A/N
Here's chapter four of Prime Karma. I'm almost where I wanna be before I publish this again. Hopefully in a couple more days It'll be out, but I honestly don't know. Enjoy :)
Four
A couple hours later found the cousins in a police station, one of them sitting nervously while the other was pacing agitatedly. The cops had taken the cuffs off Sam but had left them on Karma after her show of aggression when they tried to separate the two. She hadn't physically attacked any of the police, but they weren't taking any chances, it seemed.
Karma's leg was killing her, and her pacing didn't help, but she couldn't sit still. Sam was trying his damndest to convince the cops that he was not, in fact, on drugs. Any time one of the cops tried to get Karma to talk the teen would glare at them, a sneer alighting her face.
It was clear that the cop interrogating them was getting annoyed. "Okay, kid. Time to fill 'er up." He stated, holding out one of those urine sample cups.
"What are y'all taking, nowadays, hmm? Whippets, Goofballs? Some Wowie Sauce with the guys?" Karma rolls her eyes, silently mocking the cop behind his back.
The teen walked over to the man silently, Sam watching her out of the corner of his eye. The cop startled when he finally registered Karma's presence. The girl could be insanely quiet when she really wanted to be.
"He's not on any damned drugs, you fuckwad. He's sleep deprived and clearly hallucinating. My cousin hasn't slept in a good couple of days, and you're not helping any." Karma practically snarled, wishing (not for the first time) that she had the use of her hands. Oh how she'd love to slap that stupid cup out of the cop's hands.
"Right. Then what exactly are these?" The cop pulled a bottle of pills out of the pocket in his coat. "'Mojo' is that what y'all are doing nowadays?"
Karma went slack jawed at the absolute dumbassness of the bastard in front of her. "Mojo is a name, dipshit. For a dog. Those pills are pain meds; Sam had them because he's an idiot and didn't put them up. Because, y'know we have a dog. Did you get the part where we had a dog?"
The teen moved forward slightly, slowly getting in the man's face. She watched out of her peripherals as his hand went towards his gun. Her blue eyes snapped back to the cop's face.
"Try anything, and I'll have you on the floor before you can so much as utter the word back-up into that lil' walkie-talkie ya got."
The police had given up trying to question Sam and Karma, the girl butting in on every question and easily shutting them down. It was safe to say that they were more than happy to let the pair go when Ron came to collect them.
Three days passed without any other incident, the moment with the Camaro-turned robot sent to the back burner of Karma and Sam's minds. That is, until a loud rumble was heard from their front yard, Mojo stirring up a storm with his barking. Sam walked over to the kitchen windows, setting down a jug of milk on his way.
Karma had just finished making them breakfast when a shriek tore its way from Sam's throat. At the ungodly noise, Karma was quick to run to her cousin, easily forcing him away from the window and the apparent cause of Sam's panic. She soon understood just what it was that had caused the male his distress.
Sitting in the driveway of their house was none other than the Camaro that had started all this trouble in the first place. Karma groaned. She turned around, intending to warn Sam to not go outside before letting out a sharp curse. The moron had already gone out to the garage, taking Judy's bike and running for it.
"Fuck." Karma hissed before taking off after her cousin. She didn't have another motorcycle, or even an actual bike, but she did have a skateboard. What can she say, she went through a faze. And now it was paying off.
The other teen was already far ahead of Karma, so far in fact, that she couldn't even see where he went. Her phone rang, startling her. She looked down at the caller ID quickly, not letting her eyes leave the road in front of her for too long. It was Sam. How convenient.
"Where the fuck are you?" She hissed through the phone, her breathing slightly labored from having to push for momentum.
"Just up the hill. Past the Burger King on Daily and Main. I can't see Satan's Camaro anymore, I think I lost it, but I'm not sure. I'm heading to the junkyard down by Bay Road."
"I'll meet you there. Don't do anything stupid."
That scrapyard wasn't exactly close to Karma, but thankfully for her, she knew a shortcut. Taking a sharp turn, Karma cut across someone's yard, quickly jumping off the skateboard so she could run through the grass faster. When she was in the clear, she threw the board back onto the street, hopping on and shoving off with her foot.
