I Found An Autobot 2.0

IVORY woke with a migraine. He body ached in pain and her whole existence seemed to cause her even more pain, if possible. She didn't open her eyes, simply laying there wondering who the hell hit her with when it felt like a plane had.

She hurt all over.

She then decided to open her eyes slightly to see she was in the passenger seat of a car. The door left open. She winced as she picked up her head and shifted.

"Ouch ouch ouch... ouch ouch... " Was all that came from her mouth as she stepped out of the car. It was a nice fancy vehicle... a nice shade of blue.

She knew her cars very well.

She knew this car was a Bugatti Vernon. She learned most of everything about them being alone in that house. She had nothing to do but sit around, she figured she'd research random things and she ended up getting hooked on cars.

She turned her head slowly; taking in her surroundings. She was in some kind of abandoned factory but no one was around.

"Hello? " Her voice echoed.

It was dark, probably the middle of the night... Water dripped from the old rusty leaking pipes on the ceiling.

She turned back to the car with curiosity. "Someone had to of driven this here... so where are they?

Ivory sighed. " Who found me? Who hit me..? "

Ivory froze.

'Oh god. I've been kidnapped. Just great. '

She thought in fear. She grabbed an old pipe laying on the ground and walked towards the doors, they were blocked by large metal shelves. She looked to the windows, too tall to reach... the garage sliding door was also blocked by collapsed metal beams...

But if there was no way out, how did she get in? How did the car get in?

The only way in or out was a large opening in the roof on the right corner of the building it looked as if someone or possibly something like Mother Nature had torn it off...

'Maybe there's a ladder on the outside of the building leading to the roof. But that wouldn't explain how to get down inside here, and how a car could've gotten in here...'

She thought to herself.

But the longer she thought about it the more her head began to hurt; she felt herself grow nauseated. She wobbled, letting the pipe fall to the floor with a loud echoing clang.

She let out an awful sounding cough and fell to her knees, her injuries probably worsening. She breathed deeply in and out before collapsing in a heap.

Not good.

Ivory woke again hours later, her external wounds; the scratches and scrapes, the nose, had all stopped bleeding and dry blood caked her skin.

She groaned in disgust and sighed. She continued laying there on the concrete ground, she looked to her right and seen the blue car still sitting there. It hadn't moved and no one had yet to come inside.

So maybe she hasn't been kidnapped? But that still didn't explain how she got here.

She was cold, hurt, tired, hungry, and dying of thirst. She picked herself up slowly, and leaned against the car. It was beat up pretty bad, several deep scratched and dents layered the car. At closer inspection, she found tiny holes. One of which had something stuffed inside. She pried it out and furrowed her brows.

"Bullets? " She ran a finder over the side of the car and the bullet holes, she felt the car literally shudder. She dropped the bullet and backed away with a gasp.

"Oh my god. "

She came to the realization. She glanced at the hole in the roof and back to the car and pieced everything together.

"This is- you're- one of them? The transformers?"

Ivory shook with fear. "But... are you good... or bad... are you even alive? "

She grabbed the metal pipe and poked the car.

Nothing.

"Hey! " She coughed, feeling her legs grow weak. She breathed heavily, her ribs aching. "I know what you are. No point in hiding anymore. "

The car didn't move. She hesitantly poked it again before putting the pipe down. Maybe it wasn't responding because of those bullet holes. It was injured, just like she was.

Maybe it was asleep because of that. She opened the drivers door and carefully sat inside. She ran her hand over the steering wheel and glanced at the passenger seat. Her blood caked the black seat. She grimaced and look in the back seat.

Nothing.

She looked out the cracked windshield and noticed a twinge of red on it. She got out and inspected it. Her mouth went agape and realized where that dent came from and why the glass was cracked.

This thing, whether good or bad, hit her that night! Ivory backed away in fear.

Was it purposely?

Was it trying to kill her?

There were so many questions and no answers. She sat down I an attempt to calm herself, her wounds ached and she reopened her scrapes. Fresh blood dropped down her arm and onto the concrete.

She was tired of this. Of waking up, piling more questions on top of more questions, bleeding, feeling pain and passing out again.

She stood up, using the metal pipe as a crutch. She noticed the symbol on the front grill. "Autobot. So you're good guy then... maybe you hit me by accident. Running from who ever did this to you..."

She said as she ran a finger over a bullet hole again. No shudder this time though. "I'll guess I can help you... But after that, you help me. I want to get away from here, and you're gonna take me wherever I want to go once you're fixed. Then we'll be on our separate ways.... Got it? "

The car remained still. "Don't say anything if you agree. "

Silence.

As she predicted.

She smiled to herself and explored the abandoned factory around her for somethings to aid her in fixing this alien robot. She then realized she signed herself up for something way out of her league.