Chapter 4

Sam and I spent the rest of the night in the police department.  We were sent to the jail cell.  Sam gave me the bed as he tried to sleep on the floor, though I don't think we got enough sleep last night.

The police called our parents and we were sent to the main floor.  We talked to the police while our mom and dad were there.

"Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being.  It just stood up," Sam said.  He was sitting in a chair beside me.

The police was in front of us.  "It just stood up?"  He asked for confirmation.  "Wow.  That's really neat.  Okay, chiefie."  He picked up two bottles and two Kleenex.  "Time to fill her up.  And no drippy-drippy."

I looked at Sam.  I was too embarrassed in myself to even hack up to courage to look at our dad.

Sam took both bottles and kleenex, handed one of each to me and looked back up at the police man in front of us.

"What are you rolling?"  He asked.  "Whippets?  Goodballs?  A little wowie sauce with the boys?"

"Are you asking if we're high?"  I asked.

"Yes, yes I am," he replied sternly.

"No, we're not on any drugs," Sam said.

The police man held up a bottle of pills in an orange container.  "What's these?  Found it in your pocket.  'Mojo.'  Is that what the kids are doing now?  Little bit of Mojo?"

"That name is for my dog," I said.

"Those are my dog's pain pills," Sam clarified.

Dad chimed in too.  "You know, a Chihuahua.  A little..."

The police man rubbed his forehead.  Sam looked at the man's gun, then back to him.  The police man moved his coat back a bit just so we could see his gun.  "What was that?"  He asked.

"Hmm?"  Sam asked.

"You eyeballing my piece, 50 Cent?"  The cop asked.

Sam looked scared.  He sat back in his chair, hoping it would go further back.

The police man stood up, interrogating Sam.  "You wanna go?  Make something happen.  Do it.  Cause I promise you, I will bust you up."

"Are you on drugs?"  Sam asked.

"Okay, we get it," I said loudly.

"Do you?"  He asked.  He turned to me.  "Do you?"

I didn't say anything more.

"You can go," the police man said to our dad.

We stood up and quickly left the police station.

When we got home, Sam and I went straight to bed.

***

The next morning, Sam stayed in bed until ten o'clock.  I was in the kitchen most of the morning watching the news.

Sam came through the doorway.  "Morning, Mo," he greeted our dog.

"It's almost like you give the dog more attention than you give me," I said to Sam.

"Mojo.  Mojo," Sam chanted.  He opened the refrigerator and swung sweater over his shoulder.

Mojo got up on the window sil and barked once.

"Stop with the barking, Mojo.  It's too early.  Please?"  Sam asked.  He had a bowl of something in his hands and placed it beside me on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

The dog kept barking.  I got up and looked out the window to see what he was barking at.

Sam's car came back.  "Sam!"  I exclaimed.

"Chick.  It's too early," Sam said.

"Just look out the window!  Your car is back.  Oh, no," I said.  It was parking on the lawn.

Sam looked so freaked out.  He took my arm and led me to the dining room.  "Stay hidden.  I'm calling Miles," he said.  He got his phone and dialed his number.

"Miles?  Hey, listen to me," Sam said hurriedly.  "My car, it stole itself!"

"What are you talking about, man?"  Miles asked.

Sam looked out the window.  "Satan's Camaro.  In my yard.  It's stalking us!"  Sam looked at me.  He hung up.  "We gotta go.  Another bike ride!"

Sam went to the garage and grabbed mom's bike for me and his dad's bike for him.  He ran out the steps and the biked bounced on the ground.  I followed his example as his Camaro started and drove behind him.

I jumped on my bike and started pedalling.  Sam made sure he was behind me so he could push me to go faster.  "Go, go, go!"  He said.

My car was parked on the other side of the street.  It started and followed me.  I looked back and saw the Bentley right behind me, first in line and the Camaro behind Sam on the sidewalk.  It was as if the cars were protecting us.

"Stop!"  Sam yelled at them.  We drove onto the road, crossing at an intersection.  "No, no, no, no, no."  I heard him whisper.

I drove up on the sidewalk and avoided the cement blocks sticking up.  I looked back and heard Sam.

