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Chapter 9: Change Is All Around Us

All three of us inside the yellow rusted car clung onto the seats for dear life as the car put itself into drive and sped out of the temporary hiding place. He almost hit the rear of the evil Mustang on the way out of it, but the police cruiser was Saleen tuned, and was far faster than this heap of junk we bought, and it gave chase to us.

The Camaro drove out a little further and deeper into the facility's open lot, and then suddenly drifted to a stop, opening its doors mid drift, practically kicking all of us out on the hard concrete. We fell out of the car, hitting the cold and hard concrete beneath us. Scraping our arms and legs was inevitable, but dying on sight was optional.

Out of instinct, we edged away, all three sets of eyes locked on the form of the 70's muscle car.

Then our Camaro started to transfigure. I didn't know how or why, but the tires suddenly disappeared as they moved to the back of somewhere, and yellow and dark silver parts overtook them, making an inorganic arm. The same happened with the rear tires, they sprung out and became legs, and at last, a giant yellow head with two bright blue eyes came out of the chest, looking forwards, towards where a certain Mustang was.

For a moment I forgot about Sam and Mikaela and my focus was solely on the large robot. It was standing on two legs and taking a defensive stance, as if it was simply waiting for the Saleen Mustang to come. And by the sound of the American V8 engine roaring towards us, the Ford was indeed approaching at a staggering rate. We could see the black car, even in these lowlight conditions. Everything was frightening. I didn't know where I was nor how to get out of here, and all I really knew was that we were in danger, and that the sinister Ford was in our sights, coming to kill us all as the harbinger of death.

And as it was approaching us, as if by magic, the Mustang pushed itself off the ground and leaped towards the Camaro, doing a transformation and tackling the yellow muscle car at full force. The Mustang-turned-robot punched our Camaro robot, but the Camaro pushed him off.

As our bumblebee colored car got up off the ground, he motioned with his arm for us to get away. I would have ran for my life either way, if it wasn't for the black Mustang suddenly standing up on two legs and opening up its chest. Out of his black and white colored chest, a silver robot, no taller than my knee, emerged, and screamed something alien before its red eyes brightened. It was going to come after us, otherwise what would it be doing here?

For a split second, I wondered if the Camaro could poop out a little silver robot with blue eyes to stand by its side. Seeing as it didn't do so, I started to highly doubt it. Without letting more than a few seconds pass, the silver red eyed robot charged at us as the big, 20ft robots battled it out one against the other.

Sam, Mikaela and I ran away as fast and as far as our legs could carry us. I was urging Mikaela to run faster as the giant robots collided in a fistfight, and I was already making a plan behind which buildings and silos to hide, but then I heard someone falling. Since Mikaela was by my side, it had to be Sam who fell behind us.

Turning around quickly, I saw the petit silver robot gripping Sam's legs with an alien strength, managing to pull Sam to the ground. My heart quickened as I saw Sam slam against the gravel, scraping his elbows and hands. He tried to kick away the robot, but it had a far too firm grip on his jeans, and as Sam scurried away, the robot pulled on his jeans, eventually taking them off.

While at other times I might have found this funny, right now it was really scary. We were being attacked by bloodthirsty aliens and nobody was on our side.

"Run Sam!" I yelled helplessly.

"Shit, he's got me!" He yelled back. Mikaela was too frightened to do anything else but hit the robot with her miniature purse, which didn't really help matters.

As I frantically looked from one side to the other, I found to my far left construction materials and machines. Since I couldn't operate a forklift, and it would be way to dangerous, I ran for the next best thing: a drill.

"He's gonna kill me!" Sam shrieked in the distance.

I skidded on the gravel as I took it mid-run and then ran back for all I was worth. All that everyday running was starting to pay off.

Flipping a switch, the drill turned on and Mikaela saw me and jumped back. But in that same moment, Sam managed to get away from the robot's grip and ran away, unknowingly taking a wrong turn into a slope.

The sounds of explosions and metal banging against metal echoed behind us. We needed to get out of here posthaste.

As Sam stopped falling and hit a fence down the slope, the robot was ready to charge at him again.

Before the robot could do any damage to my only brother, I jumped down the slope with courage I didn't know I had and slashed the silver robot with the drill, my adrenaline reaching a whole other lever now as amok thoughts took over me. I needed to kill this thing or it would kill my brother.

I don't even know how I did it, but the only thing remaining of the robot was its head, and even then it wasn't dead.

"These things just don't die." I said, eyes wide as the robot on the ground beneath us whined, on the verge of death. Even if they were decapitated, they still functioned.

"Not so tough without a head, are you?!" Sam ignored my statement, rage and contempt filling and taking over him for the moment as he kicked the head of the robot far into the distance. A faint scream from the head greeted him as I felt a shiver go down my spine, rattling my whole body. I pressed my back against the metal fence, taking time to catch my breath. "You okay?" Sam heard my loud breathing.

"I'm okay." I breathed heavily. "Adrenaline rush has gone and now I feel like complete shit." I told him candidly.

"I feel you." He leaned against the fence as well as complete silence surrounded us. Mikaela was on the top of the slope, looking around for something.

