Chosen ~ Chapter one; Jovis
AN:
Hello and welcome to my try to write a Fan fiction,
I am so happy that you guys are on board. Well first have to say some things before you guys are completely shocked.
-I have no experiences with writing fan fictions and don't plan to be a author
-I am already unbelievable sorry for some grammar or spelling mistakes, because I am still learning
- now the most important thing- I am not from US or UK. No I am actually from germany when I wish to live one day over there.* big puppy eyes*
Because of that I am already sorry for some you guys can help me…^.^thank you for understanding .
-sparktress
Declaimer : I don't own Transformers, I just own my OC Jovis Attinger
((warning for later chapters; )- Chapters contains language, sexual situation or Violence.
Before you read it you have to know the oc is 14... i am not a pervert or pedophile and don't approve such people. Sadly I had my own experiences about sexual abursing ,which I am not happy aabout , but I just wrote that ff and thought it would be alright because othr ppl used as well young OC's. So I warn you guys^.^
I always preferred moonlight over sunlight , the dark and mysterious night sky over the beloved blue sky. And fall over spring.
You might call me a freak, especially when you hear my name. Jovis …or to be exact Jovis Attininger. What kind of parents would call their child Jovis?! And you can guess how bad I was bullied in the elementary school. But with time I started to live with it. Two years passed since then and I turned 14 not long ago. The only problem was ..to explain them what my name meant in another language. It is latin for Jupiter.
Strangely I remembered how my mom looked into my eyes and hummed this one song…I never found out which one it was but she whispered : you my princess are a child of Jupiter.
3 days after she gave birth my mother passed away and left me alone with my completely insane father.
For those who don't know, my father is Harold Attinger. Yes excactly , he is the CSI agent who tries to kill all aliens. Maybe most of you will hate me for being his daugher…of course I love him. He is everything what is left for me. But at that point I didn't know what sideways had done to me…
Pentagon 2014
The room seemed quite luxurious and some flat screens were hanging on the walls, in front of the long and black glass- table was another bigger screen . Eight men in black suits and with expensive ties were focused on Attinger as he began "The Battle of Chicago was an event that permanently changed our world. Over 1,300 dead. Much of the city has been destroyed. Homeland Security is urging everyone to report suspicious alien activity. A swift act of Congress put an end to all joint operations
between the military and the Autobots, ending the alliance. As this committee knows, the Invasion of Chicago was a defining day for our nation five years ago. The day millions of people realized that never again can we allow aliens to fight our battles for us".
In that moment he took a deck of cards which were lying in front of him and mixed them, threw one card after another on the table. On each one another Autobot.
"A handful of Autobots
were given sanctuary after joint-combat operations were abolished. Fewer than a dozen Decepticons," he threw all cards with decepticons on the table and smirked. "and some are still on the run thanks to our CIA unit, Cemetery Wind." In that moment the door opened. A very tall and muscular man entered the room and sniffed very amused .
"What a honor that you chose to come...2 hours to late." mumbled Attinger and his gaze fell on his phone to check the time. But the stranger doesn't care at all and analyzed the people in the room. The male seemed to be in his late thirties and wore a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. He had green eyes and a scar over the right one, his raven black hair was messy and matched his attitude .
He sniffed "I was busy". The deep voice would send every woman shivers down the spine, or maybe even worse.
"Gentleman. May I introduce you, Lockdown." Attinger smirked as people were starring speechless.
" he is a human?!" Asked the security boss as he lowers his sunglasses to show his shocked gaze.
"Actually it is a holoform. I am Cybertronian. Just to blend in with you humans and since the Autobots are using that as well, it's easier to catch them or spy on them like that." Lockdown stood straight as he put his hands behind his back.
Suddenly another man stood up and poked his shoulder "You are real!" He took a step backwards as Lockdown growled
"Of course I am real you little pathetic-"
"Lockdown!" Attinger shouted and leaned back "We have business to talk about"
Lockdown nodded and sat down as Attinger played a video of a boy who seemed to be completely hype about the alien he found. "Hi. My name is Timothy. This is my crew. We found this alien ball turret in Chicago. We just found it in the rubble and it's all working."
Attinger sniffed as he spoke again in the seriously tone. "Word has it Japan, India, and the Israelis may have gotten their hands-on a couple of ships. Apparently the Russians are starting a bidding war. We're taking $5,000 for it." As he paused the video in the backround as it was still playing "It's got 36 guns, alien shit."
Attinger took a deep breath as he smirked "A new era has begun.
And the age of the Transformers is over."
Jovis attinger
"Dad I'm home!" My voice echoed through the whole loft as I put down my rucksack and walked into the kitchen. It was a typical black and grey IKEA kitchen, open to the big living room with big panorama windows. We didn't live that high in the skyscraper so you still could watch the people who were walking to work or just went shopping in Chicago.
