[Author's Note: A Halloween fic. =D Also used for 31_days prompt "What Goes Bump In The Night"]
"What were you doing in a cemetery at this time of night and why are you soaking wet?!" A glimpse of the looks on their faces stopped Tracks from complaining about his interior being ruined. He transformed in the middle of the dark street and let Raoul and Talia in, turning the vents on high. The humans were glad there was no wait for the air to warm up. Neither answered him right away. They shivered, hugging arms around drenched and slightly torn matching pirate costumes.
Tracks revved his engine impatiently -- more from apprehension than annoyance. Something was wrong if Raoul wasn't already telling him everything. He also clicked on his hi-beams. For whatever reason there were no streetlights on this block. "Let me guess, someone dared you and you went for it? I understand the spirit of this night from what you have told me, but I cannot fathom why being out here in the cold and the dark is better than indoors -- where you could just as easily turn off the lights and turn up the air conditioning."
He waited again, but the only sounds were their still-heavy breathing and small shifting on the seats, hands rubbing over clothing, and the occasional chatter of teeth from shivering.
Or was it fearful trembling? What happened out there? Tracks backed up a few feet, turning slightly to shine his headlights into the trees to the low stone wall that marked one edge of the cemetery. He had heard all about Halloween from Raoul and had done a little research of his own. He knew about the entertainment side of it, costume parties, scary movie marathons, and young children dressing up to collect candy from their neighbors. He also knew about the pranks that were pulled, and he had spent most of the evening either driving around or parked, always on the lookout for anyone coming at him with a spray can or roll of toilet paper. His evening, however, had been uneventful until a page came in from Raoul. There had been no message so Tracks followed the signal to his coordinates. He had arrived, transforming to robot mode out of fear they had been hurt, just as the two humans came racing out of the woods. They hadn't spoken then as they had yet to speak now.
He didn't see anything out of the ordinary. True it was a grim and uncomfortable place, but what else can you say about a cemetery? He felt the same way about scrap yards, even though Transformers knew for certain where their sparks went after death. "Haunting" and "ghost", among other related words, had been unfamiliar to him. He did find the research interesting, though, and had once or twice pondered what would happen to a Transformer's "spirit" if it didn't rejoin the Allspark. Right now it seemed theorizing was out of place. Human brains worked differently from a Transformer's so he had to start thinking of it the way they were or else he might never find out what was going on. Was there a pond somewhere in that cemetery? Had someone snuck up on the two and thrown buckets of water on them? Were they merely speechless from the shock of cold water and betrayal-by-prank by a known friend? Or had they gone in there in good humor only to have the misfortune of being found by unknown others with cruel intentions? A simple scan showed there were no wounds on either of them.
He backed up again and turned further to get another angle on the cemetery, switching from hi-beams to regular, holding that for half a minute as he ran a scan and observed with all his sensors. The wind blew through tree branches and brown leaves skittered by, twirling upward here and there at random. Or so it looked to the naked eye. Infrared showed dark blue lines right in the middle of each. He assumed the air pressure causing the swirls to begin with was extra cold within the miniature vortexes. He focused beyond them to the stone wall. Everything was in cool tones. He caught the flicker of a scattered handful of brave lightning bugs and one reddish-white spot near the base of the wall that was shaped like a small animal, perhaps a late-foraging squirrel or young rabbit; it wasn't unusual for them to be around in this area, even at this time of night. If there were pranksters about he didn't pick up on any. He shifted back to the normal spectrum as one of the tiny leafy whirlwinds danced against his left wheel well. An unbidden shiver went through his frame and not from the cold. It felt like someone had stroked that side of his hood. He was accustomed enough to admiring touches from humans to know the difference between that and the skip of the wind over his paneling.
"Sharp ride."
Tracks would have jumped out of his skin if he had it. The voice was that of a young man, younger than Raoul. Who it was didn't bother him, but where he had come from. There had been no one anywhere on the entire block for the last fifteen minutes. He only now heard the footsteps coming up on his right. His sensors read an image of a handsome youth with neatly trimmed blond hair wearing a letter jacket of maroon and white, his hands in the pockets. He wore pressed tan slacks and what might have been black dress shoes. It seemed an odd combination for what might be for all intents and purposes a jock. Or what his costume alluded to. Tracks relaxed partly, glad that his windows were tinted. Raoul and Talia seemed content to sit quietly and shiver, even with the heat still going full blast. If this young man was one of the pranksters -- maybe he went around to another exit from the cemetery? -- then Tracks could question him without any hysterics from his passengers. He used his holographic projector to make it look like the driver's side window rolled down half an inch, with a vague form of a driver within. "Thank you, sir. Tell me, have you seen two young people in this area? Both are Hispanic and in their late twenties and they were wearing pirate costumes. I was supposed to meet them at a restaurant a few blocks east but some of their other friends said they were coming here for something. I understand if you have seen numerous people of that description tonight."
