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by Faithy on Sat Aug 04, 2007 6:42 am
Per usual, Isis was pacing back and forth in her apartment. Sure, it was late in the night or early in the morning whichever she chooses to call it at the moment, but she was wide awake. Sighing in irritation at the inability to sleep, the eighteen year old wondered if it was too late to go for a swim. Figuring it would just give the nosey people in her complex another reason to report her, she decided just to find something to watch on television. The last time the television was on it showed bogus news about some government thing. The teen knew better and decided it was most unreliable. Walking to a window, she peered outside at the darkness before moving her attention towards her gorgeous yellow Lamborghini, which she had just recently bought. It wasnāt like a normal vehicle and the odd emblem on the steering wheel was nothing like she had ever seen before. Still, she adored the car and kept it well protected.
āI could always go on a joy rideā¦ā
Nodding to herself, she grabbed her bag, slipping it across one of her shoulders, letting it bounce against her right side. Snatching the keys from her kitchen table, Isis headed out of the door, locking it immediately. Leaping from the balcony to the grass below, the warrior at heart landed in a slight crouch. Standing up to her full height, she headed to the slot her car was parked in. Unlocking the door before sliding in, Reign grinned widely. Starting up the engine while ensuring no one was behind her, the teen peeled out of the parking lot, ripping out of it onto the main street. Speeding down the road, it soon became apparent that the vehicle was going faster than her foot was making it. Arching a brow, Isis glanced around to make sure no one else was in the car.
āMmkay⦠this is just slightly odd. Itās almost like the car has a mind of its own.ā
Flipping her crimson hair out of her emerald orbs, Isis pulled the car into an abandoned train station. Shutting off the engine, she climbed out of the car, slowly circling it. The word on the street was that the mess in the city wasnāt the government testing something, but something much more. Hell, Sam managed to call her for a brief second and although he didnāt give specifics, he lead her to believe that much more happened and she trusted him more than the government. In fact, he wanted to show her something, but they hadnāt gotten a chance to get together since the call with was a few days in the past. Sliding her fingers across the hood, Reign sighed heavily, glancing around at the trains.
āNot exactly a hopping place.ā
About to climb back into the car, Isis couldnāt help but hear an odd noise coming from a nearby open car. Jogging towards the compartment, she jumped inside, glancing around suspiciously. The saying always went, ācuriosity killed the catā, but luckily she wasnāt feline. Pulling a few bags to the side, the curious wanderer blinked as a flash of metal caught her eye from outside where her Lambo had been moments before. Noticing it was gone, Reign cursed and reached for her cell phone, her fingers stroking her keys in the right front pocket. If she had her keys, then how was the car gone? Returning her attention to the very reason she had entered the damn train car in the first place was for a mother cat and her three kittens. Rolling her emerald eyes, the senior jumped back out in time to catch her precious doing something odd a few meters away. It was in shock that she watched the yellow Lamborghini transform into something large.
āā¦What in ⦠this is not⦠is this happeningā¦?ā
Widening her eyes, the normally cool and collective female found herself unable to speak. Attempting a few times, Isis finally just gave it up. Rubbing her hands against her arms, Reign suddenly wished she had worn something warmer than a red wife-beater, black shorts, and her black thigh-high boots. The shorts ended a few inches above the boots, which didnāt help her situation. Even as the robot walked towards her position, the teen couldnāt find anything to say. Part of her knew something like this was going to happen, but that didnāt stop the shock from taking over her body. Staring up at him, she finally found her voice and though it was like a whisper, she managed to get her point across.
āā¦who⦠who are you? Youāre not supposed to be able to do thatā¦ā
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The moment he heard Primeās broadcast, he made all the necessary preparations before leaving the place he had been hiding, his form plummeting towards Earth. Unsure where his boss was exactly, Sunstreaker instead decided to infiltrate the fleshy beings and find out that way. Once he smashed into the ground, he remained hidden until a yellow Lamborghini Countach LP500S drove past his location. Scanning it, he transformed into an exact copy and drove towards a dealership. Quite picky on who could buy him, the egotistical Autobot sabotaged every attempt until the single individual he had been unknowingly waiting for appeared. The young female had crimson hair and beautiful emerald eyes. His spark indicated that this was who he had been sent to find and that she would lead him to where he had to go.
Once she bought him, he struggled to keep from revealing who he was. Her personality was a lot like his and from the conversations she held with the few friends she had, he couldnāt help but grow fond of her. The egotistical stuck-up Autobot was falling for a human, which until this moment, hadnāt been heard of. Still, he had a mission and knew the Decepticons were still roaming the Earth and out in space. If they came back, things would get messy again, which would be very bad. Sure, generally he hated working with anyone other than his twin brother, but for once they had been separated. Finally, he was given a chance to show her just who he was and as they drove, he picked up his speed, the excitement almost too much. As she pulled into an abandoned train station, he could feel the excitement welling up within him and as she was checking out something in one of the box cars, he transformed. Figuring she would freak, Sunstreaker watched her expressions curiously. It wasnāt until she spoke that he realized he hadnāt completely freaked her out.
āYou recall the so-called government involvement in the city? Well, it wasnāt the government at all.ā
As he went into the long spiel about what exactly happened, he continued to watch the girlās expression, finding it to be quite enlightening. Once finished, he knelt down so that he was eye level, trying to gage how she was going to take everything that had been said. It was apparent that it was a lot to take in and he was quite prepared to give her all the time she needed. However, part of him knew it was important to find Bumblebee and the boy named Witwicky for that would lead to Prime. Staring gently at Isis, he kept his attention on full-alert, ready to grab her and run if needed.
"...la manière vraie au coeur d'un homme est de six pouces de métal entre ses nervures"
The worst part is... I would still die... for you.
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