Spiritimus Prime: Meh, I felt like posting my first 2007verse fanfic. It may not be great, but hey, it's always good to have a first attempt at something that's still new to you, right? No, there are no pairings in this story in case you're wondering. This is more like a friendship that goes beyond the species boarder. Okay, lame words, but you get the general idea. Enjoy!
Chapter 1:
Fortuity Strikes
The morning sun began to rise from behind the hills. The warm rays casting their light across the town that seemed to pierce curtains and getting into people's eyes as a new day started with tomorrow left behind in its wake. While it was always normal for such things, it was always an annoying time for some who were not early birds. From within a blue and grey house that was littered with a normal garden and a young oak tree that was only ten feet tall by human standards, an 19-yr old girl slept, her head was facing the wall of her room and her black hair covered most of her face to prevent the sun's rays from piercing her eyelids.
Beep, beep, beep!
The sound of the girl's alarm clock startled her as she jolted up right and her fist instantly bashed down upon the clock's top, causing it to become dead silent. "Man," she groaned. "Talk about a wake up call! I hate getting up this early… especially when it's only Saturday." Shaking her head and moving black hair out of her eyes that flopped behind her head like a black, unsettled waterfall, that looked twisted and out of line. The girl removed the covers from herself and tiredly glanced around her room, her green eyes blinking as she struggled to get the sleep out of them.
The room's walls were littered with tomboyish things such as trucks and supercars that included a CCX or an SSC Aero. While it seemed strange for a girl to have such a fascination for vehicles, it was even odder to hear that she had an interest in other boy things. Call her crazy, but what else was there to love?
Once the sleep had been taken cared of, along with her personal hygiene by taking a two minute shower, the girl quickly got dressed by putting on a black shirt that read 'I love trucks!' and a pair of trucker jeans and some socks and sneakers that looked a little old, but that was just the way that she liked to dress when she went to work. Sighing, she then rolled her eyes when she heard movement downstairs. Of all the nerves, her twin brother, Jason, had to be up already.
"Come on, Jazzy!" Jason's voice called. "You don't to be late again, do ya?"
Jazzy, or Jasmine as her proper name was, chewed her bottom lip in annoyance. "Alright, alright, Jason, just give me a minute would you!" she answered, her voice growling. While she may be short-tempered at times, her coolheaded twin brother, Jason, always knew when to step up and keep her in line. At times it was annoying, but she hid her love for her brother very well, and would never admit it that he was right most of the time.
Once she'd finished brushing her hair, Jasmine then bolted downstairs like a fit gymnast. Whistling past her Jack Russell Terrier, Mack, who yelped and barked in protest. Jasmine gave him a swift apology before rushing towards the kitchen to get her breakfast ready. She was a little surprised to see Jason preparing it for her. She lifted an eye brow at him in confusion. This was not like her brother to do something for her… not unless it was necessary.
"That's definitely not like you, Jason," she joked as she sat down at the table as he set her plate of bacon and eggs on the table in front of her. Jason was only 5'9 and had and green eyes like his twin sister, but he had short brown hair instead of black, and he had a muscle built body. Jasmine was only 5'7 and was pretty skinny, but still had some added muscle to her body. Both of them had fair white skin as well.
"I felt like doing breakfast for a change," said Jason. "Besides, you always cook breakfast for me, so I wanted to return the favour. You're always working hard 'round the clock since mom and dad died in that car accident."
Jasmine looked down at the table as Jason brought up the subject about their parents getting killed in a car accident that had happened several months ago. It had occurred when the twin had just left to go and start a life of their own together, not wanting to be separated from each other, and neither one of them had been the same since then and had only gotten closer to support one another through life.
"I suppose you're right, Jason. Maybe I am working beyond my limits… like usual," she said and shrugged her shoulders and dug her fingers in her long black hair. Sighing before digging into her breakfast, her thoughts then drifted off into her head as she thought about the accident. She may have not witnessed it, but she had heard that some black and white Saleen S281 patrol car was responsible for slamming into their parents' car, a silver Ford Falcon, and had killed their parents as quickly as the suffering had began. No one knew what had happened to the Saleen because it had disappeared before anyone could get a chance to read the number plate on its front.
