Chapter 5
Wow! 23 reviews, 18 follows and 24 favorites! Thanks a lot guys! As a sign of my gratitude, here's the next chapter! Enjoy... I don't need to tell you what, right? xD
WARNING!
Major character deaths! Bring lots of tissues!
Witwicky Residence, 16 hours after the massacre
Sam Witwicky was just taking a sip of his morning coffee when he heard the news.
"NEWSFLASH! We just received a report that the Autobots in Washington D.C. have gone rogue yesterday and killed all N.E.S.T. troops inside their base."
The young man immediately spewed his drink and quickly rushed in front of the T.V., eyes wide in shock as the news program showed a footage of a large group of medics carrying numerous dead bodies on the stretchers while the police and military are conducting an investigation.
"Based on preliminary reports, the soldiers were just going through their daily routines when suddenly, the robots started to shoot anyone in sight. Fortunately, a group of CIA agents, who was visiting for a joint training program, was on site when the incident happened. Though most of the robots escaped, they managed to kill one of the rogues." A security footage was then shown where a group of men was firing at Topspin.
"As of now, the entire military and police forces are on high alert for these alien renegades. Civilian people are being advised to report any sightings of these vehicles to the proper authorities as soon as possible." A set of pictures with the current alt forms of the Autobots were then shown.
"Bee..." Sam whispered as he saw that a picture of his friend was included.
"We are trying to reach General Morshower for an official statement, but he's secretary stated that he is not available at the moment. Meanwhile, CIA Director Harold Attinger has just released a press statement condemning these once protectors of Earth. He promised that he and his department will do everything they can to bring these aliens to justice. In other news, famous international singer Justin Bieber was found dead in his house..."
Sam then turned of the T.V. and sank down in the sofa, unable to form a coherent thought due to the recent shocking news. He stared at the floor with wide eyes as he kept remembering Bumblebee's picture in the wanted list. His hands shaking in fear at what might happen to his former guardian, he didn't noticed his wife Carly approaching him.
"Baby, are you going to wo- Baby? Is there a problem?" She asked with concern as she saw the shaking hands of her husband.
Sam stared at her as she sat beside him. Noticing the fear in his eyes, Carly began to get nervous.
"Sam, is everything alright?" She asked.
"Bee... He's in danger..." He whispered.
"Who? Bumblebee? Why would he be in danger? What are you saying?" She frowned in confusion. But Sam didn't reply. Instead, he suddenly stood up and ran upstairs to get his cellphone.
"Hey, wait! Sam, what is happening?" Carlt demanded, clearly scared by her husband's behaviour. Running back down to their living room, he frantically search the drawers for the phonebook. Finding it, he immediately flipped through the pages until he saw Will's number. Dialling it on his cellphone, he waited impatiently for the soldier to pick up. However, he cried in frustration when it was answered by Will's voicemail.
"Sam! What the hell is happening?" Carly demanded once more as she followed him.
"It's Bumblebee... And the others... They're all in danger..." He said while looking at her with fear in his eyes.
"Sam, you're not making any sense! How can they be in danger?" Carly asked.
Sam was about to reply, but he heard a frantic knock at the door. He immediately rushed to the entrance, followed by his wife. Opening, they didn't see anyone around until a familiar voice spoke.
"Don't go there, Sam..." It said weakly.
They looked around for the source of the voice when Carly gasped in surprise and pointed at the floor. Sam followed her fingers and saw Wheelie lying down on the cement holding a stick, looking tired and battered.
"Wheelie!" He exclaimed in shock as he and Carly kneeled to help the tiny Autobot.
"What happened?" Sam asked as he supported the weak minibot.
"Base was... attacked... Topspin and the soldiers... dead..." He croaked. "The others... they escaped..."
"Wait! What about Bumblebee?" Sam asked with concern.
"Safe... But you must... not search for him... They might... hurt you..." Wheelie said weakly as his optics started to flicker.
"Who? Who did this to you guys?" The young man asked as tears were starting to form in his eyes. Beside him, Carly was also trying not to cry.
