Heart of The Special Chapter 4: The Girl of My Dreams, a lego movie fanfic

Before I could officially react, the robots had me handcuffed to the giant machine in the middle of the room. Every time it beeped, I screamed, hoping to get someone's attention. "Am i going to die?" I asked, when the good cop looked at me.

"Don't worry, you'll live!" he encouraged.

His phone buzzed and he picked it up. "Yes, sir?" He paused. "I told him he'll live so he won't try to escape." He walked away. "What?" I cried.

"Hold still!" a surprisingly high robotic voice calls behind me. I heard a creaking sound behind me and then a large buzz, which turned into humming. My back started growing warm in a small spot. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! That is gonna start hurting really soon!" I cried. I tried to move out of the machine but it was no use. The handcuffs were too tight. "Ow, ow, ow, ouch!" I cried.

The door burst open. A hooded figure started beating up the robots. I couldn't see most of it, but I heard crashing, zapping, thudding, and shuffling. Then, she jumped up on me and raised a wrench. "No, no, no, no, please!" I cried. "Please don't kill me!" I closed my eyes, bracing for impact. I heard a clank, and peeked. I gasped. She freed me. She removed her hood to show the beautiful girl from before. She held out her hand, dropping the wrench. "Come with me if you want to not die."

I smiled at her. I grabbed her hand. She yanked me up and began to take off. The good cop came back in the room with a plate of croissants. "How's the melting going?" he asked cheerfully, only to discover the girl taking me out. "Hey! The Special's escaped! Get him!" I heard him cry as we left.

She held my hand the entire time, outside the police station and into an alleyway behind some apartments. "The tunnel's this way!" she said.

"Why did you-" I tried before I fell. I landed in an empty trash can, my head getting stuck. "Oh, sir, you're brilliant!" her muffled voice exclaimed. I heard clicking and then the trash can popped off. "I...I am?" I asked.

"We'll build a motorcycle to get to the tunnel!" she said, ignoring me.

"So, uh, I didn't get what we're doing here...or, your name," I said. I watched her practically fly around the alley way, grabbing pieces from the buildings and just lying around, and putting them together. I watched in awe. I've never seen anyone build so fast, let alone, without instructions. "It's brilliant, sir, that you've pretended to be a useless nobody. But you can drop the act around me."

"Oh...act," I said, disappointed. She flipped her build over to reveal a super cool looking motorcycle with flames coming out the exhaust pipes. "Woah!" I exclaimed.

"Hop on," she said.

"So, uh, where are we going?" I asked. She hasn't told me her name yet but maybe I can find out where we're going? "We have to meet with Vitruvius to tell him the piece has been found."

The cop, and his robots above us, shot down a train rail, causing it to flame and crash to the ground we're driving on. I screamed as she swerved around police cars and their lasers. "Will you please tell me what's happening?" I cried.

"I'm rescuing you, sir," she replied.

"Rescuing me?" I repeated.

"You found the Piece of Resistance," she said. "The prophecy states that you are the most talented-" I smiled, "most interesting, most important, and most extraordinary person in the universe."

My smile grew. That's what it says? That's what she says? Maybe I can learn to live with this! First, I'm a nobody, and now, I'm a somebody! This is great! "That is you, right?" she asked.

"Uh..." I hesitated. I can't just lie to her. But then again, no one's ever called me all those things before. Maybe, I can show her I am all those things. "...yes," I finished.

"Good, you drive," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Watch out for the police," she said. She jumped off the motorcycle and jumped at the police helicopters. "I want to go home!" I cried, trying to not crash. A yellow house fell off a truck and landed n front of me. "That's not what I meant!" I screamed and drove through the house, up the stairs, narrowly dodging a basketball, and crashing through the wall.

I gripped the handles tightly and held on for my life. Please don't crash, please don't crash, please don't crash, please don't crash! I turned away from a car. "I'm sorry! I've never driven a motorcycle before!" I crashed into a car. "Sorry!" I slowed down and crashed another. "Sorry! I don't know what I'm doing!"

The motorcycle started spinning. I think I crashed more cars but all I could hear was my screaming. She came back on the motorcycle, behind me. "Wow! You're even better than the prophecy states!"

"Oh, uh, I am?" I asked.

"I'm...I'm Wyldstyle," she said.

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked, turning away from another car.

"I'm Wyldstyle," she repeated.

"Wyldstyle?" I asked.

"Yep," she said.

"That's your name? Wild-style?"

"Yes," she said, irritated.

"Are you a DJ or something?"

"No, that's my name."

"Like, that's what it says on your birth certificate? Wyldstyle?" I checked.

"Can we stop talking about my name" she cried.

"Uh...we have a problem!" I cried.

"Hold on, sir," she said. She began flying around me, shifting pieces. "What are you doing?"

She landed back on the motorcycle, which started flying. "What is happening?" I cried, my hands shaky.

"Fly towards that tunnel," she said.

"That's the city borders!" I cried.

"I don't care!" Wyldstyle said. "Fly! Fly! Fly!"

"I-I can't!" I said, turning around. The ship wobbled but it stayed in the air. "That's against the instructions!" I cried.