Flesh Wound

Okay so I got to thinking, in a lot of stories when the person meets Primus, they go along with being taken from all they love to be a Cybertronian. That's not always bad, but sometimes it just bites, chews, and thrashes on my nerves like and angry dog. So I decided: new tactic. New ideas sparked and I don't know if something along the storyline of this one has been done before. So I'm gonna give it a go!

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I clenched my teeth together angrily. The war was ravaging everything. Well at least it felt that way…in Montana, my hometown. I guess I need to explain some things to you.

The year is 2017. In three days falls Domination Day, June 21st. the day the world went into a spiral of destruction. This insane guy decided to follow in Adolf Hitler's footsteps. He was insane, check, he was an evil minded guy, check, he became trusted by people of high power, I don't know if can check this box, he was elected into a seat of high power, check, and in the end people died…big, fat, red, honking, giant, bloody, screwing, X. So many people were dead, too many people were missing. The guy's name is Jason Histerly, just so you know.

He decided to overthrow America. And he succeeded. Everything from the west coast to the east is, in some way, ruined. Montana, my home my life, is destroyed. Ironically the only thing Histerly left standing was the White House. Histerly believed the Americans were tainted and ruled by the Devil himself. So he, for three long years, has been killing people…and still is. It didn't matter if you were born here, lived here, immigrated, toured, or just plain had a plane stop to make; it did not matter to Histerly. The moment you stepped foot in any part of America you became tainted with the "Darkness". He would have succeeded except for one thing.

The Revolt of the Human Race!

I was a proud member. There are different groups: Drifters, Finders, Rescuers, Foragers, Seekers, and The Lost Ones. I belonged to the Drifters, Rescuers, and Seekers. I drifted around the states looking for Havens, I rescued the Lost Ones, orphaned children trying to hide, and a Seeker would be asked by a Haven to scout for weak defenses in their enemies camps.

Never would've guessed a girl raised as a total grease monkey would play one of the chess pieces of war didja?

My name's Gabriella May Doux by the way.

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Once more, I was clenching my teeth to the point of grinding. Why oh why can't things ever turn out easy? The guards were everywhere. I had a Haven to report back to back in Nevada and I'm stuck at the borderline of Montana. I growled and brandished the reinforced steel wrench in my hand. I softly smacked it in my hand. The thing came up to about hip and was pretty darn thick. For most people its heavy, not me, I was challenged by my mother to pick this up at age three. Due to my bull-headedness, I was able to pick up the two hundred and fifty-five pound wrench at the age of seven. It hurt pretty badly when ya' get brained with it.

I glanced out from my hiding spot, the guards were lined up in rows on the borderline, so no sneak attack was even possible. Somehow I had to sneak up and around them. I mentally groaned, knowing Tally she was going to give me such a scolding for coming back with bullets in my chest. I sucked up whatever courage I had and screamed as loud as I could. That immediately drew tons of the soldiers to my position. They left some stragglers on the border. The setup was perfect. With a few seconds to spare and courage running low, I charged the border screaming my head off as loud as I could. Shots fired and rang in my ears.

A few sharp pangs echoed in the nerves on my back. I wasn't worried, I had more scars than that Iron-ass guy on the transformers show I used to love so much. The bullets and gunshot wounds in my back didn't worry me anymore. I had gotten hit so many times the most squeamish people would have just sighed like I do.

I dashed like a mad hound on steroids across the borderline only to be met with a rather nasty sight. A guard ambush. Actually not an ambush but a leader line. The soldiers were leading girls to their dooms. I didn't want to leave them behind and as it turned out I didn't have to. A chopper sounded before I could even think.

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I was crying. It had been years since I had last shed a single tear. I was crying for a reason. A damned good reason. The chopper was not friend but foe. They were sent as rouges. The rouges killed everyone with Syater Shells. They were toxic and burned your skin the bone, and all the way to the marrow. It only took one bullet.

The pain was more than immense. It was enough to kill a newbie. The hole had started small a few minutes ago but now was bigger than my fist. I knew I only had seconds left till the hole reached my heart. I heard footsteps. A rouge I knew as Roux hovered over me. She was bleach blonde and blue eyed. A total enemy of mine. She laughed that snarky laugh of hers. With one fluid motion the gun at her waist hovered inches above my good right eye.

"Funny, I never thought I'd take out my arch-rival like this." She sneered.

"Then take your prize already. You've won. I hope you win." I said.

"I will. And for the record," she said dropping her voice to a whisper, "I uh, hope you end up in a good place and all okay."

"Roux," I swallowed, "one last favor. One last spoil of war."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Just for me, kill Histerly for me," I gagged, "throw…throw his head in the river and drag it through the mud." I rasped.

"Just for you Gabby, I'll do it. I'll make it a promise." She said.

"I'm gonna hold you to it." I smiled wearily.

"Goodbye Gabby."

"Seeya at the gates."

"Which one?"

"I'll find out, I'll make it a promise."

Roux smiled a genuine smile. Holding the gun steady the shot rang out. My vision burned out like paper burning in a fire before everything went white.

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I woke up in the strangest of places. It looked like I was standing in the mountains on clouds. The sunrise was paused in the distance and the clouds moved in a never ending fast motion around me. Winds picked up and the sunrise flashed once before a flurry of light appeared. When it dimmed a shadowed figure appeared in the distance.

I gasped.

Was that…is that… IS THAT PRIMUS?

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Okay so it was a short chapter but this is just the mini chapters…the prequel…before the real story. I appreciate responses! If you've got any questions feel free to ask!

Ciao for now,

Songbird O.o