Hold on to my wings
Deus ex machina trilogy
Part One
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I've always wanted to write a trilogy! Here's my chance! Enjoy!! ;-)
Chapter One
At the beginning
The frail light of morning was already seeping through the windows of Sam Witwicky's room.
Slightly opening one eye, Sam yawned, and turned on his side. He focused his eyesight until the numbers on his clock were readable.
7:44 am
Great, Sam moaned, and put his pillow over his had to wake up at 8 o'clock. Too early to get out of bed, but too late to go back to sleep. Damn!
He spent that 15 minutes just hiding his head under the pillow, and when he was slipping again in 'dreamland', his mother's high pitched voice reminded him that he had to go to school.
"Sammy? Time to get up, honey!!"
Sam groaned in defeat and frustration, as he tossed in the bed. As if he knew that Sam hadn't heard his mother (or pretended not to), a freaking loud sound came from the garage, as a car's radio switched on, and blasted a song.
Wake me up, before you go go…
"Alright, alright, Bumblebee! I'm up! Cut it out!!" Sam yelled so loud he was sure even Optimus had heard him, in spite their base being a few miles away from the Witwiky's house.
Sam got up, and started to prepare himself for school, all the way complaining about it. He had save the world, after all. Why should he go to school?
Optimus Prime had sworn that the Autobots would stay on Earth, watching and protecting the humans. He said that others would come soon. Right now there were six Cybertronians on Earth: Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Jetfire and Red Alert, who was trying, along with the older medic, to resurrect Jazz. So far with no success. But they were determined not to give up that easily.
Sam climbed down the stairs to enter the kitchen.
"Good morning, honey!" Judy beamed, handing him a plate full of smoking multiform cookies. Their smell was so delicious and inviting that they completely awaked him.
Sam picked up a crispy star, ignoring the pain spreading in his fingers when the hot home-baked product burned them. Those cookies' taste was so delicious he couldn't help stuffing his mouth with them.
"Careful, they're hot." Judy warned, as Sam's face was turning redder than Optimus' paintjob. He would have yelped in pain, but his full mouth wouldn't allow him, so he just forced a little smile. "Do you think Bumblebee wants some?" his mother asked, after Sam had swallowed, and turned back normal again.
He stopped dead, with his cookie halfway in his mouth. He remembered that John Keller, along with Simmons, had told his parents all about what he and Mikaela had done. Sam cringed when the recollection of his parents' first meeting with the Autobots came upon him. It took him and Mikaela a hour to wake his parents after they fainted, and other 3 to prevent them from fainting again when Optimus introduced all of them.
"Mom, I've told you…" he started patiently. "Bumblebee is a 17 foot tall alien robot. They don't eat food like we do. 'Bee doesn't even have a mouth for that matter." He muttered the last part, as his mother turned to wash some dishes, snorting.
After he finished breakfast and bid his mom goodbye, Bumblebee gave Sam and Mikaela a ride to school. They stopped for a while outside, not believing that they were returning to be normal people doing normal things after all they had done.
Mikaela beamed to some of her friends, as she walked towards her science class. Sam had biology in his 1st period, and his class was in the corridor opposite of the one with science class. After Mikaela pecked him on the cheek, Sam walked unenthusiastically into the school.
It's going to be a long day today. He thought. He was walking staring at the ground, so lost in his thoughts that he almost crashed into someone outside his class.
"Sorry." Sam and the other person said at unison.
That other person was a girl. She stood at an average height, and had a thin figure. She was wearing a black jacket over a light blue tank-top with white lace along with beige jeans, and blue running shoes. To finish off her outfit, her long, blond hair was held back by a glitter blue band, although a few locks fell down on her chest in a fashionable way.
Sam blinked a couple of times before letting her go in first. He didn't enter immediately, though. Sam found himself entranced by her. Well, not by her whole figure. By her eyes. Her eyes were odd, being of a gold colour, instead of a normal one. Blue coloured eyelashes made her abnormal amber orbs stand out gorgeously.
