Hi guy/gals of Fanfiction! This is mjaybee here to post my first ever multi-chaptered story! I hope y'all love it as much as I enjoyed writing and typing it out!
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This story involves beings called Diclonus (singular: Diclonii) that comes from a gory, but wonderful anime called 'Elfen Lied'. (To watch it you must have a strong stomach. Trust me, my brother almost puked in the first nine minutes of the first episode.) But the wonderful idea of putting Diclonii into Transformers is all wonderful fellow authoress Linda Chicana's idea. Sheis writing aneven more wonderful story 'A New Beginning' that has a Diclonii named Celia. She gave me permission to use the concept of how Diclonii came into existence so read hers! It's cute and fluffy after all the sad stuff trust me!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Nor Diclonii. All I own are Roger and 'Stranger' my two OC's.
The chilling cold nipped at my cheeks as I tucked my pink hair into my beanie, hiding the potruding horns that sat ontop my head. I sat on the bench, watching as humans walked by. They were busy, like everyday in Portland, Oregon. While I watched them, the little girl with the weird dark pink hair. Bright blue eyes watching everything, anything they did. Remembering every habit such as wringing their hands when they are nervous, trying to figure out if I had did any of that in the prison I called 'Home'. But nothing had came. Only foggy shapes and words.
I had remembered the day I woke up on this same bench with little memory of what had happened before. I knew I was chained up, given things that would've made normal humans sick or dying, coughing up more blood, being called 'Diclonus-something', something had happened, the alarm had struck, people were yelling 'She escaped!', then absolute, painful darkness. Darkness for as long as the eye could see. Then the bright light of morning sun on my pale white skin.
I had to learn everything, English, and Japanese for some odd reason. Even give myself a name.
But it wasn't hard. I just had to listen to people speak, see the way their mouth moved. And read as much as I could.
"Hey stranger." I looked up, a old man with oval glasses and a brown bag in hand. I had nicknamed him 'Roger', while he just named me 'Stranger'. Roger was the man who had given me more...appropiate clothing, and fed me. I never really talked much, just a 'thankyou' and a simple 'hello how was your day?' all that simple greeting sentences. But Roger didn't seem to mind. "Hello." I said, he smiled, "Hi there Stranger. How was your morning so far?" I thought about it. After waking up in a old hotel room that I have borrowed, and not running into anyone that seemed crazy, I guess I had a pretty good morning. "It was good. And yours?" He sat down, sighing as his creaky bones popped. Then he started to rummage through the bag, replying, "I had a good pretty one. My son just had a child. Her name is Annabelle Louise." Such a pretty name. But I said nothing.
Roger's son, William, had not spoken to him since his mother, his wife, had died of breast cancer ten years ago. He was mad at his dad for not even bothering to tell him. William was a soldier in training, in a base out of the States, the news didn't reach him until atleast two weeks after her burial. But Roger had stayed strong as he could over the decade, giving back to people who couldn't do the same. Like me.
He pulled out a warm breakfast taco, and a napkin. "Here you go." He said as he passed me the warmed foil. I rolled the napkin out on my leg, balancing the taco as I said 'thank you.' He smiled again."No problem Dear." I began to eat, while Roger talked.
"Sarah had to call me. We talked for a while. I learned that Will's over in the middle east somewhere, god bless him! War is a dangerous job Stranger..." I had kinda droned out his babbling. I loved Roger to death for what he did for me, but boy, did he have a mouth on him! Chatterbox I tell you!
After finishing up the yummy egg n' ham taco, I crumbled up the foil into the napkin and stuffed it into the paper bag. "I'm going to go throw this away, okay?" I told him as I stood up. "Okay Stranger, be back soon!" He called after me as I dove into the sea of hot, somehow sweaty bodies.
I pushed and shoved as politely as I could as made it the trashcan not even thirty feet away. After tossing the bag, I began to shove my way back into the sea of bodies when I saw them.
A man in a suit, whispering something into an earpiece, black shades covering his eyes even though it is cloudy outside. And a man with white lab coat, talking to someone. I couldn't breathe as I realized who he was talking or trying to talk to. They were looking for me. And why not ask the person that was sitting right next to me? I forced myself to breathe. Running away wasn't an option anymore. Roger had nothing to do with this, and I'll be damned if he gets hurt by my murky past.
Love it? Hate it? Too boring? Tell me in a review! I'll try to post as much as I can, but school might me only update like once a week. This chapter is short, but hopefully I can make them longer with each chapter, I hope.
And also her name isn't going to stay 'Stranger' she has a name that will be revealed in the next chapter or two.
-miya-