Transformers: This Is Crazy

Chapter XXVII

Ready, Set, Fire!

Selena's P.O.V.

When we were eight, Sam and I would go out to the back alley of our house to play with the other kids in our neighborhood. The alley was like our secret hideout where no cars or adults would bother us. It was almost empty except for the soccer net and the basketball course we had made there.

Anyways, we would hang out with the other kids and play random games. One of them was cops and robbers or just plain ol' tag. Real nice at the time. But there was one game that I truly hated and that was a water gun fight.

Every summer we would have a water gun fight with two teams. Sam and I were in the blue team or in other words, the loser team. I'm not lying, my team sucked and we sucked like hell. I was practically the last one standing all the time and the last one standing was always ganged up upon. Everywhere I ran, I was cornered and shot upon. I hated it. The feel of the cold water should have felt refreshing under the heat of the sun, but my feelings and ego were always bruised. The shouts and screams of the other team as they won the game were always the worst. It made me feel like crap. And the disappointment on the faces of my team, especially the ones on Sam's face was like I had just killed their puppies, and I might as well have.

We never actually won a single game and I started to lose hope of ever winning. I hated the game so much, I lost interest in playing with the other kids and Sam followed along. Sooner than later, everyone stopped playing and the back alley of our house was abandoned.

The point is, I was starting to feel like I was back in those water gun fights and with them brought the loss of hope. I can't give up now, not when the survival of the whole world is counting on us.

Small pieces of debris seemed to fall from the sky as they pelted and rained down on us. Smoke rose from demolished buildings and the ground shook from the stomps of the Cybertronians. People kept running away while the brave and stupid hid under the protection of pieces of cement.

Rachet kept close by to us and hid behind a building, shooting at the Decepticon that was at the other side of the street. Ironhide was doing the same, but he was being a little more bold and was standing out in the open, shooting at his enemy as he shouted curse words- I hope they were curse words- at them. Jazz had ran off somewhere, but I could still hear his voice far off.

Captain Lennox had hid with his team near their cars and shooting their guns at the Decepticons. It was pretty useless and pitiful since the bullets weren't doing any damage to the enemy. Teresa, heck I don't know where she ran off to, but her team were spread out everywhere, from up the roofs of buildings to the bruised and damaged ground of the streets. They were using a similar gun that Longshot had used to help get Sam away from the Decepticon, Barricade.

"Come on, Decepticon punk!"

I was then roughly turned around and grabbed upon by Jose, who was panting. He squat down and brought me along with him, hiding behind a turned over vehicle. He had a busted lip with a small trail of blood going down from the right side. Dirt was on top of his hair and his tanned skin seemed like it was burning from the sun. I could see that he was sweating badly and it looked like it stung when it mixed with his busted lip and scraped cheek. Compared to him, I think he looked way worse than I was.

"Hey, Lena." He paused and was grabbing something from one of his bags on him. He took out a gun that was glowing green lines on the sides. It was just like the one Longshot gave me. "Here. Take this. You know how to shoot, right?" He said, giving me the weapon. I didn't dare grab it since he made me question myself for the hundredth time.