From Beyond The Stars (A Transformers Story)

“C'mon, let's take a peek.” he nodded, and we walked inside, hopefully disguised, but that damn bell thought otherwise. Suddenly, I heard Leo shout, his eyes wide and gleaming brown.

“That's him! That's him! That's the guy! That's him!”

“No...” I heard him mutter. Why the hell did I have to him again? He had conjured up some of the worst minutes of my life, and were were not on good terms. That's just my luck to come across Simmons again. Sam said something about how someone should've been kidding him while pulling his hood from his head as we stared, our mouths parted slightly in surprise and something close to horror.

“Alright, that's it! Everyone out! Store's closed!” Simmons yelled at the many costumers, pressing the silver bell in anger before throwing his hands up. His dark, penetrating black eyes glared dangerously as the hot breeze from outside warmed the store. His black, almost greasy hair had been pulled under a chef's hat from behind the counter.

“Wait? You three know each other?”

“Yeah, we're old friends.” Sam sneered.

“Old friends? You two are the case that shut down Sector 7! There went my savings! No more nice beach houses, no retirements, no nothing! And it's because of you, your damn sister and your criminal girlfriend. Look at her, now so mature.”

I still think he's a pedophile. I thought, placing a my weight on my hip with sass and fire in my slowly-brightening green eyes. Simmons scowled at me as harsh word's were exchanged between his mother and another worker with bad teeth.

“So, what have you been up to, Elizabeth? Pregnant yet? The way you jumped on Lennox those couple of years ago I would have thought of you walking in here with ten of those kids at your feet.” he insulted, his ego growing by the minute, but my venom wouldn't be worn out after a couple blows.

“Oh, you know, marrying Lennox. Not getting pregnant before the marriage. Moving into a nice place with my new family. And, from what I see, you've doing pretty well too. Yelling at your costumers and living with your mother.”

“Hey! I don't live with my mother, she lives with me. There's a big difference. They got your face all over the news, alien boy,” Simmons spoke quickly at Sam, pointing to the television across the counter, hanging on the wall, “And NBE-1 is still kickin', huh? How did that happen? Don't answer! I don't know what your hiding but I don't want anything to do with it. You don't know me, I don't know you, I just got bagels to smear.”

“Well--”

“No! Sh!”

“Can you give me 5 seconds?,” Sam said as we went across the room, silently following Simmons whip off his hat and go towards the door marked 'Employees Only', “We need your help, okay?”

“Oh, you need my help?”

“Look,” Sam started to panic, dropping his hat to stare up at Simmons with fear in his eyes, “I am slowly losing my mind. Both me and Ellie had a little Crab-Bot plunge deep into the soft spot of our brains, and started projecting little alien symbols like a freakin' home movie! And on top of that, I'm a wanted fugitive, so you think you've had it rough?”

“You said he projected images off your brain?”

“Right.”

“Meat locker! Now!” he yelled, pointing furiously to the back of the store, something stirring his dark, dark eyes. I raised my eyebrows in surprise at his tone, and we all piled into the small, cramped, freezing meat locker. I frowned as I pushed dangerously close to the swaying corpse of a pig.

“Dead pigs?”

“Yuck...”

“What your about to see is top secret. Do not tell my mother.” he said in all seriousness, just before opening a heavy dark latches that lead to a basement with faint lights flickering inside. I sighed, but shrugged.

Oh well, I thought, Here goes nothing.