Just as Karma makes it over the hill, the scrap yard in sight, she sees Sam run out from an old building, knocking someone off of their moped. Michaela. The teen was just about to yell to the boy, when something massive exploded from the building, clearly following the male.
Her blue eyes got impossibly wide when she was met with the form of yet another robot. Something about this one made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, a shiver running across her spine. The robot's red eyes glanced up, and Karma was quick to hide behind the corner of a building, holding her breath and hoping the beast hadn't seen her.
The sudden rev of an engine breaks the silence, startling Karma enough for her to look out to the street again. There was the Camaro that Sam had been so intent on avoiding, and now the male and Michaela were climbing inside, all too eager to escape the beast. Karma let out a groan.
Either she catches the speeding Camaro, or she chases it on her board. Only one of those options was looking even remotely considerable. She lets out a huff of air before turning around and skating back down the hill. She pulls out her phone and texts Sam.
Meet me down by the power plant. Y'all need to get away from that hellion and I need a lift. -K
I'll see what I can do. -S
Sam had a point. If the Camaro didn't do as her cousin asked, she was fucked.
Karma needn't have worried. Within the hour, the Camaro was crashing through the gates of the power plant, drifting to a stop and throwing out its passengers. Karma was quick to pick up her board and run (limp really) over to the pair. Her leg hadn't healed entirely when this whole escapade had started and it was starting to catch up to her.
The sound of another engine had Karma turning back towards the entrance to the power plant. Coming in the same way as the Camaro was a Saleen Mustang police car. The words "To Punish and Enslave" were written into the side of the car's wrap. This must've been the monster that had barreled after Karma's cousin and Michaela.
The other two teens were quick to pull Karma out of the way, worried that the shellshocked female would get crushed were the robots to start fighting. Whirring came from the Camaro, and they watched once again as the Chevy transformed, arms and legs slowly forming from the body of the car. The doors to the car moved to the robot's back, the headlights coming up to rest on the chest plates with the wheels creating forearms.
It was just when the Camaro finished transforming that the Mustang ran and tackled the robot to the ground, the two of them rolling together down a small hill. Angry clicks brought the trio's attention to a mini scrap master.
Karma has the reason to start running, easily forcing the two to follow her. The pain in her leg rises to her attention any time she places weight on it, but it's sent to the back burner of her mind when the little hellion chasing them decided that then would be a great time to test its luck.
The beast jumps onto Karma, clawing at her face, chest, and neck. It gets in a couple of good gashes before something catches Karma's eyes. Not even a few feet away was her skateboard, probably dropped when they started running. The mini scrap master pauses when it notices the sadistic gleam that lights in Karma's bright blue eyes.
Before the hell beast can realize what's happening, Karma reaches for her discarded board, shoving the thing off of her. When she's standing again, she lets out a yell, smashing the board into the scrap master, watching as the wood splinters, some of it getting stuck in the metal of the demon-spawn. A bright, nearly glowing liquid is gushing from the wounds caused by the metal and wood skateboard. She can't help the almost crazed laugh that leaves her.
Karma doesn't let up, not until the board in her hands is useless against the creature. When she's finally done bashing the hell beasts cranium in, Michaela and Sam are both standing by her side. The remains of both the skateboard and the scrap master are covered in that blue-green liquid, glowing brightly in the setting light of the sun. Someone takes the board carefully from Karma's hands, but the teen is too entranced by the liquid staining her palms to truly take notice of anything else.
She's only brought back to reality by the sudden and intense burning she feels on her arms, face, neck, and torso. Looking down, she sees multiple free-bleeding gashes and other sorts of cuts on her body. The blue liquid had splashed into the wounds, bubbling and mixing with the scarlet of her blood, turning the skin surrounding the area a purple-ish color. That couldn't have been a good sign.
A hand falls on her shoulder and it takes everything in her to not take the hand and throw its owner over her shoulder and onto their back. Looking back up, Karma meets the hazel eyes of Sam. It was his hand on her shoulder. The male looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't, working his mouth to try and get the right words to come out.