"Guys, everything is quiet." Mikaela said. "I don't see the big robots. Are they...?"

Dead?

I hoped so.

Sam and I looked at each other and then Sam looked somewhere in the distance in my direction. "Come." He said as he moved away from the fence, taking my hand and dragging me behind him. Mikaela started to run after us as Sam tentatively went back to the place where the robots were previously fighting.

"Wait." I quietly said as Mikaela came to us. "What if they joined sides and made a stakeout?"

"What else do you want us to do?" Sam whispered back.

"Go home?" I suggested. "And forget this ever happened? " I whispered more. I was scared.

"We have to-" Sam started as we suddenly heard thunderous footsteps behind us.

My blood ran cold as I gripped Sam's hand tightly. This was exactly what I was afraid of happening.

We turned around slowly, seeing a giant robot on another elevation in front of us. "What is it?" Mikaela asked, looking at the robot apprehensively.

Sam gulped dryly. "It's a robot." I couldn't help but just stare at the being. "But like a… like a different… you know, like a super-advanced robot." The three of us just stared at the robot that was approaching the end of the elevated ground it was on. "It's probably Japanese. Yeah, it's definitely Japanese." The robot stopped walking and realization dawned.

Our Camaro was back.

But I didn't feel any safer.

Then suddenly, Sam started to walk towards the Camaro in its robot form.

"What are you doing?" Mikaela and I asked in tandem.

"I don't think it wants to hurt us, it would have done that already." Sam said, stopping in his place for the time being. I noticed how the robot blue eyes looked at us, almost softly.

As if robot eyes could look softly.

"Really?" Mikaela asked sardonically. "Well, do you speak robot? Because they just had like a giant droid death match!" She whispered at the end, so that the robot could not hear her. But the yellow robot put its fists on his hips, looking at Sam and me. I almost felt as if his look was scanning me for something.

"I think it wants something from us." Sam asked, alluding to me and him.

"What?" Mikaela and I asked at the same time. What could an alien robot possibly want from me? From us?

"Because the other one was talking about my eBay page." Sam said, approaching the robot once more, standing on the slope.

Hell no, I'm not getting into this mess.

"You are the strangest people I have ever met." Mikaela said, taking a step back.

I just wanted to go home.

"Can you talk?!" Sam suddenly yelled out at the robot without any warning. I flinched, my heartbeat speeding up a little, wondering how the robot would react. Would he squish Sam?

I waited for the answer, be it in verbal form or, I prayed that it wouldn't be, physical form.

But the robot wasn't malicious. "XM Satellite radio… Digital cable brings you… Columbia broadcasting system…" The robot switched through radio stations.

"So you… You talk through the radio?" Sam wanted to confirm.

The robot clapped in turn at Sam's confirmation. "Thank you, you're beautiful. You're wonderful, you're wonderful." It played some TV show clip.

"So what was that last night? What was that?" Sam asked again and I even though I was behind him, I could hear the smile in his voice. Perhaps this robot wasn't that bad.

What was its name again?

"Message from Starfleet, Captain… The vastness of space… Angels will rain down like visitors from heaven, hallelujah!" The radio sang.

Starfleet, space and heaven? When I connected the dots, only one thing came to mind.

Aliens.

Aliens will rain down like visitors from space.

Hallelujah.

But that means that only more of them will come to Earth, and I didn't like that.

"Visitors from heaven? What are you like an… alien or something?" Mikaela asked, looking up at the robot.

I gave her a look. I couldn't believe she could ask something so stupid. Of course it was an alien, just look at it!

I snorted almost inaudibly at her incredibly stupid question. People are really full of surprises.

But when I turned my head back towards the robot, it was no longer there. It started doing its infamous transformation and in only a few short seconds, he was back into a 70's Camaro, acting like a good car, as if he was no better than the rest of them. I stared in amazement at the ability of the robot.

"Any more questions you wanna ask?" The car asked through the radio.

Then, its door opened for us to get in.

"He wants us to get in that car." Sam said wide with eyes, almost breathless.

"And go where?" Mikaela said, standing beside me, but I could see in her movements that she did want to get back into that car.

Me on the other hand?

Not so much.

Sam looked at the car, gazing. "Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?"

Mikaela didn't say anything, but I knew that she wanted to get in that alien. I, on the other hand, did not.

"I kinda don't." I said, crossing my arms and going one step back. No way was I ever going inside an alien life form that pretended to be a piece of human machinery.

"Nicole, come on." Sam urged.

"Sam, I'm not moving." I said. I was afraid another black Mustang would come out of nowhere and this time kill us for real. "I'm scared of that thing." I glanced to the alien.

"Baby girl, I'll keep you safe." The radio said.

"I don't need your protection. I just want to go home." I said candidly.

"We'll go home, sis." Sam promised. "Just get inside."

Without really wanting to make an even bigger fight, and feeling like crap from the adrenaline rush that left my body sore and tired, I reluctantly got inside and sat in the backseat. I was afraid to touch anything. The leather was still as soft as the first day we got it, everything screamed normal inside the car.

But I knew that nothing really was.

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30.03.2015.