The Saboteur and His Puzzle

Chapter One

Twelve year old Clinton sat on the carpet of his room. He held a firm grip of the book. Harry Potter. He doesn't like flappy books. He would have a meltdown if he did. He prefers hard books. It felt better for his hands. He grumbled uncomfortably as his bottom felt tingly and numb. He got up and grabbed his heavy blanket from his bed. He placed it over him and only his face stuck out as he laid down and read more. The heavy blanket comforted him and kept him very calm.

"Clinton! May you please come wash the dishes!" His mother cried out from the downstairs. He groaned as his book was intruppted. His schedule was intruppted. He never liked that. He set the book down on his bed and whipped off the blanket angerly.

"Coming!" He shouted as he went to the steps with large and forceful stomps. He walked down and looked at his mother.

"Thank you." She smiled and entered her bedroom. He sighed a welcome and walked through the living room to the kicthen. He went to the sink and rolled up his long sleeves. He grabbed a plate and turned on the water. He took the Dawn and began scrubbing the plate with his fingers. He washed it off, barely, and set it on the rag to dry. He picked up the cup and repeated. As he got lost in his washing his mother sighed. He jumped at seeing her in the doorway leaning on the door frame. "I know you don't like the sponge but that's how you get all the waste off. At least use a rag." She said walking over. Clinton watched her take the sponge and scrub at the plate. He wiped his large hands on his shirt and walked over to the drawer and grabbed a rag. "It's okay. I'll do them." She sighed shaking her head.

"But you just- ugh!" He grunted in frustration.

"I'm sorry. I forgot you don't like washing dishes. You know what you could do that would help?" His shoulders sagged. He just wanted to read his book.

"What?" He questioned firmly as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I need the trash taken out. Could you do that for me?" She asked. He sighed and stomped over to the trash can.

"Yeah." A quick clear to throat made him throw open the can. "Yes ma'am." He stressed.

"Thank you." He only muttered another welcome and grabbed the bag. He lifted it out and pulled it over his shoulder and began walking to the garage. Jennifer didn't even try to remind him to tie the bag or to wear shoes. He couldn't be told to do so much at once. He was already frustrated. Anything more and he might have a meltdown. Clinton walked out of the garage and started his way down the driveway. It was beginning to be five o'clock. Not that it was important. Clinton was just good at noticing things. Even if they didn't matter. Well...actually...a game was going on in thirty minutes. He could read more then go downstairs and watch T.V.. Seemed like a good plan. His father could join too. He comes home around six forty. He might be able to catch up. Clinton loves updating people with football games. He knew so much! Clinton opened the garbage can and threw the bag inside. Tomorrow was garbage day. He set the cans out early. He found himself very clever for thinking of it even though his mother thought it was a waste of time. Clinton placed the lid back down and ran down the driveway and to the front door with a smile. He was so excited.

"Sam! Get to the Building! Move!" Ironhide's voice boomed. Sam ran away. His heart pumping and his breaths increasing with every step.

"We'll cover fire!" Ratchet reassured as he shot. Sam only ran faster. Ironhide ran up as Sam gave small yelps at shots being targeted his way.

"Watch out!" Ironhide grunted as he picked up a car, getting shot down. Blackout transformed and Sam scurried under neath. Ironhide getting up and attacking. Jazz jumped off his decepticon and made his run to Megatron. The bucket head had to be distracted somehow. Jazz was ready for his leap when he saw Sam. Barricade was heading right to him. He snarled and transformed, driving at full speed to him.

"Sam!" He shouted. Barricade transformed and made a swipe at him. Sam yelped and ducked under the building, running to the stairs. Jazz transformed and tackled Barricade. "Run, Sam, run!" He yelled before getting shot in his side. He took out his blaster and shot furiously at Barricade who struggled beneath. Jazz was pushed off and staggered back into the buildings side, rubbing his chin. "You got spunk, con." He smirked. Barricade rose and sharpened his claws against each other.

"Shut up autobot scum!" He snarled. Jazz shook his helm.

"Tah think ah complimented you." He said as ran at him, his own claws striking down. Barricade swung back and shot at him. Jazz easily manuvered around and jumped onto his back. He wrapped his arms around his throat, tightening and pulling. Barricade grabbed him and threw him into the street. Jazz groaned and lifted his helm slightly. Although he cracked his visor he caught a glimpse of Sam being cornered at the top by big bad himself. Then...he fell. Jazz cursed and got to his pedes. Optimus looked too far behind. Jazz ran like pit. He climbed onto the building and catapulted himself forward. His clawed servo catching Sam with ease. Unfortunately, falling on his back and rolling off on a pointed scraped cement. Sam rolled out of his grip, clutching the cube tightly to his chest.

"Jazz!" He shouted as he ran up his chest. Jazz smiled slightly as his visor flickered.

"Go. I'll be fine Lil' man." He said as he leaned back. Megatron transformed and flew down, an angry growl coming. He transformed and stalked over, a small smirk forming.

"Hand me the cube boy." He said reaching down. Sam's eyes widened. What now? Next thing he knew he brain started working. The engines fired and he frowned deeply.

"Fine!" He scrambled to him and raised the cube above him, his face turning red as he yelled. Megatrons optics widened in realization.

"No!!" He shouted. The cube dissolved quickly as it rose to Megatrons spark chamber. Before it all was gone he was tackled by Optimus and Sam fell on Jazz's chest. His eyes fluttering shut as he watched Megatron fall with a flickering spark.

Barricade growled as he watched his leader fall. His helm lowered in little respect. The boy and the Autobot scum will pay. And his Lord shall rise.