He didn't remember the girl, she was rarely at school. He remembered her mother was an important person in the Secretary of Defense's staff. But her name… S, it started with an S. Uh, Sarah? No. Sandy? No! Shelby? Man, you spend too much time with Bumblebee, he scolded himself. S…
"Stella!" A petite girl called her friend; she had magnetic green eyes and long dark hair, a butterfly-shaped hair clip was visible over her right ear. This girl was wearing a grey sweatshirt that left her shoulders uncovered, and underneath it she had a pink tank-top. She had a jeans skirt that went to her mid thigh. Her legs were covered by tight black and white striped mesh pants, that reached her mid calf, and low-heeled pink shoes. Stella sat down next to Holly, her best friend, and started to chat with her.
"What are you looking at, Sam?"
Sam jumped in the air when Miles asked that, coming behind him.
"How many times have I told you? Don't sneak behind me like that."
"First off, I didn't sneak. I've called you twice, but your mind was on something else… or rather someone else." Miles said in a mischievous way, eyeing the blond girl.
"Oh, so you fell for Stella Paxton too."
Paxton… "Alexis Paxton's daughter…" he mused slowly, turning to stare at her again.
"Yup! Stella Paxton: princess, cold, high school beauty. But don't consider her one of those bitchy-know-it-all-I'm-so-popular sluts. She's a very smart girl. She's ahead in, like, every subject. Her mother is the most important collaborator of the Secretary of Defence, but she doesn't like to flaunt their wealth. And her friend, Holly Hansen, is the daughter of a great scientist and niece of the most famous director in Hollywood. They are both rich." Miles explained.
Sam and Miles entered the class, and sat down.
"There's one more thing," Miles started, and Sam gave him his whole attention. "No one has ever dated Stella. She doesn't like to go out with school guys. She's more 'off-limits' than Mikaela!"
"A pity…" Sam muttered numbly.
"Hey, man. You're already taken." Miles reminded him.
"Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?"
"He sure can, Sam. He sure can." And with that, the class was called to order, as Mr. Kast started his lesson.
"Very well, my little pricks, who know nothing important concerning life, we can start our lesson. Open your textbooks at page 55." Mr. Kast barked, glaring at all his students with his soulless grey eyes.
Sam rolled his eyes, along with the rest of the class, and opened his book. He'd rather face Megatron again than deal with Mr. Kast! And so those 45 boring/scaring minutes of biology started.
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Not so far away, a metallic, semi-ruined planet hosted a shelter for Decepticons willing to blow off steam with a good cup of high grade (a.k.a. an inn). The room was semi-dark, lit only by weak lights and glowing red optics. Many Decepticons were discussing and generally drinking at the tables. Two of them, sitting at the table in the corner, were in a very interesting conversation…
"The Autobots have defeated Megatron, as well as several of our comrades!" a blue jet spoke in a low voice.
"Barricade and Starscream are still alive, though." Another jet, this one black and purple said in a mischievous and mocking tone, as he drank his cup of high grade.
"If Starscream's alive, he'll undoubtedly claim leadership over us. He tried for millions of years to overthrow Megatron." The blue one said, shaking his head.
"Eh, who knows? Maybe it could be an improvement…" the purple one sighed, as he put down his cup.
"Starscream, leader of the Decepticons…" the first one took a moment for the information to sink in, then shivered at the thought. "That idea makes my oil run cold."
"Yup, but at least we shouldn't have to do those chores Shockwave makes us do, uh T.C.?"
"You're right, 'Warp. With Megatron gone, we've been declassed." The blue jet put down his own cup too.
"Oh, I agree with you, Thundercracker." A cone-headed shaped silhouette came out of the shadows of the small inn.
"Thrust!" Thundercracker and Skywarp snarled in disgust at unison.
"Glad you remember me." Thrust chuckled.
"What are you doin' here? I thought Megatron exiled you!" Thundercracker exclaimed.
"He did. But I don't think he has something to say about it now. Such a tragic loss." Thrust put a hand over his spark chamber in fake sorrow. "But I'm positive that we will get over his loss."
Skywarp growled, standing up, followed by Thundercracker. "Get over Megatron? How dare you?"
"And I suppose that you came here to claim his position before Starscream does." Thundercracker asked rhetorically.
