Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Protector ❯ Seven years later. ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A/N: So yeah, it's about giant transforming robots. Okay? :) I in no shape or form own this movie, as it is a product of Warns. Bro and Mr. Brad Bird; he once said that the sequel would be a bit outlandish, I have done this to a degree in this story but it more or less is my version of what happens next. And, yes, I know. I just hope you've seen the first movie and if there's a problem I'll switch the categories back. ^_-

Chapter One:The Seventh Year.

Christmas 1957, Washington D.C....

He stared at walls for that was all he could do, and that was all he chose to do for the most parts. The man had been in detention in grade school, so this was nothing new.

"You could have a better life then this, Mr. Mansley."A heavily-accented voice accosted him from the barred window.

The forty-year-old man did not acknowledge him, he only continued to stare bitterly forward.

"You have knowledge that is essential to us. We must colloborate."

Still he stared forward.

"I know of the robotic entity you encountered a couple months ago."

Kent glanced over at the man behind the door. "That accent,"he muttered, suspicious."Could you be a communist?"

"You are so quick to assume, I happen to be many things."

"What do you want?"

"Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am Sergey Dimelo."

A young woman sat back in her chair, gazing out the paneled glass window of her mother ship with deep, meditative eyes. She turned to look at the golden machine situated at her right side.

"In shein tu aksink?" Where are the whereabouts of Droid 7000?

What appeared to be a head moved to meet her eyes with it's orange beams. It had been at work scanning and detecting the far reaches of space and time for days, but had not found a trace.

"Eh tun a shae un tavie kashin ta." Location is undetermined, Kina.

She sent the robotic entity a stiff glare, vowing to reprogram it the moment they found their subject. It still remained a mystery to her why the metal contraption always referred to her by her name, but it would undermine her very ethnics to ask it.

"Ka nat kuont tanis!"Droid 7000 located. Estimated time: four days, atmospheric availability: is plentiful.

The fem-droid reported methodically. She turned to order the bot:

"A kins ta vadum astur waskin ta gutan." Activate homing device.

Kina smiled inwardly, imagining setting her sights on the droid for the first time. It was the last of it's kind and was only days away. The signal blared brightly from the gold droid's chest.

II.

April 28th 1964 Rockwell Maine...

A gentle golden light settled from the ocean view all the way into the harbor of the relatively unsung historic fishing town. People went about their lives normally, contently, it had been seven years since the 'unknown invader' had given his life for their existence.

It was a debt that could not be re-paid except for moving forward with life. The new rays of the beginning sun stretched down to a craggy ledge, and intertwined with the dew-glistened grass to reveal an unrusted yet burnt screw that lay against a large rock.

The screw just stayed there, undisturbed for the last six spring times. It laid there with no hint of importance or significance as it peered out patiently from behind a tuft of grass.

Suddenly, it gave a small jolt. Then another and another. The screw then beeped.

x.x.x

Late day...

A small girl with a long, black braid and blue eyes made her way along after her father from the local town grocery. She looked up toward a tall cliff aligned with trees before turning to her father.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?" the man with dark hair and casual work-wear answered as he placed the brown bags in a compartment, and then picked up the crutch-aided little girl to place her inside a side part of the black motorcycle he drove.

"Ever think anything weird is going to happen?"

The man moved his rectangle-tinted shades onto his head and smiled down at her, a small spark of imagination in his eyes. "Anything's possible, Julianne," he answered before starting the engine, saying musingly to himself, "anything at all."

She kept her eyes to the forest high above as they pulled away, entranced.

III.

1964, Iceland...

A large vessel approached from behind a small isle of ice, coming near the triangular shape of a whale's fin arching above an iceburg. The men aboard worked to steer the ship around and prep a huge harpoon.

"Ready it, now!"Someone called loudly.

The frigid waters moved against them as they attempted circling in the direction of the fin, but they managed to get a good position so that the barbed head would aim directly for the fin's mid-dorsal.

As they drew closer a few men noticed something peculiar about it, the water-washed fin looked to have bolts running around the right side of it. Gasps escaped as the gray skin appeared metal.

It was obvious there had been a ship wreck, they removed their hats for a moment of prayer when a deep, heart thumping shift in the iced-over ground made them look back up. A looming silohouette formed from the fog.

All of a sudden, a hand of mass proportions reached for the even larger object fixated into the little island of ice and the medium-sized glacier. The whale hunters gaped as a being with big, white eyes dislodged it's arm.

"Mother of pearl, the reports are true!It's the robot who hides in the glaciers and attacks ships. It has come to devour ours, men!"

They watched in befuddlement as the giant reattached it's own metal limb, while one man aggressively knocked another aside to get to the harpoon and direct it right where the chest area was.

"Over my dead body will I let this creature do me in." He declared between yellow grit teeth.

The Giant's eyes fell to illuminate him and he instantly saw the intelligence that lay beyond the calm, ivory beams. It was then that he looked over to the split of glacier and then back at the robot, who almost seemed to wear an acknowledging look. Beyond a doubt, the man saw that the Giant had purposely placed his arm there.

