Unforeseen

Chapter 15

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's

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Chapter 15

I don't know how long or far I had run, but as my adrenalin wore off and the burning of my lungs and sides set in I was forced to slow to a walk. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder as I tried to steady my breathing. Somehow I had managed to grab it before taking off.

Why was all this happening? I was so confused. How could someone go from being caring, a self proclaimed guardian even, to a rib crunching, attitude driven brute? Sniffing back the tears threatening to spill, I couldn't help but think that none of it made any sense.

Crossing the street, I nearly tripped over the next curb. My sides sear angrily at the jerking movement. I grabbed my midsection with a groan, wishing my pain away. Not that it worked.

There was a park not far down the street and as I entered I realized it was the biggest children's playground we had in the area. It was the sort with seesaws, a large jungle gym, swings and a massive playset with slides, climbing ramps and monkey bars all interconnected through bridges and walkways.

It was completely deserted at this hour.

I used to spend hours on playgrounds like this as a child. My parents had to chase me off of it to go home.

I headed to where the largest twisting slide sat. It was scuffed up from hundreds of dirt ridden bottoms, but I had no intention to go down it anyway. The area was like a small fort with its three plastic walls, it would be a perfect place to rest and be out sight and out of the wind.

My bag hit the floor with a dull thunk before I eased myself down. I knew I should have been heading home, my aunt and uncle were probably worrying. It was not like me to be late for supper, but I was afraid to. What if Ron found me on the way home? What would he do then, when we were out in the middle of nowhere?

Maybe my aunt could pick me up. I could lie and say no one showed up for me, but that would not explain why I was in a park. I suppose I could tell her I tried to walk, but sprained my ankle in the dark. It was worth a shot.

Rummaging through my bag I nearly cried in dismay. My phone was missing. Only a notebook, Little Ironhide, his controller and the tube of fireworks were in there. I must have forgotten it in the toy shop.

Great, I sighed. What else can go wrong today?

I glared down at Little Ironhide. The thing was going to give me nightmares, all thanks to Ron.

Loading in the fireworks, I practically threw the truck down the slide, but it seemed to recover on its own made the small fall to the ground without hassle.

On the far end of the playground were a line of trees and a baseball field just beyond. It would serve as the perfect place to launch the fireworks, far enough away to be safe should one falsely explode, but close enough that if the battery died I wouldn't need to hike after it.

My ribs seemed thankful for the thought.

It was hard to see exactly where I saw going, but I managed with what little moonlight there was filtering through the clouds. Before long Little Ironhide came to sit on the pitcher's mound.

Aiming the cannons towards the heavens, I shot off my first rocket. I heard the pop as it launched. Seconds later it exploded into a golden waterfall, the sizzling of the sparks filled the air.

I waited several minutes before launching my second, not wanting to attracted too much attention from those who lived in the neighborhood. It was one of the bangers, as I called them. There was a small spat of sparks and a chest pounding boom.

I smiled. Thank you Lucas. How I loved those rockets.

Hovering over the launch button I waited. The next one might be of the same kind, I could only hope it was. The loud concussions were refreshing.

A whistling noise caught my attention.

What the hell was with this pilot? And why was he still flying? Then again, how could someone like Ron be in the military? I flinched as my ribs panged, as if in memory.

Unless you wish to get yourself killed, stop moving.

It had been something out of a horror movie. But… I was so confused. At the pastry shop he had turned it on me. He almost made it sound like he had been trying to protect me from something this morning.

I cursed and shook my head. Stop making excuses for the jerk. There wasn't anyone out there and a pilot has no reason to harm me, especially in their jet.

I slammed my thumb down on the launching button. The firework whistled though the air.

A huge explosion erupted not far the ground. The brief spat of light from the sparks illuminated a plane's wing. Tree's smashed into pieces as the gigantic object careened out of control and hit the dirt.

Screeching, I ducked for cover. The ground rumbled and shook. Dirt and rock flew everywhere. I could feel them smacking into the wall I was pressed against. The distinctive sound of metal scraping against metal filled the air.

I balled up tighter, ignoring my ribs. What the hell is going on?

As the noise died away and the dirt stopped flying I shakily climbed to my feet, using the wall as support. I blanched at the sight.

Mangled pieces of twisted metal from the swing sets and jungle gym lay tangled around the plane. The cockpit was remarkably close to where I stood and only due to its angling had the wing had not taken out the deck I was on.

This can't be happening, my mind whirled. This has to be a nightmare. How could a rocket take out a plane?

Smoke was coming off of the nearest wing. It must have been the place of impact. I could not see into the cockpit, but it didn't seem as if anyone was moving in there.

"Hey!" I called, hoping to get a response. Even if this was just a dream, what if the person needed help? "Are you alright?"

The jet shifted. At first I thought it was settling into the dirt, but then a bizarre array of clicking and clattering noises filled the air. Before my eyes pieces of the plane shifted and grew.

It quickly came to tower over me.

All I could do was stare amazement. It hadn't been growing, it had been standing up! A massive silver robot now stood before me. Its shoulders were broad and its torso shaped like that of a triangle.

My heart sunk.

It was the same robot I had shot in the park over a month ago, but this time it glowered down at me and not two equally massive robots. Its ruby red eyes were filled with malice and its fang like teeth were bared like a wolf ready to strike.

"You'll pay for that," its grating voice said.

It could talk!

I didn't know what to say, what to do. My mind was running in circles. There was a giant, talking robot standing in right front of me!

Its expression gave into mild surprise for a fraction of a moment before a horrid grin took hold. "You're just what I was looking for."

My mind went blank. It was as if the switch for my brain had been shut off, but all my senses were left alert. I could see it reach out its clawed hand for me. I could feel my heart pounding in terror. And I could hear the dark little cackle it made.

As those metallic claw like fingers encircle me, all that filtered into my stagnant mind was, I should have listened.

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