This is the official chapter of the rewritten "The Fight for the All Spark", but the title is changed to "An Alien War on Earth". I hope I did my best to make it more interesting.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Transformers characters! I only own my OC!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

*Insert Theme: "Kesenai Kako, Modoranai Toki" from Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha OST*

My life had been as hell from the very day I was born. Why, you wonder? Because I was born with telekinesis and made my life very difficult. My parents noticed my power when I was only a few months old. They told me I managed to lift a spoon with my eyes that glowed neon blue by the mysterious power. Even though I had this power, my parents loved me very much and tried to help me in any way they could.

But at school, it was a whole different story. The teachers and the children noticed my power when I accidently dropped a plate during lunch and it crushed into several pieces. Without I noticed it myself, my power had repaired the broken plate in front of everyone. Since that day, nothing was the same anymore. Children picked on me and called me witch, psycho, and lots of names. Even the teachers avoided me and gave me stern glares every time I wanted to ask something. And when someone got hurt when I was nearby, they blamed me for cursing the injured person. I tried to explain I didn't process the power to put a curse on someone, but people ignored me.

The rumors of my power spread from school to school, so my years in middle school and high school were sometimes unbearable. The students bullied me and sometimes I was unwillingly dragged into fights. I used to come back home with bruises and cracked glasses. My parents tried to talk reason with the teachers and the parents of the troublesome kids, but no one listened to them.

But the worst day came after I graduated high school at the age of 19. I received a call from the police station that my parents got involved in a car accident and died at the crime scene. It put me into a deep depression and made me cut my long chestnut brown hair.

When my mother's younger cousin, Judy Witwicky, heard the news of her lost cousin, she and her husband offered me to live with them and their son. I accepted their offer and moved from Sweden to America. My relatives were kind and nice to me and accepted my telekinesis. Their son, Samuel or Sam for short, looked up to me as if I was his big sister because I was five years older than him. Thanks to my parents' will, I had enough money to enroll a college nearby and a job at the same time.

After 3 years and being 22 years old, I finished college and got a great job, working with engines and technology. My telekinesis became more powerful for some strange reason. I could also sense something big was going to happen…soon.


Ron and I drove to Sam's school and waited for him outside. He was now 17 years old and was in 11th grade. Sam and Ron had made a deal; if Sam could get three A's and had $2000 in cash, they would buy a car for him. The boy already had the money and two A's, but today was the deadline. If he couldn't get his third A now, then it would be game over.

I stood beside the car and watched the building of education. It reminded me of my old school days, but I brushed it aside. The bell rang and students were rushing out to freedom. I used my power to find Sam's presence in the crowd, but I found him in the classroom instead. He was probably trying to convince his teacher to give him an A.

"Do you think he will make it?" I asked Ron.

"Maybe, maybe not", he shrugged. "If he does, he'll get the car. But if he doesn't, no car!"

I sensed Sam's presence coming closer and saw him rushing over to us with a big smile and a paper in his hand. *He made it…*, I smiled and got into the back seat of Ron's car.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sam cheered as he climbed into the passenger seat beside Ron.

"So?" Ron questioned.

"A-. It's an A, though", Sam said.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see."

Sam held the paper firmly in front of Ron's face. "So I'm good?"

"You're good", Ron nodded.

"Yes!" Sam high-fived with me as Ron pulled away.

"Are you excited, Sam?" I asked.

"You bet!" Sam nodded. "My first car… I can't wait!"

I laughed lightly, "You mind if I drive your car sometimes, Sam?" I received my driving license last year, so sometimes I drove with Ron's car when I had some business to take care of.

"Only if you promise you'll not lay a scratch on it", Sam replied.

"I promise", I leant back in the seat and closed my eyes.

"I got a little surprise for you, son", Ron drove towards a Porsche building.

*Insert Theme: "Konna Toki wa" from Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha StrikerS OST*

"What kind of-", Sam fell silent.

I opened one eye and glanced at the building. *He's just going to fool Sam.*

"Yeah, a little surprise", Ron chuckled as we drove in.

"No. No, no, no, no! Dad!" Sam yelled happily. "Oh, you got to be kidding me!"

"Yeah. I am", Ron laughed. "You're not getting a Porsche."

"You think that's funny?" Sam frowned.

Ron pulled into a run down car lot called "Bobby Bolivia's". That was his real plan; buy an old vehicle for poor Sam.

"Yeah, I think it's funny", Ron chuckled. "You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?"

"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing", Sam muttered.

We drove past a strange clown that held a sign in his hands. He looked exhausted for staying in the sun for a long time. Then I felt a very unfamiliar presence from behind. I looked over my shoulder, but saw nothing unusual. *Strange… I could have sworn…*

"Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke", Ron reasoned.

"But you crushed your son's enthusiasm, Ron", I turned back my attention to the arguing Witwickys.

"Stella's right, pop", Sam murmured.

"Don't call me 'pop'. We went through that already", Ron spoke with his warning voice.

We heard some yelling from the store as we stepped out of the car. I shook my head slightly and followed the Witwickys.

"Here? No, no, no, what is this? You said… You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad!" Sam exclaimed.

My short hair ruffled in the wind as I looked around at the car lot. I slightly grimaced by the view because the cars were all worn down and rusty. This was not going to be easy for Sam to find the perfect car.