He had immodestly baited them as he probably had done many previous times before.

A gurgling noise broke the awed daze and the Giant reached his hand down to where the guy fell to his back in surprise that such a creature could be sentient;fear had avoided him entirely.

"Sir!"One of his men called."The creature is reaching down for meh,no,no,ahh!"

The sound of something hard squelched; as bones being grinded might sound.

When he looked up the harpoon was ripped from the floor boards and plopped into the Giant's mouth. That's when he saw that a screw was missing from the jawline, leaving the mandible askew.

Yet the harpoon was eaten nevertheless.

They watched incredulously as he spat out the end of the harpoon and pegged the makeshift securer into the lower jaw's hole while using the other hand to push up the limp jaw, he than gave what appeared to be a satisfied smile after working out the kinks in it.

The captain felt like he was ready to fall through the remaining planks.

With no more business there, the Giant turned around to head back into the snow and mist when an attenna slid from his head and sent a barely visible ultraviolet wave out. It was there for only a moment before vanishing all together.

He seemed to be picking something up...

This time it was his turn to look incredulous at such an unlikely occurence.

"Ho-garth..."The strange name echoed like a memory waiting to come to the forefront, and a long-debated decision was made.

The men turned terrified in their fascination when he looked back down to them, gave their hull a small push with his finger tip to send them floating back and pointed at the place where the whale hunting harpoon had been on the splintered floor. The dumbfounded captain and his crew nodded automatically when he shook a finger at them as a friendly reminder. The Giant then gave a quick, affirmitive nod to himself when he saw them a good distance away from the iceburg.

"Hmph."

They all watched as the metal being bent his knees and gave a launch into the air, his enormous body enveloped their light in shadow and they feared they would be belly-flopped to death, but a moment later the Giant had vanished totally.

More ultraviolent rays had shielded his body in a wide but thin cloaked spectural.

Flames rippled furiously like rocket fuel being churned out of it's combustion chamber over the gawking observers, and before any person could get out a single word, the fire trails had vanished.

"Where do you think it be goin'?"Someone found their voice to ask the obvious.

No one had an answer.

IIIV

May 1st,1964:Rockwell,Maine...

A large, red motorcycle raced down the main road with a smaller green one right at it's end, the tail pipes glowing as if they were about to send out jets of flame. Both cycles slowed to the local diner.

People glanced up from what they were doing momentarily, while both riders manuvered their way into the parking lot. The crimson paint of the bigger motorcycle gleamed freshly as the person removed a matching helmet.

"Your old man and lady did you one right, Garth Hughes."

The sixteen-year-old gave a side grin over at his friend before adjusting the mirror on his handle bar."I'll say,"he replied as he examined his square features."Dean and Mom don't disappoint."

"We'd have been here sooner if you hadn't stopped to work on that tractor."

"What can I say? John needed a hand. Sides, when I finally get my own body shop they'll be plenty of green to go around."

A small spot of stubble was growing on his chin and he fingered it a bit worriedly, shaving was always a pain. Hogarth put the kick stand down and checked his wallet for his few quarters.

"Hey, bro."Billy slapped a hand on his padded shoulder."Think you can bum a twenty-five cent piece?I'm a little low on dough."

"You're up to three bone, man."

"Aw, c'mon, be a pal. How about I write an 'I Owe You'?"

He gradually reached over to give him a quarter, when the sight of a hippie gathering caught his attention. Hogarth was ready to disregard them when one girl in particular made him drop most of his change. She sat behind a folding table reading some novel-type book under the shade of a live oak.

"Who's that?"

"Who?"Billy asked distractedly, scrambling for the fallen coins.

"Her."He felt a lump in his throat as he pointed her out.

"That hippie chick?I think her name's Taylor Evans from English class."

"Is it okay if I see you around...?"

"Wait."he caught his friend's shoulder and whispered."Are you really gonna go after that free-lovin' female?"

Hogarth glared at him.

"What? Girls like that only want to go with you for the-"

"I get it."

Despite his friend's warning, Hogarth felt himself gravitated toward the girl where several other hippie teens were braiding hair or tie-dying shirts while some were doing balloon animals, they had I Want To Hold Your Hand playing at a medium volume from inside a psychedelic patterned 50's VW bus.

Not my choice of coat, but I can dig it.

Taylor was a petite girl of around sixteen with almost china doll-like features, hazel-ish eyes, a small bow-shaped mouth and a tiny, slightly upturned nose set in a perfect oval face while framed by straight, honey-blonde hair with a tie-dye bandana.

Hogarth swiped a thick-toothed comb from his back pocket and ran it through his tossled brown hair once before approaching her.

"So," He rested an arm on the counter cockily."What is all this?"

Taylor raised a brow."Ways for raising money for the vet clinic. Fifty cents per item."she added to him as she moved a tin can down between her knees.

