When I was born in this new world, I still had the two names on my wrist from my last life. Two names that meant the entire world to me, and I had died before I had the chance to meet them. It was a gut wrenching feeling, knowing that I had died before I had a chance to go out and find them. I felt empty, and cold.
I was depressed for the first few years of my new life; I was a quiet girl, and hardly uttered a word. That made my parents worried about me. I couldn't bring myself to care though.
They never even glance at my strange "birthmarks".
I didn't want them to either. They were mine, and I wouldn't let anybody outside of family glance at them. Maybe I was a little possessive of my soulmates I don't have. Deep down, I had a little hope that my rebirth was a second chance to find them. Whoever they are.
I began covering their names. I didn't want anybody else accidentally seeing it either.
Something that I learned about my strange dad is that he's a mechanic who works with his brother. He's kind of antisocial, and blunt, but he was the best I could ask for. He began teaching me when I turned five, which was pretty cool since I was interested in mechanics in my last life. Mostly due to the Transformers movies. I thought they were cool.
It wasn't until I was seven, and we had moved to Tranquility, Nevada that I realized where I had been born into.
I met my cousin, Mikaela Banes. She's actually adorable. Maybe I could make her dress a little more modestly so nothing will happen to her. She's curious though, which gets her into a lot of trouble. Most of the time it's actually really funny though.
"What does those mean?" She asked, grabbing my wrist and looking at the letters printed on it. I frowned at her, ignored the dull ache in my chest, and mumbled that it didn't mean anything. I lied though, it meant the entire world to me, and it was my destiny. A destiny I might not even be able to follow. It sucked.
"It's just a birthmark." I didn't tell her that I was from a world with soulmates and their names written on you. I couldn't tell her that I died before I could find them. I wouldn't tell her about the pain, the damning, burning, pain from death. No, I wouldn't tell her about it, I can't tell anybody about any of it. They would think that I was crazy.
Mikaela and I didn't often hang out much, mostly my fault though. I tried to avoid her. Making friends was just about the same problem, I avoided everybody. Especially people who reminded me of my friends before I had died.
But I can't avoid them forever, or so says the giant entity in my dreams. According to that guy, they're alive with me. The assholes were easy to find. Especially since the reunited couple and my almost sister were doing exactly what they used to do. Tracing the names and talking and laughing. It didn't seem like they needed me, so I left the park.
Mom signed me up for ballet lessons, to balance out my hobbies. It was nostalgic, and I threw myself into it, trying to forget the emptiness inside. (It didn't work.)
"Alice?" Mikaela sneaked into my room. "How come you're always so sad?"
I smiled at her, and shooed her back home; I didn't bother answering her.
That night I traced the foreign letters spelling out names I couldn't read. That night, I felt a little less empty. That night, I had a dream of them, and they were metal warriors, and they were beautiful.
Prologue.
Q1) Can anybody guess what the pairing is?
Q2) Should Alice become friends with Sam before or after Bumblebee shows up?
Unedited, written on 10/23