"Yeah, I'll see ya around." With a courteous nod, Sam let himself out of the car and slung one of the straps to his own backpack over his shoulder. Just as he had moved to close the door, he noticed the glimmer of the medallion in her bag. It didn't seem to surprising that she hadn't found a place for it yet, since he still had his glasses in the bag...come to think of it, the shimmer on the medallion was starting to look a bit like the "film" embedded on the lenses of the glasses.

"Uh..." He shook his head and redirected his attention to Mikaela, smiling and giving a soft wave. "Sorry, g'night."

With that, Sam would close the door and make his way over to the front porch of the house. His head hung low as he tried to mentally prepare himself for the lecture that was about to ensue. With a sigh, he would turn back to the Camaro and offer the driver a thumbs up before going into the house.

 

((Spoke with the trio affected, we are skipping to night))
That night while Mikaela was in her place, bee began to back out of the driveway. Trying to be silent but if Mikaela listened she would notice immediately

 

Later that night...

Though she'd been in her bedroom since she returned home, Mikaela had fallen half-asleep at her desk while inspecting the medallion she'd bought from Sam. It wasn't just a trick of the light in the car; there was some sort of odd shimmer on the material despite its antique surface. Still, prodding at it with her tools did nothing - there were no seams to pry apart, no screws to remove.

And so she dozed off at her workstation, dreaming in a haze that the mysterious disk willingly untangled itself before her. The rigid, coin-like mass shifted into a flowing, alien form, gliding across the table before creeping its way over her hand and onto her forearm...

Wait.

Mikaela jolted upright, shocked to find that her short "dream" was anything but. The disk (or what used to be the disk) was now latched firmly onto her arm, and continued to slide up towards her shoulder.

"What the hell?" she couldn't help but gasp aloud as she attempted to peel the mysterious object off her person. The girl tried to wedge a screwdriver between the metal and her skin, but it did nothing to the foreign body and only hurt her more as it dug into her flesh. She gritted her teeth as she dropped the screwdriver back on her desk, picking up a hammer instead. But before she could strike at the strange metal, she heard the rev of an engine out in her driveway.

"Shit!" she cried, racing out of her room and out the front door, just in time to see her new Camaro speeding away. She raced after it, despite the new weight she was literally bearing on her shoulders. Her mind reeled as she thought back to the park earlier that day. Did Trent and his goons decide to get her back by jacking her car?

 

He started driving off, if she didnt start following she may lose Bee's trail.

 

Ugh, there was no way she'd catch up to the car on foot. Mikaela darted back to her house, retrieving her old moped and helmet from the garage. It wouldn't outpace the Camaro, but she didn't need it to. She just had to follow it well enough to find out where it was going.

Seconds later she sped back out into the street, keeping tabs on the muscle car that was now several feet ahead of her down the road.

 

Bee takes a sharp turn, onto a long straight road and speed forwards

 

At least at this late hour there were no other cars out on the road; it made it so much easier to stay on the car's trail when there was only one set of headlights to follow.

Where are they going?

 

Bumblebee exits at the next right, and took a close left, as he nears where he had planned

 

Mikaela suspected with dread that she knew where the car was going, but it was only when it turned left that it basically confirmed her thoughts.

She'd been here before. This was the road she'd taken to Sam's house earlier.

"Shit!" she hissed to herself as she continued to give chase. Did Trent know where Sam lived? She didn't think he'd followed them back to his place, but maybe one of his friends tailed them on the way...

 

Bumblebee slows to a stop in Sam's driveway. He then honks outside the house

 

Having turned in fairly soon after a lengthy and exhausting discussion with his parents after an already exhausting day, Sam was certainly less than pleased to sudden be jolted out of his sleep from the horn of a car. He muttered bitterly to himself, assuming that it was just some passing late night driver and that maybe he just left the window open again. He lazily managed to throw on a shirt and shamble over to the window, only to find that while it had indeed been shut and locked, the source of the noise was much closer than he imagined. Even in a half-awake haze, he recognized that car immediately.