"Wha, whoa, who...  Oww....  Ohhh," he exclaimed as he hit his head.  The wind was knocked out of him.

I braked and got off my bike, dropping it on the sidewalk.  "Sam!"  I knelt beside him.  "Are you okay?  Come on.  Get up."

"Sam?"  A very familiar voice asked.  I looked up and saw Mikaela.

Sam was groaning.  He looked to his left and saw the girl of his dreams.  "Hi..."  He groaned.

Mikaela looked at the bike, then looked at the cement.  "That was...  That was really awesome."

Sam turned over.  "Well, it felt awesome," he said, still groaning.

"Are you okay?"  Mikaela asked.

I picked up his bike and handed it to him.

"I'm not okay, all right?  I'm losing my mind a little bit," Sam said, scurrying to his feet.  He grabbed the bike from my hands.  "I'm getting chased by two cars right now.  Gotta go."

I looked behind us and saw my Bentley with the license plate 'JAZZ' on it.  That was my car.  "Time to go, Sam," I whispered.  I looked behind us, it was slowing down.  "Nice chatting, Mikaela."

I picked up my bike and ran a little bit to catch speed, then I jumped on.  I heard the Bentley pick up his speed and start coming after us again.  Sam's Camaro met up with us at the next intersection, still following Sam.

Sam turned into a parking garage.  It was a very open one.  Sam went down one lane and I went down the next one on Sam's right.  My car turned into the one on the right side of me and Sam's on the left side of him.

Sam and I pedalled fast.  He came to a stop, so I stopped near him.  He heard the same cop sirens as I did.

"Oh, great, cops," I said.  "Sam, we should go."

"We can't run from cops!  We tried that last night!"  Sam said, stressed out.

My car turned the opposite way and so did Sam's.  So much for trying to kill us.

Sam started biking towards the police cruiser.  "Officer!"  He called.

I stayed where I was and Sam tried to stop in front of the police door but it opened and knocked Sam off his bike.  "Sam!"  I yelled.  I tried to go forward, but my Bentley skidded to a stop in front of me.  Driver's side door in front of me opened.

"Get in," it said.

I left my bike and hopped in the car, not thinking twice about it.  The car door shut by itself.  I turned around and watched Sam disappear behind me.  "What about Sam?!"  I asked it.  I was actually talking to my car.

The radio turned on.  "Don't worry about Sam," it said in a human kind of mechanical voice.

"But he's my..." I started.

"Brother?  Family sticks together?"  It asked me.  "Not in this situation."

"Take me back!"  I exclaimed.  I looked to my left and saw Mikaela.  I thought quickly.  The door.  I looked at the handle, then at the clearing in a few meters.

3...2...1... Now!  I opened the door and I jumped out.  The car drifted to a stop.

I stood up quickly and ran.  I ran through piles of crap which had chairs and cardboard boxes.  I knocked somethings over so the Bentley wouldn't get through.  Nope, that didn't work.  He just drove over everything.  I looked up and saw Mikaela riding her motorcycle.  "Mikaela!"  I screamed.

I waved my hands at her.  "No!  Run!"  I screamed.  I ran as fast and as hard as I could.  I looked up and saw a different mechanical robot.  It was the same species as the Autobots, but a different colour.  It was the police cruiser.  I ran to Sam and stood behind a pillar, making myself unnoticeable during the robot's transformation.

Sam screamed as the robot transformed.  "Oh, God, no!  No!"  He got up really fast and ran.  Screaming, "Oh, shit!  Shit, shit, shit!  Oh, God!  Oh, shit!"

The robot just ran after Sam and swatted him onto the hood of a beat up GMC.  Sam groaned as his back hit the glass.

"Sam!"  I yelled.  I turned back around as Sam's Camaro was driving silently around the corner.

"It's a bad dream," Sam said.  He looked at the car-robot thing.

"Are you username LadiesMan217?"  The robot asked, slamming his fist into the ground beside the truck.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"  Sam yelled at it.

"Are you username LadiesMan217?"  I asked.

Silence.

"Yeah..."  Sam answered.

