Five hours later…

                        Montanna…

            “We’ve made it five hours without Sumdac calling us,” I look at my wrist watch. “Wow, that’s a deal breaker.” Zaffle is in her boombox mode attached to the other boombox pretty perfectly she was like luggage with wheels on it! She has a handle… so I have my other luggage on both large boomboxes.

            “Zo it’z 6:56 PM, exactly?” Zaffle asks.

            “Yes!” This means I have not got attacked by any Decepticons, woohoo. “Five hours without attacks!” The head is here, in Montana.  The directions are much clear I can tell there’s a big building not suited for horses, but, for high secret stuff just a few blocks ahead. My hologram is also up so everyone won’t see I have wounds on my neck; specifically red-purple blood still on it.       

            I head towards a different direction to the right and there was a red light on.

            “Where are we going, again?” Zaffle asks.

            I get some strange looks from people who were passing me.

            “Somewhere.”

            I have a strange feeling…We’re being followed.

            “Adam, why iz there a race car following uz?” Zaffle asks, again. I looked over my shoulder seeing the Golden and blue race-car following us slower than it should be going, there’s a red symbol on the hood.

            I saw a mirage replace the vehicle,  an entirely different mirage.

            The massive and tall Helicopter lingered a look at the city from afar, while a huge crowd held up some signs with a black mark over it as if meaning ‘shouldn’t be allowed on this planet’.  This giant helicopter sighs. I saw a small hand place itself into his hand. His attention was shifted to that really short purple and blue femme. She had worry, a worry that Zaffle could have shared, though this expression is meant for him.

            He whispered something so softly I couldn’t hear.

            “You never have failed,” The femme said, “Not to me…Megs.”

            Oh, so he’s Megatron.

            I saw him smile, turning around from the crowd who were more than eager for them to leave. Something is telling me they were just unseperatable; having to gone through things most people may have not ever been able to participate in. He shared a kiss with her. “As far as Autobots go, nobody impresses my Ivy.”

            Woah She looks so different than the hologram. Or…It’s been awhile since I had seen it. Memory isn’t the best as most people are. She laughs and then they both go into the ship, as the door closes. People were cheering, apparently happy they were leaving, and some were gloomy. Those who were gloomy had glowing light blue eyes. Part robot.

            I watched the ship fly off into the sky.

            “Adam!” Zaffle’s voice broke the mirage to nothing.

      Startled, I rush through the street-way pulling the two boomboxes by the handle. These mirages are not just mirages, but, something else!  Going past several people who were walking some dogs or out on a walk, I brushed passed them in a wild hurry knocking a few down to the ground. Hurry Hurry Hurry Adam! Two part robot-people were standing in front of the tooth with crystal blue armor and a dark suit similar to the scuba diver underneath it; they had big weapons in their hands, and these big visors like Beachswiper.

            We were dawning closer to the building, just a few feet away!

            “DON’T LET HIM ENTER!” A voice shouts from the vehicle behind me.

            “Hang on, Zaffle.” The guard’s apparently heard this warning. There’s something they were not expecting to give up and surrender. That is me.

            Se’wciak  My entire body becomes covered in armor  and my feet were skiing-based objects; Increasing my speed going sideways I somehow managed to be running not on the ground but in thin air  leaving a sonic trail behind. My target is the biggest window from the other three rows of windows going up and up. BLAM BLALM BLAM. Ducking their attacks I busted through the biggest window in the building and let go of the boomboxs.

            SLAM!

            I hit the side of the wall.

            Head is near, down the hallway about five doors.

            Must get that head!

            I ran.

            “Zaffle will do the heavy lifting!”  Zaffle declares, as if volunteering to do the heavy work nobody in the entire building would have wanted.

            BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BBAM

            Shots were fired from the wall and all but ducked them. Passed room 1. Four more doors to go, I can feel it!  I skid to a halt right at the fifth door. “Rule 200: Be prepared for butt kicking!”  Without much hestitation the door was flipped off the ridges then sent out through another window. “Wow…” I look at my hands. “I must be really strong.”

            The screen I was seeing through becomes rattly, and a bit shaky.

            “Stop…I’m already there!”

            My head lifted up towards this giant head.

            “…Now… how the frag am I getting this...Head out of here…” I hear loud and large sounds come from the hallway. Could be Zaffle for all I care. Get a gigantic rock and then tow this head on top of it attached to me and Zaffle…WAIT. There’s something wrong with that idea. I looked at my shoe. Or maybe…I give myself a little…upgrade to a gigantic robot.  No…that will never work smoothly…I’m a programmed Tehcno-Organic not meant to become a complete cybertroninan. I am a mistake. I am ME. A virus…capable of taking down Decepticons in one touch.

            Now, who wouldn’t give for something in exchange for giant robots?

            “Don’t ztand there, mizter Viruz!” Zaffle comes into the room; I didn’t have the chance to turn around since I felt as if a jetpack was now around my shoulders. “Get the head. I’ll help diztribute the weight!”

            BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!

            Literally floating above the ground I used full force on the head nearly ripping my shoulder wires out of their places. It’s hard.  Then I felt as if somebody else was helping so the effort was a little more easier to do, next thing I got was the head being above the ground. “FLY THROUGH THE WINDO—AHH!” I shrieked, feeling the glitch throbbing my head. “N—North Dako---ta!”

            “All right Bozz!”

