!

The robot reached for me as I couldn't get up and run away fast enough, I only felt its metal fingers curl around me, as if I was nothing more than a toy, as heavy as a feather. It suffocated me slowly and lifted me up around 15 feet from the ground.

But here's the kicker, the metal was warm.

Just as I was lifted off the ground, I heard a deafening clang, as if metal on metal had been punched together. I was thrown up around 4 feet above the ground, as my hair whipped my face, but soon enough, I was in free fall.

I crashed into the ground, screaming in pain at the contact my body made with the concrete. I think I broke my right rib, because the pain on the right of my chest cavity was agonizing. Agonizing didn't even cover the burning feeling, the headache and baffling pressure that rose in my head, or the panic that ensued after seeing blood spatters on the ground just beneath me.

I didn't know where to go, but I knew I didn't want to stay here, so crawled away from the scene, ever so slowly. The only thing keeping me alive was the adrenaline pumping in my veins, because this was a life and death situation.

Somehow, I stood up, looking for my attacker, and just as I looked up I saw two blue lights above me, fixated on me.

Another wave of uneasiness, shock and terror washed over my body, leaving me frozen in place. I couldn't even run for heaven's sake!

The oddest thing was, this was another set of lights, or eyes. It was another robot, also black in color. It suddenly looked to the right and I heard a bang, like a cannon just fired. I looked at the robot that tortured me, whom I managed to locate and I saw that it was sparking from his shoulder, and leaking some weird, blue liquid from the same spot, too.

I looked at the blue-eyed black robot, only faintly realizing that he was telling me something. I couldn't make out what, but it didn't take a genius to realize he was telling me to run. My body and mind were disconnected, as my mind yelled at me to move, but the body didn't cooperate. I just stood there like a freaking statue, too afraid to move, to confused to understand.

I heard a strong pow, as I immediately went to shield my ears from the loud noise. The blue-eyed robot stepped in front of me to shield me from the red-eyed robot. The ground shook as I landed on my knees from the impact. There was another strong hit, and before I knew it, something swept over me, a type of hot liquid. Some of that liquid found its way in my mouth, and unfortunately, I gobbled it up accidentally, before I could even cough it out. The liquid was too smooth, an disgusting, utterly foreign taste of metal.

I coughed up a little bit of it, but it was already in my organism.

Suddenly, it became shockingly silent. Whatever happened between the moment I swallowed the weird liquid, and the deafening silence, I completely missed. There seemed to be no clue to the other robot's whereabouts, as it must have fled. My ears were useless at this point, as they started hurting and buzzing. I covered them up with my hands and they were freezing cold.

I looked at the blue-eyed robot, who was standing in front of me.

I scrambled back as far away as I could until the burning pain from my palms, legs and chest thwarted me from doing so. My eyes were still watering and my lips were frowning.

Some sort of odd, faintly glowing, blue liquid was dripping from the blue-eyed robot's torso. The robot motioned for me to leave, although I had no idea where to go, and I heard a very faint 'run', but despite all that, I stood still. The robot nudged me with a metallic finger as my body trembled from fear. I went completely deaf here, thanks to all the falling, hitting, ingesting strange liquids and getting frightened to death by massive robots, I'm really surprised I didn't pass out or even die.

Sooner rather than later, I realized that I should run away from this robot too, before it decides it wants to kill me for some incoherent reason. I ran away for as far as I could, but I soon fell on my knees, as moving my torso brought me a burning pain that took my breath away. I felt heat emitting from my knees, and when I looked at them, they were hideous, stained with blood and dirt, that ended up on my clothes as well.

As I tried standing up, but the moment my knees started shaking and I started letting out cries of pain, I knew that I couldn't. I hadn't had the strength.

Where the hell was Ron when you needed him?! The guy basically left me to fend for myself and get murdered!

Suddenly, Ron's truck appeared on the dark street, as rain began to fall. Out of the truck, Ron came out and ran up to me, picking me up from the ground.

Finally, I had someone's embrace to calm me down. How could I even explain to Ron what I was just exposed to?

Explanations aside, I was elated to see him. I cried and sobbed into his shirt and I held him tight, trying to push away the pain from my chest and arms. He moved his head to my ear, as if to whisper something in it, just as the rain intensified and thunderbolts cracked around us.

I concentrated as much as I could, but it was really hard to make out the words.

"You're here..." I spoke faintly, but I didn't know if he heard me or not.

"Does thi- mean you'r- sorr-... and yo- don't hate me anymo-?" I made out the words faintly as my ears buzzed incessantly.

Hate him? I could have kissed him how happy I was to have him here!

The thought should have ended there, but my body already reacted on its own.

My lips were already on his.

He froze for a moment, but didn't let go of the embrace. His lips were so gentle and firm on mine, reciprocating the motion.

The moment lasted a couple of seconds before he broke it. I winced, as I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't hold this pain anymore. I felt a sickening dizziness in my head, saliva piling up in my mouth and I was almost going to fall on the ground, but Ron had quick reflexes. He managed to keep me in his arms, bridal style, as I was going limp.

He laid me down in the passenger seat of his truck as I finally gave out.