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine", Ron remarked.

I felt that strange presence again and looked up. An old yellow 1979 model Camaro with black racing stripes pulled into the dealership and parked itself with no driver.

*Now that's strange*, I walked over to the car, leaving the Witwickys alone with the salesman who just appeared.

The presence got stronger as I walked closer to the Camaro. When I reached the car, I slowly and carefully put a hand on the hood. Then I caressed it very gently. The car shivered slightly by my touch. I pulled back my hand with confusion. *What was that?*

I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. It felt very comfortable even if the seats were a little bit torn. An air freshener that said "Bee-otch" hanged down from the rear-view mirror with a small disco ball. *How fitting…*, I chuckled.

I ran my point finger over the center of the steering wheel gently, which made the Camaro shiver again, and the dust revealed a strange symbol that looked like a robotic face. I recognized the symbol from my mother's old drawings. She used to draw two different symbols; one of them was the robotic face colored in red, and the other one looked like a purple bird. When I asked what the symbols were for, she said she didn't know. "They kept appearing in my head many years ago, before you were born", she once said.

I stuck out my head through the open window, "Sam?"


"What do you think about this one?" I stepped out while Sam, Ron and Bobby B. walked over to the car.

"Over here, every piece of car a man might want or need!" Bobby said as he put his hands on the boot of the Camaro.

Sam gave the car a look-over, "This ain't bad. This one's got racing stripes." He slid into the driver's seat.

"Yeah. It got racing-", Bobby stopped right in the sentence when he finally noticed the car. "Hey, what the heck is this? I don't know anything about this car. Manny!"

"What?" a mechanic stepped out from a garage connected to the store.

"What is this? This car! Check it out!"

"I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!"

"Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny! Find out!"

Sam shifted in the seat, "Feels good." He looked up at me. "Thanks for picking out a nice car for me, cuz."

I smiled warmly, "You're welcome."

"How much?" Ron asked for the price.

Bobby hesitated slightly, "Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job-"

"But the paint's faded", Sam interrupted.

Bobby lowered his head to the passenger window, "Yeah, but it's custom."

"It's custom faded?"

"It's your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand", Bobby looked up at Ron. "Five grand!"

"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry", Ron shook his head.

"Kid, come on, get out. Get out of the car", Bobby told Sam.

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers", Sam told the business man.

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car", Bobby ordered.

*He's such a pain. But it's true that Ron is…very careful with the economic*, I sighed.

"Important mission. Cannot fail…"


I looked around to see who spoke to me, but no one paid their attention on me. *I'm sure I heard that voice clearly. But it sounded like someone…talked to me in my mind.*

*Insert Theme: "Angry Camaro" from Transformers: The Complete Expanded Score*

"Now this one for 4G is a beauty", Bobby gestured to a yellow VW Bug beside the Camaro.

"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there", Ron nodded his head towards said car.

"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes…", Sam murmured as he stepped out of the Camaro.

While Bobby talked about how he sold a similar VW Bug yesterday, I kept pondering about that mysterious voice in my head. But my thoughts were interrupted when Sam closed the driver door to the Camaro and then the passenger door swung up and slammed into the VW Bug Bobby sat in. I jumped by the action and felt my eyes widen. *What was that?*

"Holy cow", Ron gasped.

"No, no, no. No worries", Bobby climbed up through the passenger window.

"You all right?"

"I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" Bobby let out an idiotic laugh.

Sam gave me a "Was-it-you-with-your-telekinesis" glare. I shook my head no. *Or at least I think I didn't do it… I mean, my power sometimes makes strange things without I notice it myself.*

"…greater than man…", the radio in the Camaro suddenly turned on.

*Okay, what is going on here?!* I glared at the Camaro.

"That one's my favorite. Drove all the way from Alabammy", Bobby walked across the lot to another car. A strong horrible screeching sound emitted from the radio, shattering every window on the other cars.

"Duck!" I pushed Sam and Ron down to the ground and covered my head with my arms from all the glass.

The noise finally turned off. I rubbed my sore ears as I got up and looked at the cars. Their windows and windshields were all shattered, except the Camaro's. And strangely, my glasses were all right after that screeching sound.

Sam and Ron looked at the surrounding before they glared at me. "No! I didn't do this!" I whispered defensibly.

Bobby got up and gasped when he saw the destruction of his cars. He definitely changed his mind now to get rid of the spooky Camaro, because he held up four fingers when he turned to us.

"Four thousand."

Ron and Sam followed Bobby to the office while I stayed behind to watch over the Camaro. I crossed my arms and glanced at the vehicle. It looked like a normal car, but something was odd. Cars have no presences while living beings have, but I could still feel the unusual presence from it.

*Something is fishy about this car…*, I looked up and saw the Witwickys coming back while Sam played with a small keychain with some keys attached to it. *…And I'm going to find out its secret.*

I made Stella's mother related to Judy so it would make more sense why Stella moved to the Witwicky family in the first place. Stella doesn't have Asperger syndrome, and doesn't know she has the power to communicate through telepathy. Yeah, I think you can see find differences, compared with the old chapter. Oh, and Stella will become a quiet person in this story, but she will be more outgoing in the next stories, showing her maturity.

So what do you think? Please tell me your honest thoughts.