"Where is the eBay item 21153?"  It asked.  "Where are the glasses?"  The robot touched the truck and the hood slid down.  Sam slid and turned.  He stood up and ran, jumping off the back end of the car.  The robot flipped it as Sam landed on the ground.

Sam ran towards the exit.  I did too, but in a different way.  Sam was headed towards the highway.  I was headed to the grass outside.

Sam saw Mikaela.  "Get back!"  He yelled.  The robot followed him.

I tried to catch up with him.  I eventually called his name.  "Sam!"

"Chick..."  He called.  "Chick!"

Mikaela was on the highway, then turned into the parking garage.  Sam grabbed Mikaela's arm and yanked her off her motorcycle.  She landed on her back.

"God!"  She exclaimed.  "What is your problem, Sam?"  Sam fell on his right side.  He groaned.  I caught up with him.

"Come on!  You gotta get UP!"  I yelled.  "The friggin' machine is coming!"

"Okay!  There's a monster RIGHT THERE!  It just attacked me!"  Sam screamed.

"Here he comes, Sam!"  I yelled.  "All right, get up!"

"Get up and run!  You have to run, Chick!  Go!  Now!  Come on, Mikaela," he said.  He helped her up.  I started running then stopped as I saw Sam's yellow racing Camaro come hurddling in, turning and knocking down the robot.

My license plated car 'JAZZ' stopped in front of me.  "Trust me now?"  It asked me.

Sam's Camaro stopped in front of him and the door opened for him and Mikaela.

"Sam, what is that thing?"  Mikaela asked.

"You have to get in the car.  Get in," Sam said.  "Get in, Chick!"

I turned and saw my car's door open.  I hopped in, it started driving and it shut the door automatically.

The windows weren't there.  They were broken out.  I heard Mikaela's reply.

"I don't want to," she said.

"Get in the car.  Trust me," Sam said.

"Sam!"  Mikaela protested.

Sam just pulled her in.  "Get in!  Go, go, go, go, go!"  I heard Sam yell.

The Camaro drove off quickly.  My grey Bentley quickly picked up speed and the speedometer went past 120.

"Don't crash, don't crash, don't crash," I whispered.

The radio adjusted.  "Relax.  I'm not going to crash," the old Bentley's mechanical voice replied.  "How's it hanging?  The name's Jazz.  That there in front of us is Bumblebee," he said in slang.  "We're your guardians."

"Guardians?  What...?"  I asked.

There was dust in front of us.  The car in front of us so called Bumblebee went through and picked up speed.  Jazz turned down an alleyway.  "I may be small, decepticon, but you can't catch me," he said.  "Hop out for a minute."

I jumped out of the car.

"Tuck and cover," Jazz said.  His tires spun and he backed up, ramming the police cruiser into the wall.  My car, Jazz, turned and sped off.  He told me to tuck and cover, so I hid behind a big garabage bin and crouched down.  The police cruiser sped off to follow Jazz.  A few minutes went by and a gleaming grey Pontiac Solstice popped in front of the alleyway.

The passenger side door opened.  "Time to meet up with your brother."

I stood up.  "How did you...?"  I asked.

"Just a little thing we Autobots can do.  Get in the car," Jazz said.

I ducked down into the car and climbed over to the driver's seat.  I let him drive.  Jazz knew where he was going.  It was like he had a built in detector of where everyone was.

"Now.  I know where Bumblebee is, but where your brother and his girl are...  I wouldn't be able to tell ya," Jazz said.  "Knowin' Bumblebee he'll keep them both safe."

"Are you going to meet up with Bumblebee?"  I asked.

"Yea.  At your house," Jazz said.

"What?"  I asked.  "No, we need to find them."

"Miss Witwicky.  We don't have time to find them.  Bumblebee is now in pursuit with the decepticon," Jazz said calmly.  "The best thing to do right now is to lay low.  Why don't we kick it and take a drive?"

I nodded.  "Sounds good to me..."  I said, worried about my brother.

Jazz turned through traffic smoothly, just to get to the edge of town.  He parked on a hill and turned the car off and locked the doors.  He just sat there on the hill, quietly.

I watched the night sky.  There were comets flying and stars twinkling.  I'm glad one thing can go right in a night.

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