Unforeseen

Chapter 14

I do not own Transformers, only my OC's.

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Chapter 14

An obnoxious drum heavy song rattled me from a pleasant slumber. Morning had snuck upon me with its dark tendrils. Not even the faintest hint of light was on the horizon.

Stupid alarm. Stupid mornings. Why do they have to exist anyway? Groaning, I rolled over to smack the noise maker.

I fell right out of bed.

Startled, I sat up and look about. It was not my alarm playing. In fact, this was not even in my room. It was the cabin of the truck. I had fallen asleep on the back seat.

Right, Ron had locked me in, claiming it was too cold for me to be sitting outside. What a jerk. Since when did I need him telling me what was healthy or not? That's what relatives were for.

Pulling myself up to the front, I tried the door. It gave easily.

The frigid air made me shiver as I slipped out into the morning. Tiny white flakes were fluttering through the air, melting quickly upon landing. I reached out slowly, catching a one on my sweater. It looked like a perfect one, but melted too fast to be sure.

Off in the distance a screeching noise seemed to be ripping through the air. It had been quite a while since I had last heard such a noise. It was a jet engine, a low flying jet engine I was sure.

They still haven't grounded that pilot? One would think the military would be on top of such things.

Shrugging it off, I cast my attention back upon the white powder. It was rather early for it to be snowing, at least I thought it was. But I was far north, so maybe it was normal. As it were, the weather had been bit off in Texas this past summer, perhaps it was the being the same way up here.

The sound of the jet was getting louder.

A snowflake, larger than the rest, fluttered towards the ground. Smiling I mimicked its movements, trying to catch it.

Pain rocketed through my chest. Stars overtook my vision. Breath stolen right from my lungs.

Vaguely I felt my feet leave the ground and heard a slamming door. My ribs screamed and my lungs and throat burned as I choke desperately for air.

What going on? My heart hammered within my chest.

Someone help me, my mind screamed what my voice could not.

Something hot and hard pressed against my back. The force looped around my chest tightened, crushing my already pained ribs.

Who was doing this? Why was this happening?

I whimpered and struggled pathetically against my captor. Every movement sent shockwaves of agony ripping through my body.

"Keep still," a masculine voice hissed into my ear.

I mustered all the strength and breath I could, "Let go of me."

He clamped a hand over my mouth. "Unless you wish to get yourself killed, stop moving."

My throat constricted. What was that supposed to mean? A tear tricked down my cheek as I squeezed my eyes shut. What did he want from me?

The roar of a fighter jet rumbled through the air and shook the truck.

"That slagging seeker," the voice growled gruffly. The jet's engines vanished into the distance and I was released.

I shot right for the door. My body ached and my heart felt ready to burst. All I wanted was to get away, get out of here. Get somewhere safe, but the door would not budge.