The youth smiled and shrugged. "You got me there, mister. I seen plenty 'a weird folks tonight."
His manner of speech struck an odd note in Tracks, but he let it go. "But none in this precise area? Going into the cemetery, perhaps?" It occurred to him just then that it wasn't very likely a prankster would admit to doing something. He sighed to himself and waited.
The youth rubbed his chin. "Come to think 'a it, I did see about six people go in there earlier, two of 'um looked like pirates." Tracks tried to recall if Raoul had four friends he would be willing to go into a cemetery with, given the reputation of some of his associates. "They went in through the gate a little ways that way, and went up around the hill to the north. Quite a site in that direction, I tell you."
"Oh? I'm from out of town and I am not familiar with the local lore."
"Really?" The youth seemed to smirk. "And you're just hanging out here now? Ignorance is bliss, after all!"
Tracks sniffed indignantly. "I beg your pardon?" In truth, he had looked for information on this suburban area after Raoul had told him about his party invitation and hadn't found anything too peculiar.
"I suggest you see for yourself." The youth's smile was friendly again. "Just head for the gate." He pointed. "You can walk there, even."
"I prefer to drive, thank you." Tree limbs creaked overhead. The Corvette moved past the youth, straightening into the lane and rolling the sixteen or so feet to the gate. He again turned in order to shine his headlights at it, scanning with infrared also. Another small animal-like spot by the wall, probably kin to the other one. The colors spread to cool very quickly the further into the cemetery he focused. Not surprising since it was getting later as time went on and there was nothing left of the sun's heat.
The youth followed after, gliding past to stand by the gate as if everything was all fine and dandy. He waved a hand. "C'mon. I said it was easy enough to walk."
"I would rather stay in here, thank you." Tracks wanted a confession, not the scene of the "crime". Although the path was wide enough for a car -- seeing as people drove to gravesites during normal hours of operation -- he wasn't going to bring his charges back in there while he was in car mode and unable to do anything. He switched his attention to them, whispering through the inside speaker, "Raoul! Get with it! What happened? I am not going to sit out here all night talking to some kid who probably should get back to his own costume party. Talia? Did you two fall asleep with your eyes open?"
His camera showed that they did seem to be staring at nothing. Even if they were staring out of the windshield at the stranger that would be something. But their gazes weren't focused on anything in particular. Tracks felt unsettled. Even if he wouldn't transform right then, getting some clues from his onboard equipment would be helpful. He heard the wind and saw more leaves go flying by. The youth was still by the gate, looking expectant. Tracks pondered how long he would remain there and even began to wonder if he was inebriated. Then the 'Vette jerked backward a foot as something moved along the bottom of his undercarriage. He knew that sensation from maintenance work...however...that was only possible when on the lift. Here he was too close to the ground for anyone to--
The youth's expression had become a broad grin. Tracks had noticed it even as he was puzzling out the familiar but impossible feeling. He was about to call out a protestation against tricks when another voice came from his left, female this time.
"Sharp ride." She was about the same age as the young man, wearing a shimmering blue dress and carrying high-heeled sandals in her left hand, a riot of red curls spilling over her shoulders. She wore a silver necklace with a charm in a familiar shape, although Tracks couldn't tell the details of it enough to guess what it was for certain. She stopped and leaned over to pat the Corvette's hood, sliding her hand over the smooth line to the headlight. "Stingray. Always a classic."
Normally Tracks would have revelled in the ego boost but right now he felt uncomfortable from her touch. It felt like a lingering streak of cold had settled on his hood. He wished he could say it was his imagination. It was fortunate he could consciously regulate his vocalizer and not give anything away. "Do you two know each other?" The young woman walked over to the youth and hooked her arm around his. That answered that. "Don't you have somewhere to be tonight?"
"Yeah," the young man said. "But we gotta find someone."
"I don't suppose he went into the cemetery, too? Is everyone falling into dares tonight?"
The girl smiled. "That's what happens on Halloween."
"As I am aware." Tracks felt he should be backing away from the pair, and he did so inch by inch, creeping back with the brake loose and more than ready to just gun it and head down the road away from that gate. He flicked to infrared briefly. More of the animals were grazing. They must have been below the level of his headlights because he didn't see them immediately when he switched back. Or else his sensors were set too high and he was seeing their heat patterns through the wall.
He switched to infrared again.
Then to the normal spectrum.
Then back again.
There were no heat patterns where the two humans stood.
His tires squealed as he put it in full reverse. The sound finally reached through to his passengers. Raoul cursed and Talia gasped then screamed, pointing out the windshield. Tracks grimaced internally and latched the seat belts over them, ready to peel out. Talia screamed again, waving her hands frantically. "They'regone they'regone they'regone again!"