            S-S-S-Shatter

            My arms were tightly wrapped around the back of the helmet and my eyes were tight shut.

            “I’ll make you pay, ADAM HENDERSON!”                 

            Jasmine…is still after me?

            “Who’z that?” Zaffle bothers to ask me.

            “Just fly!” I shout. “To N-or-north Dakota!”

            Fifteen minutes later…

    Bleu-amusssm  I  heard noises coming from Zaffle. “Zafle’z got engine troublez.”  She swings from side to side. Trying her best to get me into a safe landing of sorts;  I can’t blame her, risking her spark to help me out, and save my spark without hestitation, she’s more than an Autobot. I believe Zaffle is suited for being a Decepticon, not a Autobot...I should drop her off.

            “May not land zafely!” 

            “I’ll let go, with the head, on three!”

            “One…two…three!”

    I let go of the jetpack, then I crashed into a deserted city. I tumbled while the head I had let go dropped into one place. vaboooom! Something crashed far from me. “..Zaffle.”  Smoke was drifting off from one particular area from a far distance where Zaffle likely crashed. Great all my stuff is gone. Rule 20: Make sure you don’t destroy everything with your belongings.  

            My eyes are weak and a wound started from my ribs, it really hurts .I turn myself over feeling anxiety and fear, knowing Zaffle’s engine problems were the least of her worries… My worries are not being found by Autobots and left to rot here to n painful death. I lean against a wall. The ground shakes like a tremor is going on, but, there is not a tremor or an earthquake. It’s probably a gigantic robot.

            I look up.

            “Must offline Sumdac’s escapee.” It’s no other than Beatwave, who’s holding up a cannon right at my head. His original theme-colors are up.  His Mold is like a military-theme giant robot able to become a sound-car and military vehicle suited in machine guns and rocket launchers…Really? Is he really idiotic to say he is going to offline me?

            I rose up my index finger.

            “Have you seen Shaun of the Dead?” I ask.

            The black visor sizzled a yellow marking.

            “No.” Beatwave’s voice sounded surprised. “What does this have to do—“

            “You are the biggest loser and failure in the entire universe; don’t you know if you kill a zombie you get zombiefied by another who then gets you shot straight at the head and then at the spark giving you ZERO chance of survival?” I buzz him in fury. “There’s ‘After-Earth’ with those strange names, ‘This is the end’,And ‘The Millers’. You are more terrible than those movies! Do you think ahead of time if you are used to replace your victim by being somebody else’s weapon?”

            Now he’s thinking, for once.

            Then, his visor makes a glare sign at me.

            “Beatwave does not show mercy!” His cannon fired up.

            Well…I’m totally screwed.

            “Correction: I do.” 

            BLAZZZING!

            Beatwave’s body crashed into a building. I weakly turn my head left  seeing the Original Soundwave come up. Somehow, without seeing his face or anything I can tell h’s mad. Really mad at Beatwave—oh maybe it’s because his servos are in fists!  I groan trying to move my legs.  Soundwave passes me.

            “Order: Do not interfere or try standing up.”

            Is…he doing a mind-read or being a broken record? How in the world I am managing to stay is awake is beyond me. Beatwave shoots from the building right at the somewhat taller Decepticon who uses a guitar as a shield…Guitar really? The thing is, I have to admit, things are really becoming really dark and actually not what I would have thought. I am seeing a robot fight!

            Beatwave charges at Soundwave. Soundwave orders a strong kick to Beatwave’s chestplating chipping off glass and other material making a somewhat good indent.  He administered another punch to the head before Beatwave could react to his attacks.  Then the enemy, the Autobot, activated his sonic-boomers that made Soundwave  hit a street light.

            “You Decepticon,” Beatwave pants. “You are so wrong than the Artist who suspected me! You are the weakest fool I have ever met, asides to the Artist, you scrapel.”  He laughs; his laughter is more oil-curling than Bumblebee’s. The Autobot pointed to himself. “Uh huh, he’s offline, seen Bulkhead finish him off before he could finish painting!”

            Artist? Who the heck is the Artist?...Owch…My head and ribs are hurting.

            “Choice: Kill or destabilize Beatwave.”

            Beatwave makes a frown on his visor.

            “Decision: Make Beatwave pay!”

            Soundwave ripped The Streetlight out of the ground. I guess he knew The Artist a long time ago. Beatwave’s entire armor that had a crack-like design glowed bright green as if charging up some other ability he had in stored, unlike Soundwave charging at him. Momentarily a shockwave generated off from the armor, I think that’s what it was, and hit Soundwave who did not stop. He stabbed the street light into Beatwave’s right chest plating. Wow, he didn’t use his guitar to hit Beatwave! …I mean…How can it be so easy to defeat a robot when it’s hard to defeat vampires and zombies? Guess Robots have upper hands in their emotions against others.

            My eyesight is getting blurry…I saw a group of people from afar, hiding  behind  a big vehicle.

            Beatwave’s body falls to the ground.

            Soundwave  starts going towards to their direction; however, he stopped in his tracks right at my feet. His helmet is directed right at me.  “Statement: Autobots will be likely coming soon for you.”  The screen I had on for this entire time finally became what it had been before getting glitched. The pain from this entire ordeal might take a while to heal…Maybe I came here to return his head for those Autobots...Maybe they can restore him!

            I lost consciousness.

Authors note: Two Chapters left, everyone! There’s NO epilogue to this fanfiction!