"Just take it easy, Jazzy, okay," said Jason as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Jasmine smiled up at her brother and her shoulders slumped, trying to please him. It had been difficult over the past several months since that accident, but their parents had left them a will if something might've happened to them. They had been given their house, their other vehicle that had not been involve in the car crash, which was a 2007 Toyota Camry, and a lot of money to help them get through their life.
Jasmine nodded as she finished the last bit of her bacon and eggs and thanked Jason for the breakfast, and she grabbed her purse and truck keys before giving Jason a quick kiss on the right cheek and bolted out the door, but not before she turned to him and said, "I might not be home until 4 P.M. Bossy-boots might keep me out for a while."
Bossy-boots was the nickname of Jasmine's boss, Kyle Handleson, who was a bossy, but kind, man who always wanted to keep his truckers working until he said that they were done for the day.
Jason nodded. "Just drive safely, Jazzy. You know how much vehicles scare me half to death," he said, his lips forming a thin line as he frowned at his sister. As much as he was coolheaded, he'd become fiercely protective of his little twin sister since the accident and Jasmine couldn't blame him for such matters. He was only looking out for her.
"Alright, I promise… big brother," Jasmine laughed and she waved goodbye to him before rushing off towards her Long-nosed Semi truck that she had gotten as her eighteenth birthday present from her dad. The truck was mainly red with silver flames decorated all over it. She cherished this gift dearly, and even had a habit of talking to it like as if it was a long-time friend and alive.
Jason considered this as insanity, and he often teased her about this habit. Jasmine would reply with a snort and would say that he was being ridiculous.
Because of the silver flamed decorations on the truck's bonnet and sides, she named it Silverflame. As odd as it was, Jasmine didn't care if anyone thought she was crazy. She loved her truck dearly, and she would never sell it, even if someone offered her the highest price in the world. Why would she want to sell the last gift that her father had given her before the accident? Yes, the accident had happened the day she had turned nineteen. It had been the worst day of her life and she chose to seek sanctuary in Silverflame and talk to it. The silence had always been welcoming, even if the truck couldn't hear or speak. She sometimes believed that Silverflame would listen to her every time she made conversation with it. As strange as it was, the bond between herself and her pride and joy was something that she cherished greatly.
Placing the keys into the ignition switch, Silverflame roared into life. The sound of the engine was not too loud or too quiet; it was sweet music to her ears. Peering out the window, she waved goodbye to Jason and he waved back as she pulled out of the driveway. The impressive flamed body of Silverflame glowing in the warm sun as it disappeared into the distance.
"Ah, you're right on time, Miss Clark," said Kyle Handleson as he greeted the 19-yr old girl with a dip of his trucker's cap when she parked Silverflame in front of the shop that he owned called Truck Stop.
"Thanks, Mr. Handleson," Jasmine thanked as she dipped her trucker's cap as well towards her boss and hopped out of her truck. "So what have we got today?" she asked, glancing around at all the other trucks that were getting ready to take their loads to their destinations.
"Well, I've got you some building materials to deliver to an old warehouse on the outskirts of our town. Apparently some people called me that they wanted to renovate it, but I doubt that place will do them much good. It hasn't been used in the past five years because of it going out of business," Kyle explained.
Jasmine nodded. "Care to show me where the load is?" she asked.
"Yup, it's right this way," Kyle answered and he motioned Jasmine to follow her. They walked past several trailers until they came to a silver one with blue and red stripes. Jasmine could see some worker men just finished loading up a steel beam inside the trailer and closing up its behind.
Kyle then turned to Jasmine and handed her a clipboard. "This is the address for the warehouse, but I'm sure you've heard of the place before," he said, chuckling a little.
Jasmine laughed and nodded. "Not when I've got Silverflame with me. He knows the place like at the back of his tailpipes," she said, which earned a blank stare from Kyle. She cleared her throat and said, "I mean… yes, sir."
"Alright then, just go get that bloody truck of yours and get going. Once you're done with the delivery, you can go home," Kyle said, surprising Jasmine. She looked at him as though he was the one insane. Oh well, at least she really hadn't gone bonkers with talking to her truck and thinking it was alive.
"Thanks sir, but I have a feeling you might change your mind about it," she joked.
"Just get going, Miss Clark," Kyle growled, his voice getting cold.
