Realm of Souls

Chapter One: Running Angel

Summery: April is a normal fourteen year old, with a normal family, and a normal life. That is, until THEY came in and took everything away. Not only that, a strange car with no driver seems to be following her ever since she saw it in the junkyard. How much weirder could her life get?

Fiorla: All right, new story. Hopefully, this one will be more successful then the other one…Berry, what are you doing?

Berry: I'm eating. What does it look like? T.T

Fiorla: You're eating…what are you eating?

Berry: …I don't know. But it tastes really good, like chocolate! Wanna try it?

Fiorla: NO. That's not chocolate Berry, it's a piece of brown eggplant celery pie that has chocolate put in it.

Berry: …You serious?

Fiorla: With all my heart.

Berry: …O.O'………EWWWWWWWWW[drops it and runs away screaming like a mad girl.

Miku[who has been blankly watching in the back. Was that really eggplant celery pie with chocolate put in it?

Fiorla: Nope. I just made that up, it isn't real. [Thankfully… +

Miku: Then why'd you do that?

Fiorla: Well, you know how much of a nightmare she is when she DOES eat a lot of chocolate, right?

Miku: Tell me about it.

Fiorla: That, and for my sick amusement. She passed with a flying red siren. XD [I love how gullible she is!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, Hasbro does, I only own April, the plot, and THEM. [I'll tell you the name later

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'The sun is bright, the wind is quiet, and best of all, SILENCE.' April thought as she roamed through the streets of L.A. It was true, it was the perfect day to go out for a walk, or go shopping, or read a book on a bench in the park, or go scooter, bicycling, rollerblading, ect. Definitely better then staying inside watching junk on T.V, or playing video games, or drawing…scratch the drawing part… but as strange as it was, no one was on this particular road. All there was on the street was a blue semi with flames on the hood…'Oh god, not again!'

April quickly turned off into the park and ran down the path, not stopping until she was at the playground, where it was jammed with children and their parents playing scrambling all over the big toys.

"Oh, that's where they all went." April smiled to herself as she watched a father and a five- year-old slide and a down the slide with a grin plastered on both of their faces.

Shaking her head, April took a swing and sat down in it, thinking about the past few days as children ran around the swings giggling as they played a friendly game of tag with each other. That semi she had seen on the street…it was strange, but she sworn she had seen that thing in numerous places around the city, all of which were areas where she had been. It was almost like the thing was stalking her…and it's been doing that for the past week, it kinda creeped her out a bit. Ever since she saw it in the junkyard when THEY were chasing her, she had been seeing it all over the place! 'The Demon's possessed, man eating, women chasing trunk.' The rebellious mind thought with a small snicker. It did have flames on it after all.

Suddenly, the growling of her stomach alerted her out of her thoughts, and April placed a hand on her stomach, and soothed, "All right, mister 'I'm hungry, feed me now'. Hold on a second…"

She flipped her blue jay backpack over, opened the zipper, and rummaged her hand around searching for a certain sandwich she had saved. She named off the items she pulled out like a list, saying, "I-pod, check. Cell phone, check. Tissue, check. Light, check. Book Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows, double check. Cassette…cassette?"

April brought out the small black cassette that she didn't remember putting inside of her bag, and asked, "Now how'd you end up in my backpack, cassette?"

As all good little electronics did, this cassette didn't respond, so she looked around searching for a spot she could place it. She couldn't put it in the sand, it get dirty and probably wouldn't work. She couldn't see anywhere safe other then back in her knapsack. She glanced back at the still cassette, and muttered, "Looks like you'll have to stay in my backpack for now…"

So she zipped open the rear pocket where it was empty, and pointed out, "You be good down there, and don't break anything until we find out who you belong to."

Now that the cassette was out of the way, she continued to search through the backpack until she finally brought out a delicious tuna fish sandwich. Her favorite. She licked her lips, and began to eat with large bites, finishing it much too fast for her own good, but April didn't care. She hasn't been eating properly since she was forced to run away from home. Again, this was the fault of THEM, coming up and taking everything that belonged to her family and then coming after her, putting April on the run like this. It wasn't too good for her health ether, all this running and hiding was taking it's toll on her, and each day she grows more tired and lonely, but she refuses to give in and continues on her way. If only she could last just a little longer, perhaps she could find somewhere to settle and rest.

Like that'll ever happen.

She stood up from the swing, and started to walk towards the path, throwing away the plastic bag she had used for the sandwich. Glancing back at the playground while still walking, she noticed a small boy looking at her with big curious blue eyes. She stopped in her tracks and stared back, smiling. Eventually, the boy ran off to tell his mother about the strange girl he had just seen, so trying not to make a scene, she ran off out of eyesight, slowing to a jog as the streets of Los Angles came back into view. Why couldn't she just escape the city for once in her life, and live in the countryside like her grandparents used to?

Once checking the street, she jogged across the road, the backpack bumping against her spine with an occasional THUMP. This sound was rather southing to April for some unknown reason, and once she reached the opposite sidewalk, adjusted the strap so that it was tighter around her shoulder. When she felt satisfied with the feel of the pressure on her back, she started her way to the right but stopped dead in her tracks. The truck was there, in the parking lot of the horrid McDonalds. AGAIN.

