𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 | ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ

Chapter 9: The Death

"Is that your girlfriend?" The blonde bitch questions, "Uh-huh." Sam whimpers, "Ex." Mikaela points out sharply before walking away. Sam scrambles away from the blonde bitch calling out to Mikaela but he doesn't get far before that bitch's tongue comes swinging out of her mouth. "HOLY SHIT!" I scream falling back on my ass, Sam screams like a girl as I raise my arm blaster cannon quickly forming around my arm. I shot off one blast before getting to my feet, taking Sam by his shirt to drag him with me as we both went sprinting down the hall.

Mikaela who had made it halfway down the hall turns upon hearing us running, "Go! Go!" I yelled and waved at her to start running. Thankfully she has more common sense than Sam and heeds my words. All of us sprinting through the Campus, Sam pulls us into a Library where we all hide behind a bookcase. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I can't believe I almost had sex with her in my dream!" A voice whispers, throwing three books to the side I see Sam's roommate has followed us. "I can tell that you really missed me a lot, Sam!" Mikaela whispers, "Look, it's not my fault, okay?" Sam argues back in the same tone. "Oh, it's not your fault?" The girl sasses, "Listen! Listen, I'm a victim!" Sam snaps.

"You were a victim? Of what?" I scoff, "Yeah." Sam turns to now argue with me. "Of what, a little eighty pound girl?" Mikaela cuts back in, "Of, of, of molestation. It was like getting humped in the neck by a mountain ox!" Sam defends himself, "You didn't have to put your tongue in her mouth!" She fought back. "I didn't! Look!" Sam denies,

I roll my eyes, "You did!" I snap. "Look. You ever had your stomach tongued by a mountain ox with a five-foot tongue? It's not fun for me, okay, Mikaela? And it smelled like... like diesel! Like a diesel-y tinge to it!" Sam describes. "You're such a little girl!" Mikaela scoffs, "We're gonna have ten seconds of silence right now. I'm not talking to you for ten seconds." Sam demands.

I shot the boy a glare, "You can't give me the silent treatment! You know what?" Mikaela fumes, "I'm not talking to you for ten seconds. You have three seconds left." Sam argues holing up fingers to count down. I swing my hand and smack the back of his head, "You know what? You can give me the silent treatment all you want, but you can't keep me from talking." Mikaela sneers. "What were you gonna say?" Sam questions, "I hope you had a lot of fun, because this, this is over." Mikaela finally hissed. "She violated your orifice with her nasty alien probe? She did it? She went in there? All her little embryo alien babies are gestating and hatching inside of you. They're growing right now, probably! You need to vomit it right now. Yak it! Yak it right now!" The roommate cuts in, making Sam gag and eventually throw up on the floor. I cringe but figured he deserved it.

"Dude who even the fuck are you?" I whisper through the bookcase, "Leonardo Ponce De Leon Spitz. Okay? I'm the key to this. The aliens, they want me 'cause of my site. Whoa! Whoa, guys, right there!" He answers just before the Library wall gets blown out. "Run!" I scream, shooting up and running to the nearest exit, I duck my head but flex my wrist to form the cannon on my arm. Running into the parking lot I turn and start firing off shots while the rest of them run for cover. My eyes blow wide as the blonde bitch's skin sheds over and reveals one freaking looking Decpitcon. I hear a car wheels screech but stop right beside me, Mikaela at the wheel, without a word I rip open and throw myself in.

Mikaela doesn't even wait for the door to close before she takes off again, all the men in the car screaming while the only two females do our best to keep them fucking alive. The robot-woman jumps and lands on the roof of the car, "Watch out!" I call pointing my blaster to the roof, "Your arm is a cannon," The roommate screams. I don't answer as I shoot into the roof three times, the alien squealing and rolling off the roof and down the hood, "Kiss this bitch." Mikaela hissed before ramming the car into a light pole. Effectively crushing the alien between the two, I take a breath and relax my wrist cannon decompressing back into a chunky bracelet. "Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive." Sam orders frantically, Mikaela follows and pulls us out of the parking lot.

