Transformers Story Ch. 1

                                                        Chapter 1

“Why can’t I just have your old car?” Asked Kirstie. She had just turned eighteen and her father was taking her to get a new car. Her friend, Jack, was tagging along in the back seat. He had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had a petite frame and was but four of five inches over five feet. She swept her side bands out of her eyes as she threw her dad a side look. He sighed and he shook the same colored hair out of his eyes.
“The Mustang stays mine. Besides, because you totaled your brand new Corvette.” He stated like it was the most horrible thing in the world.  “Do you have any idea how much that custom paint cost me? You deserve to get a normal car like the rest of the population.” Kirstie was angry. Her parents were wealthy and wouldn’t get her a brand new Saleen like she wanted just because they were angry she had crashed her Corvette. So what? It wasn’t like they couldn’t just buy her five new ones without any problem. She sighed. She knew she was going to get some piece of crap car, but she decided not to let it bother her. Maybe a bigger car to haul around her horse trailer. She found it annoying to hire someone to trailer her horse every time she wanted to go to a show.
After another ten minutes they arrived at some random discount car joint. She stepped out and noticed the cheap cars scattered around the lot.
“I’m going to go inside and find some help; take a sweep of the place.” Her dad winked. Jack decided to go with Kirstie’s father. Kirstie walked off. She looked at some cars that looked like they were just a year or so old. They were all over thirty grand and she knew her parents would want her to spend under fifteen.
After half an hour of looking at pieces of scrap junk one could call a car she decided this place had nothing for her.
“I found a cool car. Come look at it,” jack urged.
Before her there was a black truck. Her father showed some interest and the man explained it was a GMC Topkick.
“How ‘bout a truck, hun?” Her father, Brad, asked. Kirstie laughed. Jack just smiled, proud of having found this car in the lot.
“I’m a girl. Maybe if it were hot pink.” She joked.
“No really, come take a look at it.” Jack urged. Kirstie decided to. It was in decent condition and was pretty nice. Nice interior and a good engine. There were two large silver exhaust pipes on coming up from the top right and left corners of the bed. She thought that was an interesting touch. She walked around it and stopped when she got to the back. There was a strange embossing on it. She ran her fingers over it. It was a head of some kind. She just looked at it for a second.
‘What is it?” Jack asked, going to the back with her.
“Nothing,” Kirstie said, snapping out of the trance. “I just had really bad deja-vu. This symbol is familiar somehow.” The man opened the door and put the keys in, bringing it to life.
“Care to test drive it?” The salesman asked. Kirstie just nodded and got into the drivers seat.

A few hours later Kirstie lay in bed. Her mind was still racing over the fact that she, one of the richest and most popular girls in town had just bought a black truck. That symbol was engraved into her head. She just knew she had seen it before. She sighed and rolled over. She hated the mask she had on. Everyone thought of her as the girly-girl, who always wore make-up and low-cut spaghetti straps. If someone really got to know her they would see she was just a regular person. She was a tomboy and a child and had grown up with her Barbie disguise because her parents wanted her to. If she had a choice she would rather be bareback on her horse and wrestling with some guy friend. That friend was Jack. He was the only one who knew about her double life.

“I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be gone late, Chantal inviter me over to her house.” Kirstie told her mom as she walked out the door.
“Ok, take care hun!” she called. Kirstie got into her old piece of crap truck and closed the door. It was a comfortable drive but she just knew when she got to school they would all be making fun of her ride.

“What’s wrong, daddy not love you anymore?” One jock jeered. Kirstie flipped them off.
“No, I’m just going off roading today.” She lied. “And decided to test drive it to school. Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t be caught dead in this piece of sh-Hello Mr. Gentry.” She said politely. And that was how the day went. Thank god it was Friday; she would have the weekend to persuade her dad to let her drive the Mustang to school on Monday. That day, though, had been hell. She had faked sick and went home right after school, not going to Chantal’s house for manicures.

The week had gone by and people were getting used to her driving the truck to school. It was Saturday morning and she had to admit she really did like the truck. It was also this Saturday morning that Kirstie would be in for the biggest surprise of her life.