"Yes, sir," Jasmine replied and she did a mock salute before taking off in case Kyle really did decide to give her another job. She clambered into Silverflame and backed the silver and red truck in front of the trailer. There was clanking sound as someone hooked the trailer to the back of Silverflame. Looking through the rear-view mirror and seeing the given thumbs up by one of the worker men, she gave the same gesture and ignited the truck's engine once again before driving out the gate of Truck Stop.
"I don't know about you, Silverflame, but it seems to be a little hot in here, don't you think?" Jasmine asked, looking down at the radio. "And plus, we could use a bit of music." She chuckled and switched the air conditioner on and then the radio. She leaned back a little in the driver's seat and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as her thoughts followed the beat to the music.
You can beat me, I'm a rock star
I'm rhyming on top of a cop car
I'm a rebel and my .44 pops far
It's almost over now, it's almost over now
Guess you ain't heard that we swallow guys
It's damn too late to apologise
When you see the mantle or when you see the skies
It's almost over now, it's almost over now
Jasmine felt the cool air rush against her skin faster. She'd completely forgotten about her problems. It was just her and Silverflame driving together on the highway that seemed to swallow up herself and her precious vehicle. Jasmine took a deep breath, letting her muscles relax for a moment. But then her green eyes widened when she spotted a blue and red Peterbilt truck that resembled her own and was driving at a fast speed. Following right behind it was a black GMC Pickup truck, a modified Hummer H2, and a fifth generation Camero.
Where are those guys going in such a rush? Don't they know that they're going over the speed limit, Jasmine thought to herself, but then she shrugged her shoulders and returned her attention to the road, but then she spotted an F-22 Raptor flying above her. Was it just her imagination, or was that plane getting a little too close for comfort?
Something was wrong with this picture, and Jasmine felt her heart rate increase. A shiver went up her spine and she chewed her bottom lip, trying to ignore the jet that was following her. The fear began to get worse when the jet roared over, creating a sonic boom in its wake and Jasmine instantly hit the break on Silverflame. The silver flamed truck suddenly stopped and she could hear the screeching wheels of other cars coming to an abrupt halt.
"Move it you moron!" someone screamed behind her. Jasmine ignored the cry and glanced up at the jet again. Wait a minute… how could it turn so fast? Her fears were answered when she noticed the jet heading straight towards her and she gunned it down. Silverflame took off, its wheels spinning out of control as the rubber burned against the road and it started off again at a fast speed. The jet zoomed above her again, just missing Silverflame's exhaust pipes on the top by a mere human inch.
The jet turned again and dived once more, its target locked on. I've got you right where I want you, Optimus Prime, it thought as it prepared to launch a missile. Without further hesitation, a missile was launched from underneath its right wing and it darted towards the silver flamed truck.
Jasmine tried to increase the speed of Silverflame, but she'd reacted a second too late. One minute she felt sweat burning against her white skin, and the next minute, everything exploded right in front of her eyes. Flames coated Silverflame's trailer and bonnet as it swivelled out of control. Silverflame's front section was flung into the air, the trailer lifting halfway behind it while the back wheels of the trailer remained planted to the ground.
Silverflame landed on its wheels, but then was tossed onto its right side and glass shattered around Jasmine. Some glass got into her skin while bits and pieces were thrown everywhere around her as the silver flamed truck skidded across the highway, it's wheels spinning at a hundred miles an hour as it came to a sudden stop.
Jasmine's world had gone all hazy in her vision. Her head swam as pain erupted through her arms and legs. She could barely make out the sounds of other cars zoomed past her truck, trying to slow down. Blood gushed down her forehead and made her sight even hazier. Everything inside her hurt, she could barely even move and she realised that she was pinned by a slab of metal that had been part of Silverflame's frame from the window shield. If it had pinned her any further, she might've been stabbed in the ribs.
Just before her whole world went out like a light, she thought she caught a glimpse of a red Peterbilt truck with blue flames running on its bonnet and sides. More pain spread throughout her limbs and Jasmine whimpered. Slowly, she slipped into total darkness.
Spiritimus Prime: I apologise for the swift entry of action, but what the hell? (shrugs) Um... anyway, that song Jasmine was listening to was Rock Star by N.E.R.D. I absoloutely love that song! (girly squeal) Ahem... I just hope you enjoyed this first chapter of my first attempt with the 2007 movie. Oiy, I don't think it will ever be as good as other people's attempt, but it is always good to have a go at something, isn't it? Stay tunned if you want to read more!