Failure.
That's what it felt like. Like she had failed her friends, family and lover. As she kneeled on the patch of grass, her head was lowered, tears welling up in her eyes, She couldn't save them. She was to scared. Now they were gone out of her reach. Behind her where others, Siblings with children, Staring at the coffins, crying of pain and hurt sounded all around her. She knew her siblings would hate her, She knew there was no going back to being a happy family. She was alone. All Alone. As a hand grabbed her shoulder, she shook herself, No, she wanted more time. She wanted More TIME. Screaming out and reaching the tip of the coffins, she cried. Why them!? Why did have to be them? Tears pooled down her eyes as she mouthed "I love you" towards the coffins, her shoulders now giving up, as she shook with anger and pain. Everything that went through her head, just fell down her cheeks. Behind everyone, black eyes looked at the slumped girl on the ground, touching the refined coffins. Those around her kept huddled, but the form on the ground felt much more pain. After all, It was her failure to save them, that killed them.
None of them saw it coming, Not her, her mother and her father. Something had burned up on the stove, causing a small fire, all three where in the kitchen when it happened, it went from laughing to screaming in seconds, as the fire became bigger, The young adult raced outside to grab the fire extinguisher, breaking it with her elbow, Once grabbing the handle, she raced back in, she could hear the sirens, as she moved to exterminate the fire, Her mother on the couch, coughing, her father trying to hold onto his wife, she could remember screaming, coughing, saw red, and smoke. The fire came out towards her, as if laughing at her misery, she dropped the extinguisher and grabbed her parents, pushing them out, towards the exit, the smoke now filling her lungs as she coughed out, fainting on the floor, she went in and out darkness, she saw a firefighter grabbing her arms, screaming she kept remembering yelling to get her parents, the last thing she saw was two figures covered in fire. Now here she was, on her knees, weeping. Was it her fault? Two black boots appeared next to her figure, a gloved hand on her shoulder, as the figure crouched down, and rubbed her shoulders. I should be in their place. They should be mourning for me. Not the other way around. Depression and insanity now creeping upon the midst of her mind, she bit her lower lip, as she cried, The gloved hand on her shoulder, slowly vanished, as the figure which stood next to her, looked toward the coffins. While her own family would vanish, and abandon her, He would Not.
She was part of a family. One that was going to keep her from insanity.
She didn't know who these people where. Or why in the sake did her younger sister even bring them to the funeral of their parents, But the way they dressed, The way they stayed together, gave her a bad feeling. There was currently four people behind her, One was as tall at 6'9 feet tall, Broad shoulders, lean built, and black eyes. He looked like a soldier who had stepped out of hell. Her youngest son kept looking at the group, every now and then waving, Another figure was around 6 feet tall, lean build, broad shoulders, and ice blue eyes. One figure, who she presumed was the leader was 6'5 feet tall. Leaned built, square shoulders, and brown eyes, with a stare that made her shudder. Before they all stood behind them, dressed in black, One had gone up to her sister, and tried to comfort her, She didn't need the comfort. She was a monster, who allowed her parents die. She was always a brat, now that there was no reins from her parents holding her, she would likely go bat shit insane. Rain had started to fall, She noticed her younger sister now just starting to stand, as the male next to her, kept his form close. Protecting her? From who? Her? Her brother? This man, gave her a sick feeling, If her brother went 1v1 against this man, she believed her brother would lose. The man standing next to her sister was 7 feet tall, taller than all the rest, dressed in black, and looking to be more of a murderer than anything else. Who in God's name where these people!?
"Let's go Fracture. There is nothing more you can do here."
Did she hear right? This man called her sister Fracture. She had heard this name constantly from her younger sister when she was on that fucking Xbox of hers. Even on her YouTube channel, she was mentioned as Fracture. Looking over to my younger brother, he watched in curiosity as well. Turning my head back to her, the sickening feeling dropped into my stomach, My younger sister put her hair up in a bun, on her neck was a symbol. My mother instinct taking over, as I walked over to her, ignoring the glares from the man, Putting my hand on her shoulder, I turned her around. I had never seen that symbol on her neck, she was supposed to be scared of tattoos. When did she do this? That sickening feeling, now wretched my stomach. Brown hazed eyes stared at me, no sign of tears or pain. "Alexandra?" I whispered a bit towards her.
"My name is Fracture." With that she slapped my hand away from her form, as she walked towards the group of men behind everyone, The tallest man walking behind her, as I looked to my younger brother as he answered my question.
"That's a Decepticon Symbol."
Failure is what she felt. The greatest motivation to be something greater. She looked over her shoulder, to seeing her oldest niece look at her. Now her parents where dead, Nothing would get in her way. Absolutely Nothing. Once her leader gave the signal, The group of men walked toward their vehicles, a smaller female walking behind them.
Brown eyes glaring to her niece and to the rest of her family.
Nothing. Would get in her way anymore. With that, she looked back forward, and got into a vehicle.