He didn't need to say anything. They both remembered what it was like when Karma got like this. Every now and then, the teen had a brief relapse to how she was before she joined the Witwicky's. When she'd been in the foster system, she was forced to fight for survival, especially since most of the time the caretakers paid no attention to the older kids. Karma had always had a more dangerous and disturbing side to her, a side she tried not to let out all too often.
Earth quaking footsteps brought them out of their staredown, watching as the Camaro-turned robot walked up to them, no worse for wear. The police-bot was nowhere to be seen.
Karma was the first to walk over to the yellow being, ignoring the arguing between the couple behind her. The blue-eyed robot and her had a small staring contest for a bit before Karma decided to speak.
"Ya got a name, bud?" She asked the yellow giant.
The robot made a so-so motion with his hands, the doors on his back fluttering slightly, like wings. As she continued to study him, Karma noticed a few details that started to make some things fall into place. At the robot's throat sat some strange looking wiring, a slightly blue-ish tint to it. For some reason, it made her think of the scars littering her body.
He kept the paint from the Camaro, most of the strips going along his chest and head, as well as some black streaks up his forearms and legs. At his feet were the hubcaps to the wheels of the Camaro. And, hiding the lower half of his face was some kind of covering, almost like a mask the more Karma thought about it.
"You can't speak, can you?" Karma questioned, tilting her head slightly.
The robot nodded, an almost sad whirring coming from behind the "mask". It made sense, the "scars" at its throat, the mask over what Karma assumed was its mouth. That's when Michaela and Sam decided to make their presence known, Michaela still muttering under her breath.
"If it'd come to hurt us, it would've done so already. Plus, Karma looked like she was talking to it." Sam stated, his hazel eyes locking with Karma's blue ones.
Yellow beeped slightly, as if to confirm the male's statement. Suddenly, the robot glanced down at Karma, gesturing to her injuries. Michaela was the first to say something.
"Karma, are you sure you don't need to see anyone? Those don't look too good."
"I'll be fine. Besides, there's not really anything anyone can do. And, I don't think we'd be able to explain just what had happened to cause them, anyway." Karma replied, walking closer to the metal giant.
"Right, and I get that, but uh… they're kinda glowing." She said in astonishment.
Looking down, Karma made a noise of acknowledgement. Michaela was right. The blue liquid that had been dulled when mixing with her blood was glowing nice and bright, just like it did when it first came out of the mini scrap master. The blue was overpowering the scarlet of the true blood, but it still had a tinge of purple in it.
"Huh. So they are. Peculiar."
Karma said nothing else, looking back at the behemoth of Yellow.
"So, what's up with you? I assume you didn't just have a giant fight to the death for shits and giggles. Do you have any way of communicating with us?" Karma asked, hands coming to rest on her hips.
Yellow seemed to pause and think, before more clicking noises came from him.
"XM Satellite Radio… Digital Cable… Broadcasting systems." Chunks of radio warbled out from Yellow.
Karma's eyes widened. "Of course, the radio." How did she not think of something as simple as that. All you needed was to find the correct frequency and bam! You'd have every radio station on Earth available to you.
"We have a winner… Thank you, thank you. You're beautiful." Yellow 'said', clapping along with his words. Karma couldn't help smiling at the human gesture.
"Alright, now that we have an efficient way to communicate, what was up with everything that happened the other night?"
"Message from Starfleet Captain… the anonymous vastness of space… rained down from the heavens, Hallelujah!" Yellow 'explained', different snippets of voices coming through his radio.
"So, what, you're an alien?" Michaela asks, her fear seemingly forgotten.
Yellow claps before pointing at her, transforming back into the Camaro. The human gesture just made Karma smile.
"Anymore questions ya'd like ta ask?" The radio questions, leaving his doors open for the humans.
Karma was the first to get in, climbing into the driver's seat. She was excited to finally have something happening that wouldn't bore her to death. The other two were less ready, a small and quiet arguing happening outside the vehicle.
The female took it into her own hands. "Y'all getting in or not? I wanna see what happens before my death, thanks."
Yellow made a sound from a clapping baseball stadium. Just from that fast interaction, Karma had a feeling that her and Yellow would get along just fine.