Broken: A Transformers Fanfic

Chapter 2: Who the hell left a Lamborghini lying around?

 Ignoring common sense, which was probably a really stupid idea, I stepped out from behind the dumpster, openly gaping at this perfect car.

Well, almost perfect.

It was dinged up pretty bad, the red paint was faded from dirt and grime, peeling off sporadically across the body. It needed work, that's for sure, but it was still a thing of beauty.

"Wow," I breathed, closing the distance between myself and the lamborghini. I walked around the car until I was by the drivers side and peered through the window that had been smashed in, perhaps recently as there was glass littered about. There was no one inside.

That's strange... I whirled around as I heard a skittering noise behind me, tense as fear began to arise. Was the driver back? Would they think I had smashed the window? I frantically looked around, only letting out a sigh of relief once I had located the source of the noise: a bird freaking out by my sudden appearance and flying off to God knows where.

The "danger" having passed, I turned around to regard the lamborghini once more. The purring of the engine had ceased entirely, and it had only done so when I had entered the alleyway.

Had I imagined the purring altogether?

I shook my head. It had to be real.

But engines just don't purr by themselves.

Tabling that thought, I wondered aloud, "who the hell leaves a lamborghini just fucking lying around with a smashed window?" I frowned at the glass that lay both in the interior and on the ground around the car. I gently opened the driver's door, poking my head inside to examine the interior for any further damage. It seemed the few things that were wrong with the car, that the eye could see at least, was the smashed window, dinged up body, and shitty paint.

I ducked out and shut the door, walking around the perimeter of the car, peering anxiously at it - leaning in close, examining the tires, headlights, backlights, everything that I could see, really, without having to crawl under it.

I arrived back at my starting point, by the drivers door. "Is there anything wrong with you?" I asked softly, opening the door and carefully picking the pieces of glass out of the seat. Once I had done so, I sat down in the driver's seat, lightly running my hands over the steering wheel. "God, you're a thing of beauty." I murmured, fingers dancing over practically everything.

However, something gave me pause."Hang on," I said, suddenly aware of an object in the middle of the steering wheel. I hadn't thought much of it initially since most cars had their company logo in the center, but this one looked different.

"What's this?" I inquired, rubbing my thumb over the logo, attempting to remove the grime. After a moment or two, the dirt fell away and I inspected it closer. "Is that....a face?" I stared, puzzled, at the face, which seemed to be conjured of various shapes. "What are you?" I breathed.

I fumbled quickly for my cellphone, turning it on and hitting my favorite number in my contacts list.

"Sup, Angie?"

"Izzy," I practically squealed, "come to the alleyway by the gas station. There's something you absolutely have to see."

There was a long sigh, "can't you just tell me over the phone?"

I pouted, "c'mon, where's the fun in that? Besides, seeing is believing, and you're definitely going to wanna see this."

There was another sigh this time, but it was reluctant."Fine, on my way. But this better not be another one of your dumb stories, Angie," she teased.