The lack of Condolence for the perfect Armament

Chapter 1: The escape from Confinement

The hard pounding in my chest made me breathe heavily, while puffs of air coming out as I crouched low beneath the bracken, in hope I wouldn't be caught. My clothes happened to blend perfectly in the dark atmosphere. The sky was clear of clouds, yet only the bright balls of hot air (Stars) were to be seen as my eyes gazed up at the night sky. These stars formed themselves into constellations of perfection and beauty. My heart rate slowly ceased its swift and racing pulse as my body pressed against a trees decaying trunk for rest. Fireflies were spotted in a meadow, not far from where I sit. The scenery was angelic like. I felt no sorrow, pain nor hopelessness as my anatomy felt warmth and comfort. Though, it all had to end with the sudden sounds of distant voices and the crackles of fallen twigs or branches. I turned my head around quickly, scanning for the disciples of Silas, owner and creator of the organization titled "MECH".

I was an experiment for the organization. I was built and well created to be the absolute perfect 'Super-Soldier', in hope to destroy and annihilate all transformers that exist to walk on this earth. My memories were erased. I remember nothing from my past, not even the tiniest fragment could be found of that previous life.

My hands grasped the tree, pushing myself up to run. Their weapons in hand, black body suits and those freaky night vision goggles that they wore were in pursuit. I knew that they could see me running off into the meadow. It was clear and no areas I can hide in so I kept moving forward and never looked back.

My black hair danced in rhythm from the soft gusts of wind that blew in front of me. Each strand flowed with each other. My cheeks red from wind that pierced my soft pale skin.

It was November. I could tell by the colors of the trees, the smell of the air and winter was just around the corner judging by the freezing weather, and I wasn't properly dressed for such conditions. I wore a black body suit. I didn't like it, nor did it suit my looks. My feet were bare. Upright twigs stabbed the bottom of my feet, luckily it wasn't hard enough to penetrate through my skin. Once again, the hard pounding in my breast could be felt as I ran into the night.

"The lack..."

I spoke as I panted.

"The lack of Condolence for the perfect Armament."

In the voice of Silas those words echoed in my head for weeks. He would recite those words to me as I would lay on this medical bed, conscious but eyes closed. I didn't know what he meant as he spoke those literate words. But I knew one day, I would figure out the meaning.

Off into the distance, I could see a town with lit up street lights. Their amber lights casting a bright shadow onto the sidewalks and roads. Moths and other species of bugs pecked themselves at the bright light, Dazed within the act. I felt electricity course throughout the town. I could see it, sense it and feel it. Turning the corner of the street, I glanced back after hearing nothing but my own footsteps and heavy breathing. There was no sign of the followers of MECH. A sigh of relief came over me and my legs buckled, hence I collapsed to the ground. I was tired and weak at the moment, no time to move an extra inch. My skin felt like it was ice cold, and my body shook. Exhaustion just over took my body. While I lay on the asphalt of this unknown town, a car pulled up in front of me. Its bright front lights casted their shadow down upon my vulnerable body. My eyes looked up, seeing an adult women exit out of her vehicle with eyes widen in shock and surprise.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" She questioned me. My lips parted to speak. My raspy and dark voice slipped my vocals to answer her question.

"I request your most sincere help, miss." I replied, calmly, she came over and helped me up. I allowed my arm to wrap itself around her shoulder as she supported my way too her passenger car door. I also remembered to thank her for her help.

'The lack of condolence for the perfect Armament.'

We drove off in the dark. She looked like she wore hospital clothes, scrubs for short. Her dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, and those brown eyes reminded me of someone I used to know, but no one came to thought.

"What were you doing out on the street? Especially at this time of night. It's dangerous to be laying on the road… Anyways, what's your name kid?"

And then the questions commence.

"I was running from men." I paused, "Export no Index." Those words came right out of my mouth, as if I knew what to say. "Export no Index is my title." I meant to say 'name', but 'title' just slipped out.

"Export no Index? What kind of a name is that...? Were your parent's hippes?" The women asked jokingly. But, I didn't know she was joking, I assumed she was serious.

"I don't think I have parents, miss." I replied, looking down at my shaking hands. "It's a cold night."

She sighed and reached back, pulling up a sweatshirt that was stanched of sweat, though I didn't mind it. I was cold at the moment, having to accept anything she offered.

"Sorry for the smell. It's my son's sweatshirt..." She apologized with a nervous smile. "Boys will be boys."

"Your name?" I asked, putting on the sweatshirt. It was warm and comfy, besides the smell.

"June. June Darby. My son's name is jack, and... That's his sweatshirt."

A smile was spread across my lips. 'Jack' was lucky to have a parent. The thought of having a family made me tired, tired enough to fall asleep without even knowing it.

Later, her hand gently placed itself on my shoulder, giving me a shake.

"Wake up, Hun."

My eyes opened as I groaned in disturbance from being woken up. It was an unpleasant feeling. Aching coursed throughout my body. I haven't ran that long and hard in a long time. I took a look around through the window, my reflection being seen. I saw that I was a mess. My hair frizzy and my face almost covered in dirt. I blinked and looked beyond my reflection. Seeing a house in front along with a sidewalk, I turned back at her.

"Is this your home?"

She nodded and undid her seat belt, taking out the keys from the 'egnistion'. I did the same by undoing my seat belt. Coming out of the warm car and into the cold air again, there was a major difference in climate. Grasping at the sweatshirt, I walked along with her up too her door.

"My son's inside, more than likely asleep or watching TV. Jack doing something else would be a surprise."

Once we entered the home, I scanned the room. An immaculate environment. Everything was placed out nicely. The lamp was turned on and it illuminated part of the living room. Another sound of footsteps were heard, coming closer and closer.

"Hey mom!" A male teenagers voice spoke in greeting too their parent. My head whirled around and my body instantly crouched behind the couch as I peered up, my eyes looking upon Jack Darby.

My voice hitched when we made eye contacted. He seemed familiar. VERY familiar. Yes, he has the same eyes as his mother. We've had to of met when he and his guardian was in the base of MECH. Yes, I remember now. It's him.

We stared at each other for a good minute till June interrupted us.

"You two know each other?"

We shook our heads and I slowly stood back up and brushed a small strand of hair out of my face, and a soft smile was given. I did a pretend yawn.

"You must be tired. Come along now." She lead me too an extra room that was laid out symmetrically.

As I went along, I glanced back at Jack, whom was watching me with his eyes narrowed down too me. I ignored him and went into the bedroom with June.

After she was finished, I laid on the soft and plush bed. My arms behind my head and my legs stretched out. The room was darkness but was penetrated by the bright moonlight that casts its way through the window and into the room.

"The lack of Condolence for the perfect Armament."

I whispered, soon to slip into darkness.