"No!" a feminine voice roared from the entrance. With her was another figure, of which only its glowing red visor was visible. The Amazonian femme started to slowly climb down the stairs, gaining amused glares from all the Decepticons in the room. "I will." she said, grinning and showing her sharp teeth, which, along with her crimson optics, shone in the weak light of the inn.
"Thunderblast." Thrust hissed amused.
"Hey, what do you mean you're going to take the leadership over the Decepticons?" Skywarp asked her.
She gave him a smirk the Devil would be afraid of before speaking again, this time to the other Decepticons.
"Decepticons!" she yelled, and everyone turned. "You have followed Megatron in his war, and what did that give you? Did his effort save Cybertron? Did his departure allow you to rule the universe, or did it just cause more trouble than before?"
The Decepticons exchanged looks, then Thundercracker spoke up, "Who assure us that you are the best choice for us?"
"Yeah, even the Mighty Megatron was destroyed by a human. And he was 'The Mighty Megatron'!" Skywarp added.
"And what do you suggest?" Thrust yelled at him. "Are we doomed to wander in space for eternity?"
"What do you suggest, Thrust? The All Spark's gone. How can we to restore Cybertron without it?" Thundercracker demanded.
"The All Spark is not completely gone." Thunderblast said, and everyone fell silent, and turned to her for an explanation. "We've tracked a weak signal of its energy in an area on planet Earth known as Alaska. We also know that the Autobots are working on reviving it. We will beat them, if we can take that last fragment. Who's with me?"
One of the other Decepticon in the room stood, "Thundercracker's right! Who assure us that you are the best choice? Megatron never crowned you as the new Decepticon commander. You're nothing but a weak femme!" he then added, turning his back to her, "You have kissed Megatron's aft for millennia, and now you're forced to kiss a femme's! Do you really want to-" he was cut off as a rocket ran through his spark chamber, not even giving him time to yelp in pain. The other Decepticons were absolutely stunned by this.
The dead Decepticon collapsed smoking to the floor, exposing Thunderblast, who blew the smoke away from her left arm, now turned into a rocket launcher. "Any other question?" she asked rhetorically, savouring the fear passing on the faceplates of her comrades.
Skywarp took a step forward, asking weakly, "Uh, when do we start?"
Thunderblast didn't even turn to face him as a sadistic grin spread on her face, twisting it in a cruel way.
The Decepticon Communications Officer, that didn't speak as of yet, turned slightly his head, his red visor glowing in the dark.
"Barricade's signal located. Location: Tranquillity, California." his monotonous voice echoed in the room.
"Barricade will need our help." Thundercracker said.
"And we have many Autoscum to eradicate!" Skywarp rubbed his hands in delight.
"Since this human boy known as Samuel James Witwicky destroyed Megatron, teaming up with the Autobots," Thunderblast hissed, her arm twisting and turning back into a limb. "All humans will be considered Autobot allies, and enemies of the Decepticons. We shall purge the planet of them all, and make Earth our new home!" she declared.
"Soundwave," she turned to him. "Contact Barricade, tell him to find this human boy, and make sure the Autobots don't find out about our plans."
"Yes, ma'am." Soundwave's monotone voice responded simply.
"Skywarp, Thundercracker, Thrust, prepare yourselves for a little trip. Our destination is Alaska." She ordered.
"What about Starscream?" Skywarp asked, causing Thunderblast to glare daggers at him through narrowed crimson optics. Now Skywarp was wishing he could be as small as a human. "I was just saying… maybe he is still alive…" Skywarp stammered.
Thrust rescued him, "Let me take care of him, Thunderblast."
Thunderblast was going to deny it, but seeing Thrust's grin, and hearing his voice full of malice, made her allow his request.
"Do as you wish." Thrust's red optics went wide with delight, and he smirked, exposing his sharp teeth, that were matching Thunderblast's.
"The rest of you be prepared!" Thunderblast roared, "This time, nothing will stand in our way!" she said, before leaping up into the air, along with her selected soldiers, and taking off into space. "Long live the Decepticons!!"