Groaning quietly to himself, Sam proceeded to throw on a few more articles of clothes that had been laying around and crept quietly down the stairs and out the front door to avoid disturbing his parents, in case the horn hadn't done enough of that already.

"Alright," Sam wiped his eyes, grumbled in a hushed tone to the car as he approached. "When I said I didn't have any plans, I didn't think you'd take that as an invitation to stop by before the sun came out..."

Once his eyes had a chance to adjust to the lights from the Camaro mixed with the natural glow from the moon, the young man took a second to look to the front windshield and look for the amused face of the car's owner...only to find that Mikaela apparently wasn't even in the car. In fact, nobody was. Even attempting to look in closer for anyone leaning down in the driver's side didn't seem to pan out.

"...Ok...dude, if you're in there, this isn't funny." He warned, taking a few slow steps towards the right, planning to make a break away from the "haunted" car if Mikaela didn't respond soon.

 

The door opens for Sam
"Get in, your life depends on it."
An audio clip played from one of the multiple action movies that carry the cliche line

 

Sam leans over quietly on the tips of his toes, peering in one last time to make sure neither Mikaela or anyone else he knows is crouching down in the driver's seat. Upon receiving visual confirmation that there was apparently no other living being in that car on top of processing the message the car itself apparently just said put the earlier incidents into a new context. A pretty damn scary one that instantly brought back Mikaela's "joke" about the car being possessed and akin to Christine.

And with that, Sam proceeded to snatch a bike off of his front porch and proceeded to book it away from the house, pedaling away as fast as he could from "Satan's Camaro".

 

Bee sighs using the engine, then goes to follow Sam

 

Well, at least the boy had the common sense to hightail it.

With the car needing to speed back up and Sam pedaling away on a much slower bicycle, she caught up to both in an instant. In the split second she passed the Camaro, she glanced over expecting to see Trent's smug face... only to be confronted with nothing.

Oh, man. She was just kidding when she speculated on it being a possessed murder car.

She floored it and pulled up a good distance in front of Sam, stopping under the light of a streetlamp so he could see it was really her.

"Hey!" she shouted. "Hop on! Mine's faster!"

 

For a few fleeting seconds, Sam hoped that the car would've been "distracted" enough by his sudden move to let him put a good amount of distance between himself and the possessed vehicle. Turns out, he didn't have a chance to make it too far down the street before something managed to catch up to him.

At least he was pleasantly surprised to find the owner of the "possessed" car just a bit further ahead of him when he skidded to a stop instead of the still adjusting car pulling out of the driveway.

He wasn't about to question what the hell was going on or argue with the point she made, quickly hopping off the bike and sprinting to quickly close the gap between himself and the moped and doing as instructed.

"Alright, I hope you have a plan!" He replied frantically, hanging on to the side of the moped in anticipation of them speeding off to get some actual distance between them and the car.

 

Bee gets close enough where he wouldn't be too far from splattering the duo if that were his plan.
I need to get your glasses boy, let me help.

 

With Sam secured on the moped, Mikaela handed him her phone before speeding off again.

"Try to call the cops! I'm gonna lead it somewhere open so it can't corner us!"

The distance that suddenly closed between them and the car emphasized the urgency of Mikaela's intended plan. Still, she was an expert motorist, and with another boost of speed she managed to make a sharp turn and dart down another road.

She just needed to buy enough time for the police to respond.

 

Bee drifts closely behind

 

Seeing just how close the sentient car was to them after Mikaela gave him those instructions, Sam frantically reached into his pocket to pull out the crudely patched up flip phone. He would key in those three numbers with an equal sense of urgency, putting the phone up to his ear in the hope that they'd get a quick response from a police dispatcher.

"Come on, pick up...pick up..."

[ @Ranger Silver 6 ]