Transformers Age of Extinction: Mutated. (Book 1) (slow updates)

Prologue: Chicago war

WARNING: horror, blood, wounds, and swear words

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Song name: TRON Legacy Adagio For TRON

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It was like a non-stop earthquake was happening. Roars and battle cries could be heard from up on the top floor of my family's apartment. But we couldn't do anything. We were stuck. Trying to escape the inside of a collapsing skyscraper.

I cough up some dust that had gotten into my lungs.

Damn.. how the hell am I gonna get out of here?

The answer was no, I wasn't gonna get out of here. There was no possible way. No one was gonna come and rescue me and my horribly dysfunctional family. And even if we all could reach ground level and get out of the building, after what seems like miles of stairs. The alien robots would be everywhere. The bad ones. And last I checked they sent all the good ones to space, which then got shot down, by the bad ones. The government is full of dumbasses for thinking the bad robots wouldn't do anything to the good ones as they got sent 'safely' to space. I'm mean, SERIOUSLY? I could see that from a mile away that that was going to happen. How stupid can the people in the government get?

Okay, we're getting off track.... now where was I?

Oh ya, I was in the middle of dying.

I was hacking up my lungs, it was almost like that one time my bratty brother made nachos, and then completely forgot that he was making them, and then the whole apartment filled up with smoke. Our neighbors on the floor below literally called the fire department. We were suffocating, and right now it felt the same as it did then. The feeling of not having enough oxygen to breathe properly.

I was on my knees, the sleeve of my jacket pressed over half my face, attempting to block the dust from getting in my lungs. But it wasn't doing much.

I need to move, NOW! But there's no point. There's no way I'm gonna live.

I got thrown to the side as the building got hit with something big. I swear I could feel the entire building shake like it was jello.

Human instinct finally seemed to kick in with my will to live. And I scrambled to my feet and ran, right past my brother and sister's rooms, then my parents. They were all crying out, begging to be saved.

The HELL with them. They never gave a damn about me, why should I give a damn about them? They can go die in a hole for all I care, screw waiting one more year till I'm 18. I'm leaving now, I'm not dying in this shitty apartment.

"Olivia please help us...." I heard my mother whimper, and I froze in place, right in her doorway.

My body was trembling, so many emotions coursing through my body.

"Olivia please! Honey I love you! Please don't leave your poor old mother!" My mother scream.

I started to turn around to help, but only got as far as rotating a quarter of my body around when I froze again. Every single dark memory of my mother started playing through my head, her screaming at me, beating my now-dead cat, chasing me whenever I wouldn't listen to her, everything.

That mentally abusing.
son.
of.
a.
bitch....

My mother disappeared from my mind and a stranger took its place. She wasn't my mother, not anymore. Why did I even deal with her shit for so long?