𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 | ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ

Chapter 3: Skyfall

"We gotta stop and get my bag." She urges, "Whatever floats your boat." I snort as Bumblebee comes to a stop by said bag. The girl hops out and quickly grabs her stuff before hopping back in and into the backseat. "So where do you fit in, in all of this? Are you some alien hunter or something?" The boy questions. "Wow, where's the courtesy nowadays, did your parents breed that gene out of you kid? And for your information I prefer Cryptic Hunter." I snort leaning back in the seats. The boy scoffs, "Kid? We're the same age, do your parents know where you are little girl, or did they not teach you to be kind to your peers. Wait, don't tell me, did they forget to put that in the gene pool too?" The boy snaps back. I quirk my eyebrow at him. "My parents are dead, what's your excuse?" I rebut, The boy's eyes grow wide at the information. The car settles into a thick silence, "My name is Sam." He finally caves, "I'm Mikaela." The girl pipes in, "I'm Trace." I inform stiffly.

The car ride continues in silence for a while, "This car's a pretty good driver." Mikaela whispers. "I know. Why are you sitting in that seat, there? Maybe you should sit in my lap." Sam mumbles in return. I feel the tension become unstable, I can feel both their eyes on me but I keep my eyes looking out the window. "Why?" She finally questions, "Well, I have the only seat belt here. You know, safety first." Sam answers cleverly. There's a pregnant silence, "Yeah, all right." She agrees gently trying to come over the seats. I shift to make room for her as she makes her way into his lap.

"You all right?" I hear Sam whisper, "Yeah." She whispers back, finally settling in. "Okay, there you go. There, see? That's better." He chuckles, Mikaela lets out a small laugh, "You know, that seat belt thing was a pretty smooth move." She laughs quietly. "Thank you." He chuckles in return, "You know what I don't understand?" Mikaela questions and Sam hums in return. "Why, if he's supposed to be, like, this super-advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?" She whispers.

My eyes blow wide as the car suddenly shifts, turning diagonal in the middle of the street, "Fuck!" I grunt jerking with the car. "Get out." Bumblebee demands, My eyes widen when the door opens and engine revs urging us out. "Whoah! Whoa! Oh, see? No. Get- no, that doesn't work. See?" Sam panics as both he and Mikaela get out of the car. "Move it, you moron!" A driver screams, The car still doesn't move. "I didn't say shit!" I scoff, "I ain't getting out NBE," I grunt crossing my arms. "Have it— Your way." He responds shutting the door and pulling off.

I gasp when suddenly I'm pressed against the side of the door. "Bumblebee What the fuck!" I screech as he's driving on two side wheels and not all four. "I— Warned you—honey" He responded, "God Fuck you!" I hiss. I yelp when suddenly there's a tingle running through the car and then we're back on four wheels. "What the hell was that?" I question, "Just a—Clean up." He responds with a rev of his engine, one that sounded more clean and powerful. Finally looking around I see the interior has been remodeled into something cleaner and new. "Holy shit, you're sexy." I awe running my hands over the new leather seats, I smirked when I felt the leather heat up but the radio made no comment. Bumblebee comes to a stop in front of a shocking Sam and Mikaela. "Well? Like the new look?" I grin and they hurriedly climb in. 

Bumblebee takes off down the road again, this time faster than before, but he eventually slows then comes to a stop. Stepping out of the car to see we're in front of a monument, but it's seconds later I know why. Meteors fall from the sky and my mouth falls open, "They're coming, aren't they?" I question. "Affirmative." Bumblebee answers. I blindly pull at my bag, too focused on the meteors to pull away. I finally yank out my notebook and open a blank page, scribbling out the date and recording how many falling aliens.

Bumblebee then urges us back into the car, stuffing my book back into my bag. We all scramble to get into the car, from there Bumblebee drives us to an abandoned location. From there trucks and car of all kinds pull into the same space. I hurry out of the car and watch as they all transform into large robots. I'm in awe of the sight. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?" The one in front of us asks, the leader it seems. If I had to guess I guess he's the rumored Optimus Prime.