"Again?" Tracks tried to not sound as nervous as he felt. "Did you run into these two before? Did they pull some trick on you -- like I think they have pulled on me?"
"N-Not a trick, man. Get OUT OF HERE!" Raoul stomped on the gas pedal but Tracks kept his control.
"Allow me pick a direction first, Raoul. This..This is highly unusual but--"
Talia was suddenly jerking on her seat belt, struggling to unlatch it. At the same time the vents that had been heating the interior without a care for what else was happening emitted a blast of frigid air then stopped altogether. Tracks uttered something resembling a strained gurgle. Any remaining heat disappeared; Raoul and Talia could see their breath puffing out before their faces. They looked at each other, near hands darting toward one another. Then Raoul stared as a pale hand came over the back of Talia's seat and tapped her shoulder; mutually, Talia saw a slender hand come over Raoul's seat. They both turned. The pair who had been outside by the gate a moment ago were now in the backseat. As one they screamed and grabbed for their respective door handles. "T-T-Tracks, man! D-D-Do something!!"
"I...I can't..." Tracks' voice was filled with as much fear as Raoul's but not raised at quite a full octave higher as the mechanic's had been. Having his circuits hijacked via a cerebro-shell or other mecha-electrical manner he understood. But this felt completely different. He couldn't even describe it. Just that he had no control whatsoever, and that scared him because if he couldn't even move he couldn't protect his friends at all. He gave up trying to make his own doors open and addressed the invaders. "What do you want from us?"
"So you're the real driver, huh?" the young man asked, his voice cheerful. "I thought as much."
"I suspected you already knew that." Reigning in his fright, Tracks decided to approach this situation in his usual manner since there was little else to be done.
Raoul and Talia drew back as the youth stuck his head forward to regard the dashboard. "I thought something was weird. But I didn't think spirits could control other spirits like we are you."
Tracks took a second to absorb that. "What do you mean?"
"Aren't you a possessed car?" The young woman's tone was innocent. "Although it surprises me these two spooked so easily if they already know a possessed car. But then, that is a different type of haunting, isn't it?" She grinned over at her companion and made a pushing motion with one hand, turning up the palm of her other and flicking her fingers outward.
Talia shuddered, rubbing a still-damp sleeve. Tracks frowned internally. "So you are the ones who caused them to get soaked. What was the point of that?"
The boy waved dismissively. "Oh, they happened to wander into our spot. It's always like that on Halloween. Except most people come to think they've slipped by accident. These two were different."
"Now you're saying there were only two. What about the other four? Raoul, did you or didn't you go in there with anyone else and accept a dare?"
Raoul had started to curl up on the seat, but he sat straight to rail at the Corvette, "T-Tracks, how can you just talk to them like this is some normal conversation?!"
Although it was completely unnecessary with the very topic sitting amongst them, Tracks lowered his voice. "...What other choice do I have..?" Despite her own fear, Talia reached out to pat the dashboard.
"Anyway," the young man continued, "We followed them and noticed an odd energy signature. That would be you, Mister Car."
"My name is Tracks."
"How quaint," the youth replied in a plucky tone. "So how did you come to possess a car?"
The young woman piped up, "And such a choice one! I've always wanted to drive a 'Vette!"
Suddenly she was sitting on Raoul's lap -- or so it appeared, since her lower half was now translucent. Her hands closed on the steering wheel. Talia looked terrified and offended at the same time. The former won out so she only stared. Raoul, meanwhile, yelped.
"Sorry to disappoint," Tracks snapped, "but this car does not go until I say so!"
Raoul gazed past the ghost to Talia, mouthing the words, "I don't know what to do." She bit her lower lip in response. Unseen by him, she dug her fingers into the seat cushion.
The young woman pouted at the dashboard. "Oh, what good is it to be a sports car if you don't want to go anywhere?"
"I have been to plenty of places and had as much excitement as I can stand. I don't need help from the likes of you to continue the trend!"
"But wwhhhhyy?" the ghost whined. Her companion kept out of it. He whistled a random tune, his hands folded behind his head. The whine rang through the interior and faded. It seemed it would go unheeded. Then Tracks said quietly, "Let them go."
"Pardon, Mister Car?"
"Let my passengers go and I will take you for a drive."
The doors popped open. Tracks sighed aloud in relief, both at the agreement and the feeling of part of his body returning to his control. If briefly. Raoul and Talia scrambled out, neither going far. They weren't about to leave him to the mercy of the spirits. The young woman settled fully into the driver's seat while her companion drifted forward into the passenger side. "About time." He grinned and pulled the door shut. The commandeering 'driver' did the same. Tracks waited for the mechanisms to seize up again but they were left alone.
Raoul fumbled through his pockets for the small comm he had first paged Tracks with. He found it, set it to send as text and whispered into it, "What are you doin' man? You can't go off with them! They might wanna go halfway across the states!"