"Okay, so what else don't I know, all right? Since you guys forgot to mention some minor details." The guy beside me questions, "That thing you saw back there, that was the little baby- whoa! Whoa!" Sam starts only to cut him by screaming, chopper coming right at us before a giant anchor spearing through the roof before latching on and carrying us into the air, Everyone starts to scream as we're lifted into the air, but not fast enough to avoid the car coming right at us. Just as we really start to get air Sam's door is hit and it flys open, leaving Sam to start hanging out of the car. "Sam what the fuck!" I screech leaning out my window, "Sam! Sam! Hold on!" His roommate calls, "No shit!" I snap back at him as I try to push the door closer to the body of the car.

"Pull me up!" Sam begs, "We're fucking trying!" I scream back, the swinging car door getting closer and closer to the body. "Sam! Get back in—" Mikaela calls reaching over the passenger seat to pull him back in, by one miracle or another she pulls the kid back into the car. "Whoah! I don't want to die! We're gonna die! Oh my god!" The roommate cries, and just like that we're being dropped. I close my eyes and pray to whatever god is listening, the car crashes and the airbags go off before it crashes again and is flipped over. There's a moment of silent panic before a drill slices right down the middle of the car, all of us screaming as the car is then split in half. We're met with the ugly sight of starscream. Sam makes it to his feet first and slowly we all make our way out of the demolished car.

"Come here, boy. Mmm... closer." The unmistakable voice of Megatron calls, "Oh shit." I whisper weakly. "Okay, okay." Sam whispers slowly inching over to him, "You remember me, don't you?" The evil robot sneers. "I did what you said, okay? Just don't hurt us." Sam tries to bargain, "Shut up!" He snaps, swinging his hand at Sam and launching him down onto a table. "Sam!" Mikaela screams, Sam's roommate grabs her before she could throw herself to follow after him. In the split second of occupied eyes I flex my wrist slowly, quietly forming my blaster.

I watch Metatron and Sam go back and forth, too busy looking for an opening to get us out of this. That is until a small alien robot is sitting over the top of Sam's face, muttering and rambling in what I can only guess is Cybertronian and broken english. I watch as that little robot pulls out an even small one, it takes all I have not to gag as I watch it crawl down Sam's throat before being thrown back up. The doctor then takes the little one and uses it to project imagines, some of Mikaela, some of Sam's parents, and fragments of the symbols we're both seeing.

Metatron says something about an energon source and the robot rambles about Sam's brain. I watch with wide eyes as a drill is being brought out, Sam rambling in an effort to Sam himself. "Now! Trace, Now!" Mikaela whispers, I hold my breath and lift up my baster, suddenly all attention is on me. At that same exact second a crash comes through the roof, I don't waste time shooting Starscream first, him being the closest to us. Taking Mikaela by the hand I pulled us away from the fighting that started. Shooting anything I recognize as not friendly, which happens to be Starscream before Bumblebee comes crashing through the wall. With two autobots against two Decpticons I turn my focus to the two other humans, pushing them along in the hopes they won't get caught in the crossfire and praying Sam can keep himself alive.

Screams ring out from behind me as I try to avoid falling debris, just as we're out of the building I hear the rawr of an engine. Twisting around I felt a wash of relief to see Bumblebee, "Everybody in." I command, jumping and sliding across the hood of the car to reach the driver's side. The Roommate climbs into the back leaving Mikaela to have the front, "Go, Bee! Go!" I call patting the dash of the car, Bumblebee gasses it and quickly follows after the fighting robots. "Backup is—On the way." The radio calls, "Fuck they better be." I grunt. Not a moment too soon the autobots come charging in as Sam runs for the car. We make room for him and Bumblebee doesn't wait for him to settle before taking off.

"You good?" I question, "He's dead." Sam whispers. My eyebrows knit together and I look back at him, "Optimus died." He states, my heart falls into a deep dark pit. "That can't be right," I mumble shaking my head, "Trace he died protecting me!" He snaps. Breathing gets harder as I come to face the reality, tears swelling in my eyes as Bumblebee pulls into a secluded location. I jump out to find some air only to find none as I crumble into tears. Optimus is gone.