Transformers

Chapter 1: The Overview
Sam’s Point of View (POV)

My name is Samuel Witwicky. Yeah, call me Sam for short. And please, for the love of everything holy, don’t call me by my last name…I get teased enough already at school.  Anyways…this is my story. Now I suspect you want me to be some sort of superhero, right? Truth is, I’m just a regular teenage guy. Well…maybe sort of normal. My dad tells me I have an abnormal size head- - but that’s…that’s not the point.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I’m a senior in high school, I pretty much have one friend (Miles) and I gots me a crack-head chauawa named Mojo. The crazy thing has a broken leg or something- -some sort of trauma, and he needs to take like…five thousand pills a day. I have two parents (obviously) and my father is obsessed with keeping everything perfect and in place…which means no stepping on his grass, step on his pathway. Not grass. Check. Somehow I never seem to remember anyways.  

“Sam! Whatcha doin’?”

“Bumblebee…please! I’m trying to write a novel that could change the course of history!”

“…You’re doing homework…aren’t you?”

“No! Bee! Please- - go take a spin or something would ya? I gotta write more stuff down!”

“About what? Let me read…”

“Ok, that’s it! You know what…no- - no motor oil for you tonight! Not even a bedtime story!”

[Bumblebee pretends to cry and get my attention, and I feel bad for him cause I’m mush not man…]

“Alright! I’ll play jump- the-car with you after my ‘homework’.”

“Can I invite Optimus over too?!”

[As he begins to walk away I respond.] “Yeah…sure. Lets just attract some more attention. I don’t think we’ve got enough in the past few weeks!”  

Argh, lost my train of thought. Ok, where was I. Hold on, let me scan and figure out where the hell I am. Wait- - what are you doing? Sit back down! I’m not done yet! All I need is one minute…geez. Oh yes, there’s not much to say about my mom, other than the fact she loves to dress up poor Mojo. That dog has enough self-esteem issues already, a pink bow and prissy dog house doesn’t exactly help the matter. Anyways, you wanna find out how my ordinary life turned into an extraordinary one?…

Well, here’s the 4-11. Ok, that was gay. It all began about a month ago, when all I asked for my senior year was…you guessed it. A car. A nice, shiny porche, with headed butt pads and seven thousand cup holders with sweet spinners. I decided to get a perfectly well-deserved A in my history class by showing off my great-grandfather’s stuff that he took with him on his trip to explore the artic circle. It turns out he fell through some thin ice and spiraled down to an ice cave. At first he was all “what the hell?!” And then he found it. Or discovered it. Whatever or however you want to call it…he still found it. He ended up landing in Megatron’s icy, robo hand, accidentally activating Megatron’s navigation system. BAM. Megatron comes to life, knocking my great-grandfather over in the process, and also storing the coordinates of the Energon Cube on his glasses. In other words…THAT’S PRETTY IMPORTANT.

I’ll explain more about Megatron later. Meanwhile my great-grandfather turned out to be ok, but a little insane (I guess that’s where I get if from…) and started babbling about some ice-man he saw, creating all these crazy symbols and becoming insane.

Two generations later…here I am hacking off his stuff in my class, everyone laughing at me. I kept the glasses on eBay for a long time, but there were no bids. Ever. After getting my car, I was pretty happy with it, especially after it pretty much won me a ride home with Mikaela Banes. Ah, Mikaela. Only the prettiest, most popular, HOTTEST (ok, sorry…) girl in school. But she was always all over her boyfriend Trent. But one day…I seized the opportunity to take Mikaela home after she was arguing with Trent. I had to kick Miles out (If you ever read this buddy, I’m sorry….it had to be done.)

Anyways…I got to ride the girl of my dreams home…and show her my guns. I think they’ve gotten bigger since last week. Hold on…[checks muscles…and checks for facial hair.] Damn! In due time…in due time…they will come. Don’t get too upset Sam. Breath. I SAID BREATH. Ok…I’m good. Any who, After dropping off Mikaela at her house (and a few complications with Bumblebee…darn you for that Bee…darn you,) I went inside still stunned by what my car had done. That was weird…like, super weird. Cars are NOT supposed to do that. If you know what I mean.

I went to bed scared that night…only to wake up in the middle of the night to find my car driving off the driveway.

“No…no, no, no! That’s my car! Hey! That’s my car! Stop!” I had screamed and ran to grab my sweatshirt and sprint downstairs. “Dad, call the cops!” I screamed, grabbed my bike, and pedaled as fast as I could on the bike, calling 911 as I went. The officer was asking me all these questions…questions I had no time for. “No! Don’t you question me…my father is the head of the neighborhood watch!” So I drove on and on after my car which was picking up speed pretty fast.

