The Three Saviors (Old Version)

Chapter 2

Mackenzie’s P.O.V.

            I pulled up behind Mr. Whitwicky, and let just say I’m not surprised.

“Why am I not surprised?” Dawn asked.

“It’s Mr. Whitwicky,” I stated and shut off the car. Well, truck actually. Dawn and I climbed out. I gave a pat to the side of the truck. It was a dirty GMC Topkick, and an Autobot. Faith had confirmed it shortly after we had gotten it.

“Hey guys!” Faith called.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey girly,” Dawn exclaimed. Faith walked up and gave us a hug. She was careful with hugging me, knowing that my wings were against my back.

“I am not surprised that Mr. Whitwicky choose here for Sam’s first car,” Faith stated.

“Whitwicky’s have been cheap for years,” I stated. Dawn and Faith smiled and agreed.

“So who wants to help me look for a car that is not scrap?” Faith asked.

“I’ll help,” Dawn said.

“Any day,” I stated. Faith smiled and we started looking around.

            None of these cars looked to be in decent shape. Not a single one. Keep in mind this is coming from a girl who, as an angel, saw the first car available in the U.S. Looking around, I saw a car I didn’t see before. Faith and Dusk must have seen it too, because they were walking over. I walked over to the car.

“This is a 1977 Chevy Camaro,” I stated in awe.

“A ’77? Are you sure?” Faith asked.

“One hundred percent positive,” I said. This car was in better shape than the rest here.

“Let’s get in and see if there is anything wrong with the interior,” Dawn suggested.

“Sounds good, seeing how this car is 30 years old,” I stated. Faith got in the driver’s seat and I got in the passenger seat.

“Looks good,” Faith stated.

“Little dirty, but yeah it does look good,” I said. Faith wiped some dirt off of the steering wheel and froze.

“Faith, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Autobot,” Faith said.

“What?” I asked. Faith pointed to the steering wheel. Behold there was the Autobot symbol.

“Oh,” I said.

“Dawn, get Sam over here!” Faith said. I knew what she was planning and got out.

“Hey Sam! We found one we think you’ll like!” Dawn called. Sam walked over and Faith moved to the passenger seat.

“Nice,” Sam said.

“It’s a ’77, Sam, a freaking ’77,” I stated.

“How much?” Mr. Whitwicky asked.

“Considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle,” The sales man started.

“The paints faded,” Sam argued.

“But is custom,” The sales man said.

“Its custom faded,” Sam said.

“The fact that the car is rusted, the paints faded, the interior is dirty, and the plain fact that this car needs a wash lowers the price to little over four thousand,” I said.

“How do you know?” The sales man asked.

“She knows her cars, so do I and she is right,” Faith said.

“Five grand!” The sales man exclaimed.

“Not going over four, sorry,” Mr. Whitwicky said.

“Both of you out of the car,” The sales man said.

“You said cars pick their drivers,” Sam argued.

“Ones with cheap fathers, out the car,” The sales man said. Sam and Faith reluctantly got out.

“Not today my friend,” I heard Faith mutter. Faith and I walked away from the car shortly before Sam closed the driver side door. We heard something hit something else. Turning around, I saw the passenger side door hit the car next to it.

“That Autobot really wants Sam to get ‘em,” I said.

“Sam has the glasses, so of course,” Faith said. I saw Dawn’s eyes go wide as she covered her ears. A high pitched sound came not even a moment later. Faith and I were on the ground, ears covered. I looked up to see all the windows on all the cars had been shattered. Except one car. The Camaro was untouched.

“Next time Dawn covers her ears, so am I,” Faith and I said at the same time.

“Four thousand,” The sales man said in a high voice.

“Bee,” Faith muttered and shook her head.