Spark (Bumblebee Love Story)

Chapter 23

It was silent in the ongoing van. The 3 teenagers sit together side by side, anxiously waiting for what would happen to them. Would they get thrown in jail? Interrogated? Maybe even killed for what they saw? The thoughts start to cease, as the man in suit who talked to them earlier turns his head from the front passenger seat, staring at the 3 teenagers.

"So, Ladiesman217," he announces, looking over at Sam, "That is your eBay username, right?"

"Yeah, but, you know," Sam stutters, "it was a typo, and I ran with it."

"What do you make of this, then?" the man asks, holding up a flip phone, before pressing on a button.

"My name is Sam Witwicky. Whoever finds this, my car is alive, okay? You saw that? Since this is my last words on Earth, I just wanna say, Mom, Dad, I love you, and if you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it wasn't mine. I'm holding it for Miles. No, no, wait that....Okay, that's not true. It's mine and Uncle Charles gave it to me. Danielle, I'm so sorry that our ar is alive. I know you love it, but, you chose a pretty bad job at getting a car. Mojo, I love you."

Everyone stays quiet, processing what came out of the phone recording. Mikaela scoffs, leaning back in her stiff car seat, "Yeah, that sounds like Ladies Man."

"Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me" the man states.

Danielle stays quiet in the matter, trying to refrain herself from getting anymore nauseous.

"Well here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen...from Danielle and I, from our home," Sam explains, "but it's fine now because it came back! It came back!"

"Well, not by itself" Mikaela interjects.

"Well, no" Sam agrees.

"Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy!"

Sam and Mikaela start to laugh, the man in the suit joining them in the awkward laughter. Danielle gives a small forced smile, finding the situation uncomfortable, not to mention, her hands behind her back were starting to slightly turn pink and raw from the tight metal cuffs pressing against her skin.

"That's funny. That's funny," the man in the suit laughs, before growing stoic, "So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?"

Everyone falls silent again, Danielle noticing Sam's forehead beside her was starting to perspire with sweat.

"Oh, you mean like a Martian? Like what, E.T.?" Sam questions.

"It's just an urban legend" Mikaela insists.

The man in the suit pulls out a badge from his pant pocket, revealing it to the 3, "You see this? This is I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it badge."

"Okay...." Sam trails off.

"I'm gonna lock you up forever" the man states, making Sam grow more anxious.

He stays silent for a bit, making Danielle notice. She slips her hand into Sam's, holding onto her twin's hand for support. She was scared as well, but, she didn't want to show it for the man in the suit to use against her, but, to also keep Sam more at bay with his anxiety. If he knew she was scared too, his level of anxiety would go from a 6 to a 9.

"Oh, God. You know what? Don't listen to him. He's just pissy because he's got to get back to guarding the mall" Mikaela assures Sam, trying to give him support as well.

Danielle gives a small smile over to Mikaela, before glancing back over at the man in the suit, who was slightly agitated from Mikaela's comment.

"You, in the training bra," the man states to Mikaela, "Do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up."

Mikaela falls silent, feeling Sam look over at her in disbelief. Danielle looks over at Mikaela briefly, before turning away, looking at the floor in front of her, staring at her shoes.

"What? Parole?" Sam questions.

Mikaela tenses, "It's nothing."

"Oh, grand theft auto," the man in the suit interjects, "That ain't nothing?"

Mikaela sighs, glancing over at Sam and Danielle, guilt in her demeanor.

"You know those cars my dad used to teach me how to fix? Well, they....they weren't always his" Mikaela admits.

"You stole cars?"

"Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to tag me alone" Mikaela answers Sam's questions, giving a small shrug of her shoulders.

Sam gives a small sigh, while Danielle shifts her feet, seeing the light from outside the car window as the black SUV passes by street lights, seeing her brown boots shine, showing the crime scene all over her foot. There was a mix of mud and gravel ash over the front of her shoe, seeing as well little drops of black liquid around the front tip of her shoes. She doesn't know what the black liquid was, her only guess something like motor oil, or mud water.

"She's got her own juvie record to prove it!" Danielle hears the man yell in the front passenger seat, "She's a criminal! Criminals are hot! That'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail for the rest of his life."

Danielle looks up from her shoes, staring at the window to her left. She can see the cars in front of the SUV, as well as on the other side of the street, cars passing by them, rays of light passing. However, she faintly hears a loud rumble underneath the ground, as if the ground was shaking around them. She didn't have enough time to look forward, not being able to notice a large robotic leg in front of the SUV.

"It is time to talk!"