Frustrated and scared, she decided she needed to solve this rather disturbing mystery of the "Stalking Flame Truck", then the driver might leave her alone. So, gathering up her courage, she walked stiffly to the parking lot and went inside of McDonalds, hoping to possibly spot the driver and have a nice long chat with him. And maybe give him one of her knuckle sandwiches of sense. But all there was for company inside the restaurant was a small family made up of two parents and two babies, a old man that was too old to drive a truck that big, and a Japanese woman eating a burger. Loads of other people were also in the restaurant, but none of them seemed like they could drive a truck. 'Okay then, time to wait.' She sat down on the table overlooking the parking lot and watched1 as the people slowly filed out and new ones coming in. Sure, some of them glanced at the truck, and bunch of girls seemed to be muttering something about it. But none of them went to the truck.

"What is up with this thing? It's like it doesn't have a driver!" She would've continued, but a vibrating in her backpack made her jump out of her seat, startling other people as well. She apologized to them, saying she had a squirrel in her backpack, before rushing outside and near the trees. The vibrating continued to shake against her back, and once she opened it, found that nothing in there was the cause. Her eyes wondered to the smallest pocket in the back, watching as the cloth shook as something beneath it bumped against the rim.

'But the cassette was in that pocket!' she quickly zipped open the pocket, and stared, with her jaw wide open. The cassette was there…but it wasn't moving. It sat in the place she had left it, almost like a well-trained dog. A black well-trained dog, that was mocking her. Feeling like she was being haunted, April grabbed the cassette and looked at the black gleam nice and long, studying the strange markings it had all over the cassette. It was patterned in such a way that it reminded her of a jig saw puzzle, so turning it around in her hands, she carefully picked at the small cracks in the cassette, hoping they would flip out or something related to that. This goal came to a dead end when a pisss came from her right. It sounded just like a truck.

Slowly, April's eyes were drawn from the black gleam of the cassette to a very familiar flamed blue, and she yelped in surprise when she found the truck right next to her! She didn't notice the cassette once again begin to vibrate; she was so focused on the fact that truck just came over ON IT'S OWN. No driver was positioned in the driver's seat, and there was no way a truck could've just rolled over, that was impossible. It was facing the building first time she saw it, now it was facing the trees. Very disturbing in deed.

April had enough of this, ever since THEY came; her life has been falling apart, disappearing before her very eyes! First, THEY come and take everything she owned and loved, then they start chasing her into the city, rendering her homeless and unprotected, then this TRUCK comes up and she starts seeing it everywhere, and she knows that she's not going crazy, and then the mysterious cassette appears in her backpack out of nowhere!!! This has put her to the limits, and now she was about to blow.

Puffing out her chest, with brown eyes practically on fire she cries, "WHAT IS UP WITH YOU?! Following me around like that, do you have any idea how absolutely CREEPY that is?! So this is the first and hopefully the last time I'll have to say this, STOP FOLLOWING ME!!!"

With that being said, she stomps off and when reaching a janitor of McDonalds who just happens to be sweeping the outside patio shoves the cassette into his chest. "There you go, happy birthday, you've just gotten a present! Keep it!"

And she left, running off with a very confused janitor staring off at the corner she had turned around and disappeared in. She didn't care if the truck was going to start following her again, she would get as far away from south L.A. as quickly as possible, and move through west L.A. to get there. Even though that section is rumored to be swarming with deadly gun gangs, at this point in time, she didn't really care. April just wanted to leave.

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"Have you found her yet?"

A tall, broad man leaning against a wall in the corner of a dark room with long black hair covering the right side of his face, black suit and black pants glanced at the single light in the room, where another man with his face covered by a dark hood sat, waiting for an answer.

"No, but we do have a vague idea as to where she is possibly hiding, somewhere in south L.A. But other then that, we don't have the slightest idea." His deep voice rumbled, red eyes narrowing as a fist slammed down on the already broken desk, cracking the metal surface.

"We don't have time to play hide and seek with this girl, Nemesis. She has something we want, that is the whole reason we exterminated her family, so that maybe we'd have a better chance retrieving her." A clawed black hand pointed at the man known as Nemesis. "And because of your insolence, we lost her when you were simply "looking away" and she ran with everything she needed in that sack of hers, including the object we were searching for!"

Nemesis stood up straight, eyes dangerously narrowed and glaring back at his 'master'. "If you're so angered by my error, then let me search for the girl. Those gigantic metal heads haven't found high nor hair of this girl's whereabouts. I've had enough waiting!"

"Those 'metal heads' have given you protection against the public, and have spies everywhere searching for her. And unlike us, they can take on forms that perfectly blend in with the humans."

"But we can too! We don't need their help, why don't you realize that?" Nemesis snarled, his deadly fangs showing through.

"Ease yourself, Nemesis, you'll lose your human form if you keep this up." The hooded figure stood from his seat and began to proceed from the dark room. "Now then, if you excuse me I have a meeting to attend to…" Yellow eyes with black slits slowly turned to gaze at the fuming Nemesis. "And if you find the girl…" A toothy grin came over the man's lips. "You know what to do."

A door creaked ajar for him without a handle to open with, and he walked out of the inky blackness, leaving Nemesis glaring after him.

"We don't need the help of the Decepticons, Sin." Nemesis spat out the last word, the name of his master. He turned back to the tape recorder that sat idly in the corner, listening to the whole conversation. "Sooner then you know, they'll take advantage of you, and then they kill their prey."

Before the tape recorder could make any move though, Nemesis grabbed the blue frame, and with needle sharp claws, dug through the metal, piercing its memory chip and swiping out their conversation.

"Soundwave, you really think you can just come in here and eavesdrop on us? That's not very nice." He whispered to the broken machine before throwing it out of the room and slamming the door closed. After that was done, he stood in the room, enjoying the deathly silence the darkness gave off, before turning off the light.

+End of Chapter One+