Outcast

Chapter 1

Announcement: Unfortunately not own Transformers: Prime or Adidas ...I hate it.

Author's Note: My first fanfiction! or rather I hope, I pray that you will like it humanized! I personally Bumblebee comes as a man awfully cute, but I'm writing it here just so. I'll try to write the chapter of 1000 words. And here we go!

A cold wind brushed the face of a young, blond boy. He walked alone on the night streets of Jasper, absently, stooping, with a hood on his head, his hands in his pockets. If you went around it, you would not notice it was actually quite young ... very young than 15 years.

It was his blond hair was disheveled, with a yellow sweatshirt with two black racing stripes that were along the entire length of the sweatshirt and dark little big wide blue jeans, yellow sneakers with black stripes again, which of course did the typical Adidas logo and bright blue eyes even though the not much to see.

Ignoring that car that drove beside him spill it slightly with water even when passed gangs of bikers who if they did not quickly go beat him and when the police came to him to ask if she had seen that association of bikers just nodded his head disapprovingly.

Why lie? Why are you acting this way?

The boy at first glance inconspicuous and overlooked, but if you looked at it and observant would you details so this boy really gives the impression of a very suspicious. Unfortunately, what he was thinking it was in the stars.

Bumblebee's POV

I roamed the streets of Detroit I do not know what I do not think I did not know whether to go home or if you go to eat. No, I do not know what to do mentally.

The problem is that I'm on the side of the Decepticons and I Decepticon, thus half. Actually, not half, but my mother (Decepticon) disagreed with the views of the Decepticons and father know so he can probably assume that I'm either half Autobot or my father takes the same attitude. Mother raised me as an Autobot, but when I was 3 and she died I had to be independent. But it cannot really add to the Autobots, because they are afraid of me because I'm only half Autobot and even if I wanted to join the Decepticons to them and they would find out that I'm half Autobot killed me so to me Autobots and Decepticons fear would have killed me.

I cannot go anywhere just to live or rather survive as until now but it is not a good idea.

Stealing.

He caught me once but I did not have ID card or other identity document them and I did not say anything so I had to let go, but again I would not failed.

Just in my head is a mess.

What should I do? How do I do this? How should I behave?

From these questions about my head would explode soon. For a moment I drove the car around and slightly me drenched water, the water was cold and dirty but it was my fault as well I did not stolen.

I suddenly realized that I was the least suitable area in which the guy who is 15 years old could be.

I walked past a group of strange-looking men more accurately criminals on motorcycles. They actually like me, but I steal for survival and if I could, I would steal. They do not. Stealing for fun or because they do not work. I would like to but 15-year-old boy who has no education, identity card or parents who would claim that ... I'm not crazy. It's not easy for those bikers stared at me weird ... pretty hostile one he slowly walked towards me I tried to speed up quietly.

It did not work.

Had not heard the siren of a police car, I was now unconscious on the cold and dirty ground. Maybe I should go home. Yes, I'm home at least so say the place. It's an old bomb shelter against the 60s is quite well equipped: it has a bed, wardrobe and clothes and even some food, unfortunately most is expired, is in the year 1995.

That's why I steal.

Suddenly a policeman came to me and asked me.

"Hey kid, have you seen happen to some men on motorbikes? I think I have a denim jacket with the words of Satan and motorcycles Harley. So what have not you seen them?"

For a moment I stared, confused and wondering if I should I tell him the truth or lie. I decided to lie. I would then explain to them where they went and how quickly and it would be a pretty big problem ... when I'm dumb. Yes, I am speechless. One of the many reasons why I hate ... especially the Decepticons Megatron that he just tore my vocal cords. And I was only 10! 5 years without a voice that's a third of my life! Although I do not know how he did it, because my brain around somehow pushed out of memory due to too large trauma the only thing I remember, that's pretty much it hurt that I was unconscious and when I woke up I was in the hospital and treated and I could not speak . I ran away even before doctors could come to the first check I woke up.

I shook my head negatively. Policeman on me while staring suspiciously, fortunately I was born with irresistible blue, almost glowing optics. And now I do not fit. It was enough to them once blinked and policeman left ...still, I'm so small

I measured 190 cm as he probably would not work.

Now I really started to get hungry, I should go home ... or to cover? No, it's my home and I got it like that. At least a little.

Fortunately, I am stealing some chips ... I know it's not about the best diet, but there was just a blind spot more precisely, cameras and sensors cannot see there be fooled easily.

You go next to the man who bought something and when you start to beep normally leave and the person who bought something they think it wrong and they were charged for her release. So nobody gets into the clutches of the police and I have to say that there is not nice. They would buy a cleaning lady. Seriously it's terribly dirty.

Another way is to collect different old bills, overwrite them on the date and stealing what they are, but not sure at checkout fortunately employees are afraid of being fired and so I agree, because they have to watch the people who come there. So they agree they will charge me and I do not have to pay, but it can again have to pay more attention to the camera and I consumption pens.

Well, both methods work.

I finally came out of the dangerous neighborhood. People are weird on me staring again dangerously.

Then I waited another two blocks. Okay, but lay on the ground some two drunks and beside them bottles of beer and vomit ... disgusting. To it that I live almost on the street, I too am on the street housebroken. I do not know why I guess I was born that way, just hate clutter. All dirt, bacteria, viruses, and it looks ugly. Disgust!

I also saw a few prostitutes.

"Hey kid, for $ 50 I will show you the way paradise and maybe give a discount." She said seductive tone of one of them.

I did not know what to do such a disgusting offer me no one has ever made. I decided to ignore it and continue the journey. Another had just called me and winked.

What is it thinking?

And just as a source of livelihood is strange, but probably better than mine and so I will never do it! All I ignored upright and I passed them unnoticed.

It might sound corny, but I think that the US or rather earth is quite spoiled since the first Mayan.

My mother often told what it was for its time or much earlier.

It sounded interesting.

Fortunately for the rest of the way home, I already went around noisy pubs probably played a match, nor know I can do these trades will not let me until I was 15th Well, I'm 15, but as I said I have no proof of identity and look that I ... much younger. Similarly, I do not care too much sport ... well, I like baseball, but I do not

time and certainly not money.

A stripclub where he regularly cries were heard encouraging men. There, I've never been there, but like I said, I do not have the money, time or nature.

My "home" is located on the outskirts of almost already out of town. Is buried under the rubble of the old family house. Nobody cares about him. Except for me. Although I do not know why, had crashed or what did to him ... I do not need to know about. My "apartment" is housed underground so, there is sometimes quite cold. I do not know who, invented it, but could not think at all. When you get inside you need to know the code. Truly a man could invent something better than 1234, but it has a warm bed, clothing and supplies to paste into 2020 with the help of a brush and a screwdriver, I crashed into a hotel that has a tube-fed hot water almost next door. So bad, I'm still alive!

When I finally got home, all I wanted was to eat, take a shower and go to bed and fall asleep to music. Well, did not fill it. Once I ate crisps second I heard above a rumble and roar of bullets. Bullets ?! What ?! I have to explore.

WOW! The first chapter for me! I'm pretty curious about who it is! Few evaluations / reviews would be pleased ... including the types and critics! I wonder how this should be continued. So stay tuned next chapter will be soon! Transform and roll out! ... Even if it is not of this series!