"Cemetery Wind... Do not... try and search for the others... They might... hurt you... You... must... remain... safe..." The little drone whispered one last time before his optics dimmed and he finally went into stasis lock.
2 weeks later...
Bumblebee, Hound, Drift and Crosshairs silently sat around their campfire at an abandoned junkyard.
After their last meeting with Ratchet, the four Autobots have been traveling for days in order to reach their destination quickly. Their progress was slow, as they always take many detours to avoid detection by the various authorities scattered throughout the cities. Now, finding a safe place to rest, they sat in silence as they brood over their current situation.
"What do you think would happen to Will and the others?" Bumblebee asked.
Hound looked at him and replied. "Well, after the incident at the base, we can assume that they will be arrested. After all, N.E.S.T. were being disbanded for harboring us."
The young scout sighed in defeat before grabbing a broken old T.V. and tinkering with it.
"And so, the child decides to play." Drift commented dryly.
Bumblebee glared at him but said nothing. He continued toying with it, and when he couldn't make it work, he pulled the antenna out and discarded the monitor. The other three watched him curiously as he delicately attached the miniscule wire on a hatch in his chest then placed the antenna in his head. Turning on his projectors, Drift was shocked to see a cooking show being shown through it while Hound and Crosshairs looked at each other and grinned.
"You were saying?" Bumblebee smirked at the blue samurai, who just grumbled and remained silent.
Browsing through the channels, they came upon a news program. However, their morale immediately dropped when they heard what the anchor was reporting.
"...as the soldiers fired 21 shots in honor of their fallen comrades. Included in the bodies found on the abandoned MECH base were Lt. Col. William Lennox and Major Robert Epps, who both led the raid to retake the stolen alien weapons..."
Bumblebee slumped down on the ground in despair while Hound took of his cap and bowed his head in respect together with Drift. No one said anything for a few minutes as each of them contemplated what they just learned.
Finally, Crosshairs broke the silence. "That's it. We are now on our own." He said to his three companions. "I'll take the first watch." He stated before transforming and driving outside the junkyard to start his patrol.
The next few days, the quartet drove in silence, barely uttering a few sentences to each other as they grieved for their friends in their own ways. Soon, the scenery changed to rocky mountains all around them. Until at last, they finally stopped and transformed.
"Well, here we are kids." Hound said grimly as the four of them looked around at their new home.
1 year later...
"Come on, bro! Faster!" Sunstreaker said at his twin urgently through the comm link as they swiftly drove away from their hideout.
"I know! I know!" Sideswipe replied as the twin Corvettes sped along the road in the dead of night.
They have been hiding in the Grand Canyon for over 9 months already. The location was perfect enough for the two Autobot warriors, as there were numerous caves from which they could hide in. And so, things were going well, until a passing chopper saw two Corvettes racing along the ridges. Two days later, their hideout was discovered, forcing them to immediately flee to another safe location. Now, after being chased for 6 hours straight, they finally managed to shake off their pursuers.
Finding an abandoned compound, they immediately entered and looked for a well hidden spot. As soon as they have made sure no one was following them anymore, the twins transformed.
"Man! I thought we were goners!" The yellow twin fist-bumped his brother.
"Yeah! Good thing we were the champions of the 56th Iacon Grand Race!" The silver one said as he looked around at their new hideout.
"Say, where are we anyway?" Sunstreaker asked.
"Dunno. Looks like an old compound." Sideswipe said. He was about to say more, when his lower torso was blasted by a cannon.
"NO!" Sunstreaker wailed as he rolled to his twin brother, who collapsed on the ground.
"Run..." Sideswipe said before he went offline.
Sunstreaker howled in grief before turning around and searched for his brother's killer.
"SHOW YOURSELF!" He yelled as he slid his dual blades out of his arms. As if on cue, a mech emerged from a shadowy spot in one of the buildings and slowly approached him.
The mech was tall, as tall as Optimus Prime, with a sleek black body and a cruel face.
"Who are you?" Sunstreaker growled and pointed his swords at him.
"You don't know, Autobot? That's a shame. I was already famous throughout the galaxy even before the Great War." The mech answered in a dark voice as he stopped a few yards away.
