Transformers: A New Kind of Human

Okay this story is mainly based on the movie. I've never read the comics or anything except the movie so.... Alright but there are a few differences like.... Ironhide is not dead and some new characters will be added thar weren't in the movie but I found online. Some other people may not be dead and there will be some differences but if you have any questions about who, why, what, when, or where, just let me know. This will be from the point of a new girl named Kaylyn Dersin who lives in Houston, Texas.

*I do not own any Transformers characters. (though I wish I really did ;)

Status Update From The AutoBots: Nine months since the Battle at Chicago. Decepticons attacks have been few and far between and easliy eliminated. No new AutoBots have arrrived on Earth since Optimus' last message to the AutoBots still hiding in space. The AutoBots are currently located in Traqulity, Nevada, with a few other temporary locations around the U.S. Our mission right now is to hunt down the 75+ Decepticons, who came through the spacebridge, still hiding on Earth.

"Sure. B there in 15." I sent the quick text to my best friend Amy. I pulled on my shoes and skuttled down the stairs. I loved living within walking distance of my best friend. I shuddered as I opened the front door, a blast of hot, humid, Texas summer air blasted in my face. I groaned and pulled my hair back forcing my self to keep walking. I hummed quietly to myself and waved at the few other people who dared to venture out in the horrible Texas heat. In order to get to Amy's house I had to cut through a playground. It was full of children running around and playing all the while screaming with glee. I grinned remembering when I use to be that carefree. I shook off the feeling as I cut across the parking lot. When I had almost reached the street I noticed a large black truck sitting towards the back of the lot and looking extreamly out of place among the mini vans and family cars. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. There was no driver and no one else in the car, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, coming from the car. There was something not right about that truck. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it's like it wasn't a car at all. That didn't make any sense though. I stared at the truck desperatly trying to figure out what was wrong with it. I'm not sure how long I stood there, but it couldn't have been too long. Without any warning a noise came from the truck as if the radio had come on and was being tuned. I stared wide eyed at the truck and listened as a voice seemed to come straight from the empty interior. "Ironhide? Report." A deep matelicy male voice came from the car. My eyes widened in complete shock. I looked around but no one else seemed to hear what I was hearing. Was I going crazy? Hearing strange disembodied voices coming from an empty truck can't exactly scream sanity can it? "No Decpticon activity anymore. Though I may have something. I'll report later." Another voice came from the truck. "Decpticon?" I murmured the unfamiliar word outloud despite myself. Just as soon as the word left my lips the truck's headlight flashed on. That was about as much strange shit as I could handle. I turned on my heel and bolted. I ran as fast as I could and I didn't stop until I had reached Amy's house. I threw the door open and all but flew into the house. I slammed the door behind me not even caring that I hadn't knocked since I never did anyhow. This was like my second home. "Hey! Cookies are in the oven!" Amy called from the living room. I wasn't concerned about cookies when I had either just A. lost my mind or B. found a talking car. I knew better than to go into the other room looking freaked out and tell Amy the truth. "K! I'll be right there!" I called to her nervously and bolted down the hallway to the bathroom. I closed the door quietly and locked the door. I turned to stare at myself in the mirror. I didn't look any different. No obvious signs of craziness. I washed my face off with cold water trying to get ride of the freaked out expression on my face. By the time I opened the door I had convinsed myself that I had imagined the entire thing. "Hey you ready to go swimming?" Amy asked me as I walked into the kitched. She was pulling the cookies out as she spoke. "Yeah. Sure." I replied forcing a smile as I natched a buring hot cookie off the tray. She made a face at me, but took one heself as we made our way outback to the pool.

Two hours later found me sun drying on the way back home. I still hadn't been able to get the parking lot incident out of my head. When I was almost to the playgroud I slowed my pace, but from what I could tell the myserious truck was long gone. Only a few lone cars were left along with a few slowing children. I heaved a sigh of relief. When I got back home my parents and sister were home. I walked in to the delisious smell of pork chops and mashed potatoes. My favorite. I ate dinner with my family, all the while listening to my 19 year old sister, Leah raging on and on about her new boyfriend. I was suffering in silence. When I was able to escape I fled for my room. I flopped on my bed and closed my eyes, letting my mind stray to the truck. No matter how many times I tried to explain it, I couldn't think of a rational explaination. I sent the next three hours just laying there, obsessing over the truck. I always tended to over analyze things, but I just could not get over this.