#fearisevolving

  “Woah there!” The man stumbles up to sitting from where he had been laying down on the park bench, silver Triumph motorcycle parked nearby. 

  “Don’t you know better than to wake up someone sleeping? I’ve got super fast reflexes. I could have hurt you.” 

The scrawny man stands up, dusting off some leaves that had fallen on him during his slumber under a nice big oak tree. 

Mikhail glared up at the signs above, the usual demanding people to report any sightings of those machines. He didn’t care much for it, at least not in the way most people would expect. He had his own reasons to hate those aliens and honestly, if he had the chance... well...

He brush the thought away, looking forward as he took notice to a woman who sat on the ledge that surrounded the fountain. He was resting just a few ways away, set up with his guitar and playing for tips and such.

There was ringing in her ears. Everything was pitched black, but even through the ringing, she could hear muffled noises in the background. Where am I? Am I dead? These thoughts cycled through her mind as she began to regain consciousness. It started off small--light poured through her eyelids and blurry shapes began to come into view. Her limbs felt heavy, but she tried to move her arms anyway. Instinct and adrenaline, mixed with whatever horror show her bionic arm diffused into her system, kicked in and she began to recover. Probably quicker than she anticipated. Sophie forced herself up, and it was then that she began to regain most of her focus. 

She was... in a forest? The tree trunks and parts of branches around her where all ripped off somehow--as if a giant force shattered through them. The ringing started to fade away, but in the distance, she heard metal clashing and felt the ground beneath her shaking. 

If anyone were pointing fingers, this was, without a doubt, Grimlock’s fault.

Not that Optimus ever pointed the fingers in this strange family of theirs, no matter how obvious the blame would be. But thankfully, Cade certainly did. It was helpful in times like the present. The man was currently yelling at the large beast of a bot to run along back home to the junk yard, before he created more of a mess then they were already in. 

Optimus wasn’t about to stop him. Cade and himself seemed to be the only two able to keep the Dino-bots under control most days.

But today, Grimlock had insisted following like a lost puppy on one of Cade’s many outings to check for other Autobot signatures. And as if driving around in a Flame-decaled big rig wasn’t noticeable enough, having a large metal dinosaur dash through a town after them would most certainly be cause for alarm.

Once they’d reached the outskirts of said town, Optimus had allowed Cade to get out and scold him, but now, as time was growing short, it was necessary that the Prime step in.

“Grimlock, That’s quiet enough of your whining. You heard him. Now Get Home this instant! Cade, We have company! TRF jeeps are on the way, three clicks out!”

Thankfully, The Dinobot seemed to take the hint, and was taking off in the opposite direction. 

Still, this was within 2 miles of their home! They’d have to hold ground strongly and carefully to get through this one...

“Cade, get home before they see you! I’ll handle this!” 

Before the human could answer, Optimus was transforming back into vehicle mode, and took off in the direction of the jeeps, leaving Cade in the dust.

‘He’s safer this way... They all are...’ 

                              “Yes, you CAN.”

                              HIS FRAME STRAINS AGAINST the binds that keep him in place. Green brightens && focuses on her through the heavy bars between. He doesn’t know how she got there but he won’t WASTE a chance to be released either.

The holoform sat on the hood of his alt mode, watching the people walk passed by him as he was partially hidden in the woods that outlined the north side of Hong Kong. The air was humid and hot, slightly causing some moisture to grow in his joints and parts but he didn't mind. It was at least better to rest in this area than in the noisy city landscape that was several yards in front of him.