Transformers: This Is Crazy

Chapter XXI

Authors Note at the bottom of the story cause we all know you don't want to read an A/N at the beginning of a story.

So, read on, readers!

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Selena's P.O.V.

     I admit it. I have seen strange things in my life and some of it is scary or just weird.

Some of the strange things are ghost, or what I believe is the existence of ghost. I have a strange feeling that ghost live inside of my house and haunt it, doing some strange things to scare the crap out of me.

But today and since yesterday, a new type of strange has happened. I've come to the conclusion that strangeness is all that I will be experiencing threw out my life.

Agent Simmons walked to one corner of the grey room and grabbed a remote control with different colored buttons.

He then moved his shades down to cover his eyes and clicked on a button as a worker instructed us all to put our shades on.

I pulled on my own pair of shades, moving my long hair to my back and tieing it up with a black hair tie.

"We're able to take the Cube radiation... and funnel it into the box." Simmons finished off as a needle like machine injected the power of the cube into the flip phone, creating a blue white spark.

Everyone in the room and around me gasped and covered their mouths, staring almost in a horrified expression as they stared at the flip phone transform into a smaller version on the alien robots.

Smaller pieces of the metal and the outer shell of the phone slid here and disappeared there as the phone was soon transformed into a bipedal form. It was black and small. Very small. Smaller than Kain and unbelievable. His upper torso was of a triangular form and he had the smallest arms and legs then any other alien life form I have seen. Besides that, his eyes were colored red, just like Kains.

Focusing my whole attention to him, I could see a very angry expression on him. He was glaring at us all, especially at Simmons, but when he switched his gaze to me, his anger turned down a notch. He then started to speak in a foreign more like alien language. He seemed to be trying to communicate with me with a very desperate voice. But as I moved to do nothing, he started to scream and shout. Nevertheless, he turned and looked away from me, angrier than ever as he shouted and started to act very hostile. He had his small arms transform into smaller versions of an alien weapon, shooting the walls.

I don't believe he was trying to shoot at us, even if it may seem that way. I believe he was trying to free himself the moment he found out he was a box, surrounded by strangers. He felt endangered and in the need to defend himself. It's what any living thing or form what do to survive, and he definitely saw us as enemies.

The "justice" and "freedom for all" side of me then decided to show itself, dragging me into an emotional turmoil as I saw the poor child scared to death.

"Mean little sucker, huh?" Simmons commented from behind. I gasped and clenched my fists tightly, anger coursing through my veins.

I turned around swiftly and walked towards Simmons, pointing my index finger and jabbing it to his chest.

"You are to release the poor child. You hear me?" I said. I was serious and desperate. I was seriously feeling like the race of humanity and of the Cybertronians was being laid on my back. It was heavy, large and difficult to hold this feeling. I could feel the anxiety and it was killing me. I needed to get a hold of myself.