A/N: Well I originally wanted to wait to post more than one story at a time but I got a requestfic from Skellingtongirl. So this is for her. Its not perfect, so I'm sure there will be errors but just overlook those. I will edit this eventually. Hope you other readers enjoy!
Fandom: TF
Universe: G1 mostly
blah...thoughts
'blah'...bond speech
"blah"...regular speech
:blah:...com. speech
Edited: I'm posting the units of time now.
astrosecond:.498 sec/breem:8.3 min/cycle:2 hours/joor:6 hours/klik:1.2 min/orn:3 weeks/ vorn:83 years/solar cycle:1 day/stellar cycle:7.5 months
Disclaimer: I don't own TF or Amarantos Rose belongs to Skellingtongirl.
Amarantos Rose kept her violin underneath her dirty, unwashed hoodie. Although it fitted two sizes too large for her body and had holes through it, it provided her with some protection against the stormy weather. The pouring rain flooded the alley as she remained tight against a doorway. It offered very little shelter from the rain but it was better then being out in the open.
A flash of lighting shot across the sky, one end of it reached for the ground in a far off distance and the other disappeared into a blackened cloud illuminated by the city's lights. Amarantos whimpered in fright. Then out of nowhere, thunder followed with a stentorian clapping, further startling the girl out of her wits. She let out a startled cry and and tried to back away further from the opening. She hugged her prized possession closer to her malnourished body. Frightened by the thunderstorm and feeling lonely, Amarantos began to weep in silence as the storm progressed on. She slumped down to her knees and brought her filthy hands to her face in an attempt to hide from the thunder and lighting.
Small whimpers escaped her throat occasionally, yet she verbally said nothing. Amarantos could not utter a word to save her life. Left mute from birth, she only could communicate with grunts and sign language. She could never call out for help because of her disability, yet she could speak with her hands in swift gestures that would leave some confused if they couldn't understand sign language. Her disability could either be a gift or a curse. For now it made no difference because she was completely alone.
Her weeping eventually ceased-her eyes became too puffy to shed tears, and her throat became dry. She sat in her position for another thirty minutes before finally taking a peek through the cracks of her fingers. She saw that the terrifying thunder and lightening had passed but the downpour didn't let up. For all she knew, it would continue on all throughout the night. Sighing softly, she got up from her position. Her legs ached from being brought in tight to her body.
Amarantos' attention shifted from her legs to the sky above her. Keeping one arm around her violin, Amarantos reached for her hood with the other. She pulled it over her head. Then, Without a moment's hesitation, she stepped into alley. Amarantos brought her free arm around her violin to keep it from falling. With the violin secured in her grasp, Amarantos shuffled over to the main road. She almost lost her balance a few times over some damp boxes and crates. When she reached the main road, she adjusted her violin.
Amarantos ambled towards the end of the sidewalk, peering in either direction before darting across the street. She stopped in the middle of the street where a lid to the sewers lay. She sat on her damp pants and released her grip on her violin to remove the lid. Then, she laid the lid next to her and rummaged through her hoodie pocket for something. Pulling out a piece of rope, she lifted her hoodie up to reveal the violin. She tied the rope around her waste and intertwined it between the delicate strings as well as the neck of the violin as a means of protection. Amarantos tripled-knotted the rope then made way for the sewer entrance. She peered down into the darkness, only the few first bars of the ladder remained visible. She quickly went for the ladder; her arm wound itself around the first slippery bars, the other reached for the lid. Her outstretched fingers dragged the lid over to the entrance. She carefully brought both of her shoes down on the slippery bar and then she pulled the lid over her head.
While keeping one arm around the slippery bar, Amarantos scrounged through her hoodie pocket again, pulling out something else in the darkness. Her fingers fumbled in the darkness with object. With a loud click, a sudden light erupted in the darkness from the object. It illuminated the compacted space around her. For a moment she felt claustrophobic.
She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. She opened them again, then made the climb down through the darkness with a flashlight in hand.
After a long harrowing climb down into the sewer and venturing through the tunnels with nothing but a flashlight in one hand and her now free violin in another, she arrived in a area that split off into three different tunnels. The water hadn't risen enough to dampen the concrete, so this particular spot was rather dry.
Amarantos was aware that this occurrence happened often for she slept and basically lived in this particular area during the nights. It was her safe haven from the dangerous and cruel world above the sewers. Here she could play her violin to her hearts content, she may not have been able to sing the sounds to her hearts content, yet she was gifted with hearing that was so in tune with the notes, that it could distinctly pick apart what note was what and she could play it accurately after hearing it only once.
Amarantos did just that.
Standing in the middle of the room, she brought out her bow from up her sleeve and put her violin to her chin. With the bow held at a 45-degree angle for up-bow start, the bow rested on A. She kept her eyes closed and her shallow breathes filled her mind. The tip of the bow went up on the A string, and thus began a song she remembered learning when she still had her parents in her life. Her bow's and arm's motions were fluid and perfect. She changed notes when needed accordingly, and her fingers slid down the strings with grace.
The room's air filled with a bittersweet song that could bring tears into the eyes of even the world's most heartless person. Such a beautiful dirge lifted the rather gloomy and claustrophobic atmosphere. It filled not just her room, but it traversed to the farthest reaches of the sewers. The tune lifted through the gutters to the world above, not strong enough to attract human attention but caught many a stray cat off guard and the rats squeaked in surprise from the sound.
Two blocks away in a trash can just outside Papa John's Pizza, a navy blue and ivory cassette player sat in the trash heap. The tiny player's body shuddered and flopped into the air. Doing a mid-air transformation; its body shifted, grew in size, and altered into a menacingly, titanic machine. No longer an oblivious tape deck incapable of harming anything, the machine pulled out a blaster from its subspace. Its visor glowing crimson, it gave light to the tenebrous alleyway situated between the skyscrapers.
One of its digits went for the play button located on its chest, a slot very similar to a tape deck opened up to reveal a charcoal cassette. The robot ordered in a mechanized yet monotonous tone,"Ravage eject!"
The cassette leapt out of the tape deck's chest cavity and did a mid-air transformation similar to the tape deck's. The cassette morphed into a feline-like mech, it replied through a comlink, :Ravage reporting:
:Ravage discover the location of the sound. Once found:bring it to Soundwave! Understood?:, the tape deck commanded.
:Yes, Soundwave!:, Ravage saluted Soundwave. With a low growl to drive off some unwanted vermin, the feline set off towards the the tune.
