Night lands in dear old Topslyvania. The bright lively colors transfer into a dark color seemingly being black. There are various ways to describe the color black but the point is absurdly clear. It is dark out. Street lights are on, window lights beaming brightly, and scarcely a person in sight. I only knew night had fallen over because a night security guard caught me in the act of spray painting the wall in a business building.

Least I can say; I ran.

I have my hoody up listening to 'Nobody listens' a pop song by a rather brilliant artist of the era. My hands are in my hoody pocket, the temperature is rather fine to walk around in, and ear buds are in my ears. Usually I have to replace them after every two or so months because the right ear bud stops working then it eventually happens to the left ear bud. Shapes move in the darkness bright up by the city lights.

Topslyvania is not a small town but a city.

A couple small dogs ran around my feet barking like maniacs making themselves bounce up and down by each bark they made. I came to a stop seeing the dog treat store still up. The bright yellow decorated dog collar lights beep on and off in a pattern. Yes, there is a dog treat store that is open rom 5 AM to 10: 30 PM.

"You wanna a treat?" I ask.

The two dogs wag their small tails.

"Oh right," I said, with a sigh. Imagine a anime sweat drop alongside my hood and a visible dark cloud above my head. "I am talking to dogs."

The first dog barks.

"You are only lucky I have my wallet," I said. "Now sit down."

The dogs sat down on the sidewalk.

I go into the store taking my wallet out hearing the bell to the door chime. So many dog treats packaged in boxes and bags. I did not see a soul in the store taking a good glance. Maybe the owner is actually dead because his jealous wife shot him execution style in the back room? Well, if that were to happen I would have smelled the yucky blood. I walk past the rows of dog related treats until I came down to the back.

Two big bones.

Price tag: $19.89.

Now that is just without tax! Knowing the tax in Topslyvania; this will make the two treats twice their typical cost. I don't always go buy treats for dogs. I use spray paint on walls, take junk then turn the junk into something rather odd but steam punk like, and know my way around the streets. One of the great perks wearing dark clothing is that people don't go up to me randomly for a conversation.

Go stereotype, go stereotype!

I take two of the bagged dog treat bones off their hangar then go over to the counter.

Maybe the store is closed for the night and the owner forgot to turn the lights off, turn the sign around, and lock the door?

I look over the counter seeing no one in sight.

"Do it yourself check out," I said,rolling an eye. "How cheeky."

I take out my card then use the ID scanner on the row of black lines for both treats. Then slide my card, sign my name using a electronic pencil, and snatch the receipt. I tuck the printed receipt into my wallet along with the card. I walk out of the store holding the two treats in my hands to be greeted by the two homeless dogs practically bouncing up and down because of their bark.

My fingers turn into sharp claws.

"Now don't bother me again," I said, slicing open the packages. "Instead bother some one else next time for a treat."

I drop the two bones to the ground.

The first dog nabbed one bone and the second dog nabbed the other bone. The two dogs made off speeding for their lives like a couple bandits escaping a running train with their loot. My fingers return to normal so I put my wallet into my jean pocket and resume walking down the street. I can walk slow as I want to get back home.

Dad can trust me to either show up in jail or get home really late.

The dogs vanish in the distance.

I have a eerie feeling I am being followed.

I glance up towards the left.

On the ledge of a rooftop is a wolf with glowing purple eye staring down at me. His tail is swooped low alongside his right back leg. Does this count as being my first Decepticon? I thought Decepticons would look more intimidating. I shrug it off continuing my way down the street. Jeeze, if some one wanted to make me run silly willy then just standing there on a high elevated surface where the moonlight highlights their inner features.

How lame to attempt frightening me.

Thump went something behind me.

"Are you seriously intending on scaring me?" I ask, turning around.

The wolf shows his fangs.

"That is lame," I said. "Let me show you what is cooler than you."

Imagine Maleficent wearing a suit being techno-organic themed with wings and horns sprouting out of her head while covered by a helmet that had holes specifically designed for this kind of dress wear. My hoody had become the helmet. My wings spread out showing all the feathers glistening in the not so fabulous city street lights. I fold my arms.

"Who's the punk now?" I ask.

"Me," A male voice came from the wolf.

The wolf transforms into a tall robot with mainly blue fur, his torso is black with a green arrow pointing downwards, he wore a necklace with shark teeth hanging on, on his left shoulder is three scars, on the right shoulder is a string wrapped around with a feather, and his purple wolf eyes had become darker but his scary purple optics stood out. I stood my ground fighting back that temptation to fall down on my butt.

"You are the Autospring child," The wolf guy asks.

"Conspring," I correct the wolf guy.

"Hmm?" The wolf guy asks.

"Ivy Conspring," I said, taking a step back. "I can breath fire into your face; Con!"

"My name is WolfNight," WolfNight said. "But you may call me 'Night'."

I stare at the tall

"Why not WolfKnight?" I ask.

"I do not prefer the name of a warrior in my name," WolfNight said. "Megatron has a follower named Avenger for that reason." WolfNight has a soft laugh at it shaking his furry head walking towards me with hands behind his back. He came alongside me. WolfNight sniffs me. He sniffs me! How rude of him! "And you are not scared of me?" WolfNight takes a step back from me with a light hum reminding me of a new mustang. "How peculier."

"I don't see a symbol," I said.

"I don't see you with a protector," WolfNight makes his way right across me with his tail hitting my face.

I frown at the tall furry robot.

"I do not need a silly protector," I said. "And you? Trying to scare me is very pathetic."

"Independent," WolfNight said. "And a friend of the Autobots."

"I am not their right hand gal," I said.

"But you are a friend," WolfNight said.

"Of one," I said.

WolfNight lowers himself down to my level putting one servo on his knee.

"The scout bot," WolfNight said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Are you of Cybertron or of this planet?" WolfNight asks.

"I...Dunno," I said.

"Of course you do!" WolfNight said, standing up. "Your sires told you how they found a dragoness project called Cybertronia!"

I blink, contemplating this confusing reply.

"That just went over my head," I said.

"You want to know who your father is?" WolfNight asks.

"My dad is Larry," I said.

"Your real father," WolfNight said. "He used to be a Magnus. Ultra Magnus."

"Now my question," I said, stepping forwards. I return to my human form feeling no threat coming from me."Why are you guys in Ohio?"

"I don't know," WolfNight said. "I just follow the leader."

Note to self; ask one of the bots what Project Cybertronia is.

Second note to self; do not trust WolfNight.

"Then why are you following me?" I ask.

"I am following the leader," WolfNight said.

Then I hear a Raptor like screech across from WolfNight. The hair on the back of my neck raises up. I turn around then speed fast down the sidewalk.

"Rex!" WolfNight shouts.

My heart is pounding on and off. Sweat pours down my skin. I hear the wails to patrol cars follow behind me. The distinctive sound of a Raptor screaming is something not easily forgotten. There is a distinctive difference between the wails of a patrol car and a police car due to their urgency. Run! Run! Run! That is mainly what is on my mind.

I crash into a bush.

Wreecch went the wheels to patrol cars skidding on the pavement to the read.

"Stand up with hands behind your head!" A patrol officer shouts.

I get out off the bush feeling dizzy.

"Hands up!" The second patrol officer said.

I raise my hands up over my head.

"Oopsy?" I said, with a nervous laugh.