“Damn!” She yelled as she dropped a CD under her seat as she was driving. She wanted to listen to it and she decided to pick it up. When the coast seemed clear on either side and no cars were coming she ducked her head under and kept her left hand on the wheel. She used her right hand to reach for it; but she had to groap around for it on the ground. Her left hand jerked to the right side and the truck unexpectedly swerved right into the right lane. It was a small two-lane road each way with a 55 speed limit. Kirstie let out a small yell as she tried to sit up. But out of the corner of her right eye she saw a new 2007 silver Pontiac Solstice and knew hitting it was inevitable. Or was it.
The wheel spun left in her hand. She hadn’t moved it; it just went left. She let go of it and pushed herself upright. She sat in the seat, both her arms in her lap and her feet off the pedals. The break screeched and she sat there, wide eyes. The car regained control and began to drive its self. She took the wheel and placed her foot back onto the pedal. She grabbed her cell phone and called her best friend, Jack. He would listen to her. She dialed the number and when he answered she was in hysterics.
“MY CAR JUST SAVED MY LIFE!” She screamed into the phone. There was silence on the other line.
“What?” He asked, but you could hear a sort of slyness in his voice.
“Listen, meet me at the old workout center on Leaf Boulevard.” She said, calming herself. When she finally got to the old beaten road she drove on it. Her truck, being an off road vehicle, easily absorbed the shock from the bumpy ground. She drove through the old abandoned lot and strait into the building. It was a one-story building that was as tall as a two-story, and made of just concrete. There was a large hole in the side where two huge wooden doors were opened up. It was at least twenty feet high and wide. She wondered why the doors were open but realized that jack was inside. He was sitting on the hood of his yellow Camaro. He took pride in the car. It was nice and even had racing stripes. Kirstie drove up and stopped her car about thirsty feet from his. The car’s hoods were facing each other. Kirstie jumped out of and car and quickly ran to the doors. She heaved the doors closed. She then jogged back to jack and threw her arms around Jack and gave him a huge hug.
“My car…” She began. It… Like…” She began. He just smiled and returned the hug.
“Did it drive for itself?” He asked knowingly. Kirstie looked up into his blue eyes and nodded. He smiled.
“What I’m about to tell you is a secret that only a few people know. And you are going to call me crazy at first, but I’ve got proof to back up what I’m about to tell you. Are you ready?” he asked. Kirstie let go of the hug and stood back and looked at Jack, ready for some heavy information. He signed and leaned back against the front of his Camaro.
“You, Kirstie, are one of the humans that work with these robots called Transformers. No-let me finish, and don’t speak until I do.” He said when Kirstie tried to interrupt. “There is you, me, and a couple of others. Two years ago, just a month or so after you turned sixteen, we got into this whole mess. The reason you recognized the symbol on the back of your car is because you have seen it before, many times. It is the Autobot symbol. You are one of the humans who work with Autobots, the good ones. Decepticons are bad. Remember that. It could save your life.” He began to pace in front of Kirstie, trying to explain this to her. “We were fighting against the Decepticons and you were… killed.” Kirstie stood there, stunned. “You were revived by a piece of equipment the Autobots developed. But, along with that, your mind was wiped of everything involving the Transformers. So your car there is one of the Autobots. His name is Ironhide. He is our weapon specialist. Oh, the reason he looks like a car and not his robot self is because he can transform himself into a car. Hence the name ‘Transformer.’” He finished. Kirstie just stood there a moment and then began to laugh.
“Are you kidding me?” She said in disbelief. “You expect me to believe my car is some kind of advanced alien robot technology?” She gaped at him. He smiled.
“No. But I do think you will believe me in a second.” He smirked even wider. Kirstie slit her eyes at him.
“My car is Bumblebee… he is my, guardian, if you will. Ironhide is yours.” He said. “Bumblebee how about you go next to Ironhide and we’ll show Kirstie something cool?” he said. Bumblebee turned itself on and drove around next to Ironhide, a ways away from it. Kirstie was shocked that the car had just turned on and drove itself. She backed up into jack, who kept walking her back until they were a ways away from the two cars.
“Ok, Ironhide, Bumblebee, transform.” He said, holding on to Kirstie so she couldn’t run or move. There was a moment of silence and then the cars began to move. Kirstie was amazed.
Both of them jerked and rattled and began to… grow. Various parts shifted on them and they seemed to move their parts around until they stood up in a shape resembling a human. Her car, Ironhide, she noticed, had the very front of the car, the bumper, for a chest. She just stood there in awe, fear, and admiration. She didn’t try to run, but just stood there, gaping.
“It’s very good to see you again, Kirstie.” Her car spoke in a deep voice. It was a bit… squeaky in a way, almost lie it was being said through a computer. She turned to Jack.
“It can talk!?” She screeched in a very high voice. He laughed and patted her back as she stood on her own, looking up at the two robots before her.




Author’s Note: Ok, so a bad first chapter… But for those of you who might be a bit… slow, =] here’s what I did a bad job of explaining: She worked with the Autobots for a few years, but was killed in a fight against the Decepticons. She was brought back to life (Don’t ask me how) by some kind of technology. She forgot all about ever being with the Transformers and now she is being brought back to the "team." Jack wasn’t killed and had been with them the whole time. Bumblebee is his ‘guardian’ and Ironhide is Kirstie’s’. (That is one element I stole from the movie). Ok, please review!