The message that came back was grim. "Again...what choice do I have? I could not just let them hold you like hostages, even if they might not have realized what they were doing." A pause. "I don't think they mean harm. Even if they pushed you into a pond -- and scared you out of your wits -- you were not harmed."
Raoul stared at the comm, muttering, "Naw, ain't like I'm mentally traumatized or anything."
Two last words came through. "Follow me."
Raoul was wondering how they could possibly do that when the Corvette peeled away -- straight toward the cemetery gate, which opened of its own volition. Raoul stared. "Is this really happening?" He clasped Talia's hand. "C'mon! They won't get too far, too fast in there!"
~*~
Tracks held back a cry of dismay as he bumped and scraped over rocks, the damp, unevenly mowed grass making his tires lose traction more than he liked. While there was a road, it wasn't well tended at this end of the cemetery. Plus his driver did have most control and was making her own path to wherever it was she intended to go. He was thankful she wasn't trying to drive through gravestones. Perhaps as a ghost herself she had enough respect for others even if she wasn't resting peacefully.
He still had no idea how this was even happening. He would send some automail to Perceptor the next chance he got. If he had any next chances. Another jolt over rough ground made him wonder how this was going to end -- if just because he was certain she had never learned to drive during her life. He saw the northward hill the young man had mentioned as they approached it head on. He braced himself for an impact with its steep side, feeling and knowing they were going too fast to take the angle correctly. But they swerved to the side instead and went around the hill. He now held in a sigh for instinct told him this was not a better option.
A worn-out picket fence lay on the other side and beyond that was the steeper, almost sheer drop of a bigger hill. "W-Where were you planning to drive, madam?!" Tracks sputtered. He let out a shout as his front fender crashed through the fence. Before his tires cleared the edge he wrested control of himself back and transformed. The change unfortunately brought its own momentum into play and he fell. He didn't know if his unwanted passengers were still around, although his chest felt cold. He scrambled to catch hold of the edge but he was too heavy for it to hold. His fingers dug furrows into the hill as he slide downward. He made an attempt to turn and use his feet to slow himself but that only made him tumble the last thirty-odd feet to the bottom. He landed on his side, displacing a half dozen small trees, then righted himself to sit leaning against the hillside. He groaned and shook his head, not wanting to know what that had just done to his servos and paint.
"Wow." The young man was staring up at him. From the middle of his torso. Tracks' optic cameras crossed.
"Wow!" echoed the young woman. She drifted out and down to the ground, her companion following. She grinned at Tracks. "You really are something different! How did you do that?"
He stood and dusted himself off. "I will tell you later. Now why did you bring me here? What was wrong with a normal drive through town?"
"I told you," the young man said, "We need to find someone."
"Another one like you?" Tracks sighed in resignation, glancing up the hillside. He caught a glimpse of Raoul peering over the edge, then he disappeared. He wasn't sure how his friends were going to follow now and he hoped he wasn't merely leading them into more trouble. "Some actual answers would be nice. I do have other places to be tonight."
The two traded glances then smiled back at him. "It won't take long." They headed down a narrow road that was being swallowed by overgrowth even as Tracks watched. He waited, wondering what was stopping him from finding a way back up, walking away, and forgetting this night ever happened. He planned to spend all future Halloweens locked in a garage. Raoul and Talia were not allowed to go to any more costume parties, either.
Just as he was about to take the opportunity to walk away he seized up all over. A chill stabbed into his very fuel lines and he fell forward with a similar gurgle to before. He sent an override command through his processors but it found nothing to override. This had been easier to deal with when he was on solid pavement and in a faster mode -- and, admittedly, with the presence of allies nearby.
"Where do you think you're going?" The young woman's voice was sweet; Tracks heard the menace behind it. He was suddenly glad he had left Raoul and Talia behind. He hadn't been badly damaged by this yet. There could be long-term effects. He wished he hadn't said anything to Raoul about the lack of harm done. Inevitably there would be some.
"Exercising my right to free will." He glared at her, mustering as much defiance as he could when all he could do was move his head. The cold receded and he hauled himself to his feet. Brushing off his arms again, he followed the two spirits without looking back. He began to ponder if his blacklight beam gun would have any effect on them. He figured that it couldn't possibly hurt if it didn't work -- they might just pass right on through as if it was just another patch of darkness in the woods that felt like they were closing in around him. Somehow the trees seemed that much taller, the wind trailing leaves blowing that much stronger and harsh. The road went down along a flatter hill, narrowing until it was all but a footpath and Tracks had difficulty maneuvering through the trees. He felt a chunk being scratched out of the side of his overhead armor by one thick, reaching branch. Once he made it past there the wood opened into a leaf-encrusted clearing. He looked for signs of his guides but realized he hadn't been paying much attention to them for the last six minutes. He had seen where they had gone and had made attempts to follow. This was where they should have been.