A boy wearing John Lennon sunglasses paused from dipping a shirt."Fifty cents?But it's-Oof!"

It was apparent his foot had been stomped on.

"Fifty cents?"Hogarth reached into his pocket."Kind of steep, isn't it?Well,I would go on ahead but it looks like I only have one quarter." he flipped it up into the air expertly. "Sorry about that."

"No problem."She snatched it up in mid-flip.

"Hey."he tried getting it back, faltering a bit."You can't just-"

"Here."Taylor placed a partial ballon in his hand."It's half off."

Hogarth lifted a clear red stub by the rear legs."Is this a tail...?"

"Mm-hm."She smiled sweetly."I made it up to be a donkey."

He smiled back dryly."You aren't as funny as you think you are."

She stood up."And you're not as cool as you think you are."

"Well, maybe I happen to like leather jackets."he pulled on his collar."And motorcycles."

"And maybe I have a unique sense of humor that goes underappreciated."

"How much was it really?"Hogarth demanded, he would not be taken for a fool. That was something he could do himself.

The two stared each other down a moment before Taylor let out a weary sigh, slipping back down in her folding chair defeatedly.

"Ten cents,"she admitted before holding out a dime and nickel to him."It's hard to believe,but we haven't had many kids by."

"Not that hard. When I was a kid I always had my nose buried in a comic book."He gave her hand a dismissive wave."Save a pup."

"I didn't mean to con you."She tried giving him his change.

"Yes, you did."

"But not personally."

"But, intentionally."Hogarth pointed out, his index finger in the air for pointed emphasise."I put up with many things, but lying about lying?"

She gave a laugh before ushering him away."All right, get going.I think we've already gone and made enough of a scene as it is..."

He turned perplexed when she suddenly trailed off and stuck out a hand, his fingers touched a well-muscled chest under a T-shirt and then struck the upper gums of a huge teenager behind him. Hogarth was jerked by the wrist around in time to face Gorden Rhinestien, the bigger teen stood with his shoulders brought back and his body poised in order to confront.

"Gorden,"Hogarth greeted him, exaggeratingly casual."Long time no see."he turned to glance over at Taylor, adding in a whisper."or stench."

She rolled her eyes.

"You hittin' on my girl, Hughes?"

"I don't hit girls, and I'm pretty sure people don't still own people."

Gordon loomed down closer to his face."She's my girl."he hissed.

"Guys."Taylor sounded in a struggle to stay level."Come on."

"I'm handlin' this, babe."

"You're making a scene,Gord."She told him.

"Gord?"Hogarth tried not to inhale the jock's foul breath."That's that vegetable they use during Halloween, right?With pumpkins."

The acne-prone face turned from suspicion to confusion to anger.

"You're askin' for it, loser face."

"Here."Hogarth coolly pulled out Gorden's letterman jacket pocket and dispensed some white candies inside."Breath mints." he then released it and gave the pocket a couple of pats. "and plenty of'em."

"Why you..."

"Ever wonder what a single pants leg is called? Is it pants or pant?"

He fumbled a bit with the square brass buckle as Gorden kept a towering vantage point over him, but grinned slightly when he got it.

"What the-?!"

The bigger boy scrambled to regain a more secure lift for the blue jeans that were failing him. When he got them situated, he thrust a hand out for Hogarth only to find his belt latched onto his wrist.

"Well, you were sort of asking for it."

"Let go!Please, le' go!"

"All righty then."He released the belt.

When Hogarth turned to see Taylor's reaction, she was going to board a volkswagon bus while the others loaded the stand inside. The girl gave him an unsure glance before getting on.

Hogarth started to move in her direction."Taylor..."

The door closed shut and the automobile started. Everything had back-fired.

"Hey, Garth man. Nice one!" Hogarth turned to see one of the members of his off-and-on motorcycle gang call out.

"Brother, the guy can talk his way out of anything," Another commented as they entered the diner and went to the far side. "as slick as the gray rabbit himself."

The leader, a stolid eighteen-year-old with a slight scar on his arched brows, gave Hogarth a nod to come join them before going in.

Instead, he took pity on the stumbling bully by undoing the thick belt and tossing it in his hand. Hogarth walked over to his bike before Gorden could stand up, and with the hopes his mother hadn't seen.

A quick glance over toward the diner's window showed Billy giving him two thumbs up in mock congradulations with Taylor while he sucked some of the fizz off his cream soda. Hogarth stuck his hand in his jacket pocket and gave him a subtle Bird.

Yeah, he thought, slightly annoyed. Just keep that smug look pal.

When his mother turned to wave with a smile at him,he gave a customary wave back and steered the heavy machine out onto the road, stopped to look both ways and started heading for home. That was when something made Hogarth pause to turn toward the setting sun far out in the distance.

His bike was poised toward home and yet he still stared toward the western sky ablaze in bright oranges and pinks. To avoid remembering, the young man started his destination.

Thinking that it could happen would only serve to erode his acceptance of things; what was in the past was in the past.

To be continued...