Transformers - VW Routan Transformation

Part 2-- Privacy

    “We are not interested!” orders Kelsie. Stellan arises and on his crutches comes out from behind his mom. Kelsie looks down at her son. “Get behind me!”

    Stellan looks over to Arcee. “How can I regain my mobility, provide transportation and save my home?” he asks, not frighten.

    Arcee holds out the VW Routan key, “With this.” She says, “This key will turn you into a hybrid of human and cybertronian. With this you can achieve all three.”

    “We will find our own way!” orders Kelsie as she pulls on her son. Stellan does not move, the child is actually calm, just as his name means ‘to be calm’. “Stellan…come!”

    Stellan looks over at his mom who stands guard against the robot and her son, “We both know that I don’t have much of a future mom…you have done so much for me…let me return the favor while doing something for my people!” he says.

    “Then we have a deal?” asks Arcee, expecting a struggle between the mother and her son anytime soon.

    Stellan nods, “We do.” He says. Kelsie rushes him, but Arcee freezes her in her tracks and she drops face first on the road. “What did you do to my mom?” asks Stellan, finally afraid.

    “Nothing can can’t recover from…she is asleep.”

    Stellan looks at his mom’s lifeless body, hoping that she is still alive, “You have my word, nothing is wrong with your mom…I put her to sleep…she would harm you and in-doing so, harm herself.” explains Arcee.

    “Who exactly are you anyhow?” asks Stellan.

    “I am a cyberorganic sentential species from the planet Cybertron…I serve under Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.” explains Arcee. “Is this a safe place to conduct transfiguration?”

    “Transfiguration?” questions Stellan, gazing at the lifeless body of his mom as he hobbles over to her.

    Arcee sighs, “Transformation…please focus Human.” Arcee’s voice urgent.

    Stellan looks back at the robot. “No…the bus should be here soon.”

    Arcee transform’s back into a Kawasaki Ninja 250R motorcycle and vocally calls out to the child. “Get on!”

    Stellan shakes his head, “I can’t leave her…in the middle of the road!” Arcee rolls over, transforms partly, allowing her arms to transform and grabs the woman’s body and once she transforms has the woman’s body lying on the back seat…two belts strap her in. Stellan shrugs his shoulders and hobbles on and looks at the motorcycle. “I’ve never rode a bike before.”

    “Hop on…and hold on…I’ll go slow.” Remarks Arcee and with a struggle, Stellan folds his crutches and holds onto them and his fingers wrap around the handlebars. “Here we go.” Without any loud engine rumbles, she speeds away with the child on her back and an unconscious woman on her rear. Analyzing the local area, she spots an abandoned site-project area about two miles down the road. Passing a few cars along the way defiantly received a few double glances from drivers…but none turned around to follow. Pulling onto a gated drive, Arcee drives around the block and drives down the drive.

    Arrival at the end, she slows down to a stop. Opening his crutches, he gets off Arcee, realizing how cool and how weird it was to ride on an alien robot from outer space! Standing at attention, Arcee transforms, holding Kelsie in her hands and lying her down on the drive…knowing that no one will be around to drive over her…beside her…and soon her son.

    “According to Goggle Earth and its data browser…this area has been abandoned for about six months…private enough to proceed…with minable distractions.”

    Stellan nods and stands in the cool grass, “Now what?” he asks.

    “Open your hand.” Stellan does so and Arcee holds her hand over his. She looks into his eyes, “Are you sure you want to proceed…you will no longer be a human…no longer able to live with your mother indirectly, no longer able to interact with the species of this planet.”

    Stellan thinks about it and nods twice. Arcee opens her hand and the key drops into his own hand. Stellan looks at it. It looks like one of those fancy electronic keys with all the bells-and-whistles. It has a symbol of a van with two opening doors, an opening rear door and a red panic button. Sitting in the field is a wheelchair…weird place for the medical device, but beside that…the place is pretty devoid of livable structure…more like a dump when you began looking closely.

    Arcee looks at the key and wonders why nothing is happening. “Hmm…I guess it does not work.” Arcee says with a mild degree of annoyance.

    Stellan looks at the keys beginning to melt into his skin. It burns and he grits his teeth as it enters his body. Arcee hears the child’s discomfort she turns to see the key entering the child’s body. “It really hurts.”

    Arcee gently places a hand on the child, wishing to comfort him, but is electrocuted pretty badly…making Stellan go numb and causing Arcee agony. Arcee looks at the burn and decides that it won’t be to her best interest if she touches the boy once more. The key has sunk deep into the child’s flesh that only the panic, lock-and-unlock, and door buttons a visible. Swelling around the key are silvery veins pulsating…growing throughout his hand. The pain is excruciating that he falls to his knees. And as he looks, an orange jeep pulls up and he looks at the call.
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