We ended up in a junkyard, and I threw my bike to the ground in pursuit of my car. An amazing thing happened next. No, Spiderman did not swoop down and crown me super-bike-boy of the year. Just let me tell the story would ya? My car TRANSFORMED. No, I’m not on Mojo…its true! It turned from a crappy camaro to this huge yellow robot, with two eyes, arms, the works! At first, I thought I was seeing things…so I slapped myself. Then pinched myself. Then…(I could go on forever, so I’ll just get to the point.) After, I decided to take a video with my camera phone. You know, so when they find my body and this cell the human race can see what their really up against…

After saying my final farewell to my parents and Mojo…I held the phone up high so they could witness my psycho robotic car coming to life. Then I had a run in with some junkyard dogs and the police. Urgh, that was the freakiest, worst night of my life. But its not even as close to creepy as what’s comin’ to you next. After my father bailed me out of jail, I went to sleep, only to wake up in the morning to find my car was back. I called Miles to let him know Satan’s camaro was stalking me from my backyard, grabbed my mother’s bike (I had lost mine back at the junkyard…stop laughing!) So I pedaled on and on…scared to pieces. Then I had a run in with Mikaela…(I flipped over and looked like an idiot…blah, blah, blah) and I sped off to find a police car in a small secluded parking garage.

“Oh, thank God!” I screamed and tried to hail the police man over.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a stop, the policeman in the car seemed oblivious to me or the world, just sitting there staring into space. I knew then that something was wrong. Then the man hit the gas, peeling towards me, practically running me over.”

“No, no! I’m sorry…officer!…oh god! No, stop, stop, please!” I started to scream as the car slammed on the brakes and then wheeled towards me again. My stomach surged inside me, and my heart was pounding against my ribcage. The car was…ok…get this…TRANSFORMING! Stop laughing! I already told you I’m not on mojo! It really did transform…into this creepy, yet HUGE evil robot thingy-mcbobber.

“Are you LadiesMan1127?!” It screamed in my ear. I leapt onto the hood of another car.

“Wha--?”

“Are you LadiesMan1227?!” It repeated, slamming its hard fist on the hood of the car, causing a big dent. It was in my face now, and its beady eyes glared menacingly back.

I pealed as fast as I could out of there, my car ended up saving me and Mikaela from certain death of that robot. I learned his name was Bumblebee…he was my protector. My car is a transformer! How cool is that? I found this out from their  leader, Optimus Prime. He’s a natural born leader, who descended to earth with his friends in search of the cube (that thing I mentioned earlier.) The cube (aka, the “Allspark”) is their source to life, and it happened to land here during the war between the Decepticons and Autobots.

They needed to find it before Prime’s brother, Megatron gets a hold of it. He was the evil brother (because every good hero/villain story has two brothers on opposing sides, right?) So basically in a nutshell….a great war began long, long ago on planet Cybertron. The war broke out between noble and great Autobot leader Optimus Prime (the good guys) and Megatron, who is a Decepticon (the BAD guys.) The Autobots managed to smuggle the Allspark off the planet, but Megatron blasted off in search of it. He eventually tracked it to the planet of Earth (1850), but his reckless desire for power sent him right into the Arctic Ocean, and the sheer cold forced him into a paralyzed state. His body was later found by my great grandfather. The map of the Allspark was printed on his glasses, which is why Prime asked me if he could have them so they could find the coordinates of the Allspark.

So, to speed things up a little, because I know you must be getting bored (as amazing as my story-telling is…)

So, in the end, the good guys one…gee, I don’t think you saw that coming. Bumblebee came to my rescue several times, even losing his legs…for me! He’s the greatest. The only way to destroy the cube and keep Megatron from getting his hands on the cube is to sacrifice a robot. Prime was willing to give up his life for the better of the human race and the Autobots. [Tear.] But I had other plans…I actually ended up sacrificing Megatron, shoving the cube in his chest! I know, I know, please. Hold the applause. Thank you, you’re too kind. But don’t get me wrong, I was scared out of mind. But still… I rocked! When I was done I was all like “Ohhh! What now?! Bitch! Boom, boom, wiki, wiki, whoop!- -”  

“Sam? Are you trying to make a rap album again?”

“What? Optimus…what are you doing?!”

“Bee invited me over, remember? Oh, here he is now.”

“Could you guys just please give a minute to-”

“Hey Sam, you said you would play Jump-The-Car with meeee! Optimus wants to play too!”

“Oh, for in the name of the Allspark itself, why cant I just finish what I’m doing here,
THEN I’ll play jump the car.”

“Then can Optimus sleepover…?”

“…Is that seriously a question? Look, I’ll be right there. Hold on!”
As I was saying…the cube was demolished, peace was restored to the city…for the time being. I learned Bee was going to be ok, which was a big relief. I finally got to be with my dream girl, and I had a sweet Autobot team that had my back, all except for poor Jazz, he was torn apart by Megatron. But Megatron was now done for, but it only took us a moment to figure out that one of his comrades, Starscream escaped the city. It should be only a matter of time before he might return with some friends. But I wont tell you anymore about my story…I’ll let fate do the rest. Have a good one…I’m off to play Jump-The-Car. Peace.