He seemed not to be home. I didn't need think long as it popped up inside my head, KSI. Of course, from week to week his work shifts became longer. Most of the time I was alone at home. After I ate dinner I watched the romantic red night sky. Finally, I loved the silence at night, no one was bothering you and deep in your dreams you were safe from all those I remember the Chacago battle, some of my friends in school lost family members.
It was so sad but my dad always said "We are learning from our mistakes my princess."
"And why didn't you learn?" I whispered to myself as the door slowly opened. Immediately I turned my head to the direction as my ash blonde hair fell over my shoulders as I glanced at him with my deep blue eyes.
He walked inside and up to me as he planted a kiss on my forehead. "Hey little one. How are you? Did your friends congratulate you on your 14th birthday last weekend?"
"They did that already two weeks ago dad." I sigh and propped my head on my arms. My dad couldn't think clearly anymore, always his job. All I hear is Prime, Autobots or Lockdown. I don't even know what he meant by it.
"I am sorry Princess. I promise you, everything will be over soon." He smiled and rubbed my shoulder softly. Under his warm hand I sighed again as someone knocked at the door. He walked over and opened it as he heard someone mumble something.
Lockdown
I entered the living quarter of this human named Harold Attinger. It seemed very luxurious and big for human standards. But when I finally give Optimus to the creators i will get so much more.A evil grin formed on my lips.
I glared down at him "We almost had Optimus Prime, and your men let him escape!" I can't describe the anger inside of my spark. So long I was searching, 2 damn human years on this planet of dirt and the annoying liquid called water.
"Lockdown what are you doing here?!" He seemed surprised and I could sense his fear. He never seemed this nervous before. His body temperature told me something was wrong.
"Are you hiding something from me human?" I growled and glared even more, I hope for the sake of primus he doesn't hide anything from me. I will find it out and than even his human gods can't save him.
"No that's my private-" He started but trailed off as a small femme stepped on the scene. She was really short, like 5 feet. She had shoulder long hair and I believe human call that color ash blonde but it was getting slowly brighter because of the sun. I couldn't see her eye color because she turned her head to Attinger.
"Who is this dad?" She asked with a quite young voice and I wide my optics. This sparkling was his daughter? I was shocked but on the other hand, glad and couldn't hold a chuckle. I remembered how often Attinger said I could never blackmail him, but the game has changed.
He clenched his fists which were sweaty because of his nervousness "Go to your room!"
The smile of the small femme faded as she spoke "Did I do something wrong?Who is that dad?" Her expression told me she was confused.
"Yes, who I am 'dad'?" I repeated and held my gaze at the small femme. Attinger turned to me as he open his mouth a bit and spoke even more nervous. I was really excited which lie he was choosing.
"That is a business partner from my-Lockdown may I introduce you my daughter Jovis"
I smiled and spoke calmly "What a beautiful name my dear, Jovis, it's always a pleasure to meet new people." It was a interesting name. I think it is boring when humans use always the same name 1000 times, but under her name were just 588 people registered.
Suddenly she looked up at me with her round blue eyes and when our eyes met I felt something. A sharp pain went through my whole body but just some secounds later it was so pleasing , I closed my eyes to calm down. But still I saw her face. It was burned into my processor and even a simple thought of her let my spark run hot. I couldn't believe it, we were in human words engaged, sparkbounded. I open my eyes again and watched her pressing her eyes together in pain.
"Scarp." I gasped and looked at Attinger who worriedly hugged his daughter.
"Are you alright princess?" He asked and they start a typical human conservation as I was just starring.
'With all beings in that universe, a human child. Primus… no! Why her?! Stop it!" I yelled in my thoughts and saw her holding her head .
Jovis Attinger
I felt the heaviness in my head and heart as the eyes of the stranger were haunting me. Green. Green! I could feel his pulse. It was faster than any human heartbeat and not rhythmical at all more a.. flowing. I opened my eyes and my eyes were locked with his again, still holding my head.
" I'm fine dad. It's just, I have a headache. That's all." I patted his shoulder and smiled a bit weakly "I better go to bed good night".
My dad kissed my forehead as I made my way upstairs to my room. The wooden ground and the orange walls make it look quite modern, some pictures I drew in school were hanging on the walls. People were quite impressed by my art, they said "Your drawings look like a 25years old skilled artist drew them." But I didn't believe them, I suck at it and that's it.
Well back to describe my room, of course like all other teenager I had a TV. Quite a big one to be exact and it stood on my wardrobe directly in front of my big black futon bed.
I jump on the bed and fell back into my pillows as I was starring at the ceiling . Suddenly I heard a voice inside of my head.
((Are you feeling better my dear?))
Shocked I sat up and gasped. I remembered that voice! That isn't possible.
Sparkbounding: (just in this story)
-sometimes no control over who will be the Sparkmate(Primus choose)
- first a engagement and after interfacing married
Please tell me what you think 3 and thank you for reading3*-*