"Just answer me! Who. Are. You!?" Sunstreaker yelled.
"I'm... your brother's killer." He said in an amused tone.
With a fierce warcry, the yellow Corvette charged at him. Stepping sideways, the black mech transformed one of his hands into a blade and tried to stab at the yellow warrior in the rear. Twisting around, Sunstreaker parried the attack with his left sword and did a horizontal slash with his right. The black mech ducked and kicked at Sunstreaker in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. Recovering immediately, the yellow Autobot charged again and did a stab at the mech's chest. The black one parried it before striking back and slicing off Sunstreaker's left arm.
The yellow swordsbot howled and rolled back away from the mech. As these were happening, James Savoy and his team arrived and stopped a hundred yards away to watch the fight.
Meanwhile, Sunstreaker clutched his wounded arm in pain as his opponent slowly approached him.
"Give up now, Autobot. Tell me where is Optimus Prime and I might let you survive." He said.
"Why do you want to know?" Sunstreaker growled back at him. Then he saw the humans that was chasing him and his brother silently watching from afar. His optics widened in realization and he turned his gaze back at the mech.
"You're helping them hunt us!?" He asked in shock.
The black Transformer chuckled. "No. They're helping me hunt you all. Now, tell me where is Optimus Prime." He said as he transformed his right hand into a Spark Extractor.
Seeing the gadget in his hands, Sunstreaker looked at him with pure hatred.
"Never!" He yelled in defiance he charged once more. Dodging the attack, the black mech grabbed his neck with his left hand while plunging the extractor deep into Sunstreaker's chest before ripping out his spark in one motion.
"Then never has come." He said darkly as he let the lifeless body of the yellow Aautobot fall on the ground. Looking at the silver twin, he placed the spark in his left hand before taking out the one from Sideswipe.
Looking back at the humans behind him, he approached them and placed the two sparks on the ground.
"Do what you want with them." He said to Savoy before walking away. Just before he transformed, the agent spoke.
"We've located your prey. He's in Mexico."
I don't need to tell you who is the black mech, right? :D
And, ummm... I know! I just killed the Twins! xD But relax, folks! This is not the end for these two! (Though I can't say the same for Justin Bieber, sorry JB fans! I just couldn't resist putting that one xD)
As for Wheelie, rest assured that he is alive. He just went into a mild stasis lock(comatose) after traveling for 16 hours straight. Don't worry, he'll appear in my future TF fic. :D
Now, for your awesome and rather dramatic reviews!
The Quarian behind the mask: Yeah, I know it's sad. T_T Anyway, here's the next chapter you've been waiting for!
TheGhost129: I did warned you all to bring lots of tissues! :D
SamN5: Don't worry about missing any chapters. You could just read all of it again. :D And about the deaths. This will be the last chapter where there is a death scene, so you can relax now. :) You'll find more tension between the samurai and the scout in the future, so please stay tuned! Thank you for your support!
centipedegirl: Please! Tell your friend to control herself! xD We have had enough violence already. xD
Answerthecall: I'm sorry! But I just have to kill these two! It's a very important plot element to my next TF fic. Don't worry, they will return! :) Thanks for your loyal support and good job with your "A Matter Of Fate"! :D
CyberKia: Thanks! Hope you enjoyed this as well and remember to bring lots of tissues!
Transformers 0: Please calm down! It won't be the last that you'll see them! I won't go into much details though! ;)
And that's it, guys! I hope I wrote the fight scene well. If you notice something wrong with it, don't hesitate to correct me. After all, I'm practicing to write these scenes as the next fanfic will be action-packed. So you're help will be much appreciated! :D
Now, regarding the deaths of our beloved Autobots. This is not the end of them! You'll have to wait for my new story next month to find out what I mean. And I won't be giving away any spoilers. :p I'll give you a hint though; TransformersBeast Wars/Beast Machine AND Transformers Prime. That's all I can say. Fans of these two series might have a clue about what I'm talking about and they are free to voice out their guesses in the reviews. But, I won't confirm anything. xD
Now, I think it's for me to rest for a bit and watch...
GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY! OH YEAH!
Until next time!