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The bell rang the end of the day, and students started pouring out of the school, and going their separate ways. Sam and Mikaela were chatting near Bumblebee, as Ratchet parked next to his comrade.
"So, how is it going with biology?" Mikaela asked, out of sadistic pleasure, knowing how Sam hated that subject.
"Well, I'd rather being operated by one of Ratchet's scary gizmos, than spending forty-five minutes with Mr. Kast!" he complained. "Ratchet's even gentler than him!"
They could feel Bumblebee shiver at that statement.
"If people get hurt, Sam, you must cure them, and teach them how to avoid getting hurt again." Ratchet pointed out.
"Well, yeah. I know you heal a lot of mechs from their stupidity's consequences. But can you please teach them how to avoid their stupidity without hitting them for it first?" Sam asked, and Ratchet became quite stiff, as Bumblebee was fighting to hold back his laughers.
"Hey, what's going on there?" Mikaela asked, and they turned to the commotion taking place a few feet away.
Two girls were being picked up by Trent's gang. One of his friends, David, was giving a hard time to a petite girl with long dark hair.
"Holly. Looking stunning as ever." David smiled at her.
"David," Holly grinned. "Looking pompous as ever."
"Excuse me?" David asked as he stepped closer to her.
"You heard me!" Holly spat, standing proudly in front of him. "Find another girl to bother, 'cause this one is tired of you." David laughed.
Sam smiled at Holly's audacity. And only now did he remember that those two girls were his classmates in biology.
"I don't think I heard you right," David narrowed his eyes, and stepped menacingly closer to her.
"You should see a doctor, then." The one injecting at this point was Stella. She grabbed her friend, and started to walk away.
David grabbed Holly's wrist roughly, and pulled her closer. "No. One. Talks. To. Me. Like. That." he snarled. A flicker of fear flashed on Holly's face, causing David to smirk at her.
"Hey! Leave her alone!!" Stella ordered. A hand grabbed her shoulder, and sharply turned her around.
"Don't worry for your friend." Jennifer growled.
Jennifer was the most annoying, stuck-up brat Stella had ever met! She was trying to use Stella to get attention. According to her, Stella was the prettiest girl in school. Not to mention, she was rich. Jennifer tried to hang out with Stella, but she hated Holly, finding her too naïve. And since Stella liked Holly's company, she ditched Jennifer. From that moment on, Jennifer started to pick on Stella anytime she could. No wonder she became Trent's new girlfriend after Mikaela dumped him.
Stella removed her shoulder from the girl's hand, and took a step back.
"Trying to escape, Lil' Star?" Jennifer mocked. Stella's blood was beginning to boil towards its boiling point. How dare this slut call her Lil' Star? Only her father was allowed to call her that.
"Hey, no one but my father calls me 'Lil Star'!" Stella bellowed.
Jennifer burst out laughing. "Oh, please! Everyone knows your daddy is a total asshole, and left your mom!" Stella's blood had now boiled over its boiling point. It wasn't her fault if her parents were separated! Stella thought she couldn't take it anymore. Her breathing fastened, and she was about to burst into tears, as Jennifer continued mocking her. "Everyone knows that you have contact lenses, and you only wear them 'cause you think they make you popular. You're a loser! Face it: you're nothing but a rich bitch, who has friends just 'cause of your money!"
SLAP
Jennifer then felt a sharp pain on her cheek. Everyone fell silent, and so the noise of the slap echoed in the almost empty parking lot.
When Stella realized what happened, a red five-fingers-shaped mark was imprinted on Jennifer's cheek.
"You. Slapped. Me!" she said slowly, as another girl, Gloria, poked her friend's cheek with amused curiosity.
"Whoa! No one ever slapped me. Does that hurt?" Gloria asked stupidly.
"No duh!" Jennifer roared, making Gloria take a step back.
"Oh, Jennifer, I'm sorry…" Stella started to apologize, but Jennifer didn't want to hear.
"Shut up! You'll pay for this, bitch! Get them!" Jennifer bellowed, and David threw Holly against Stella, causing them both to collapse on the ground.
Stella's eyes went wide, before she closed them, awaiting the first blow.
"Hey! Pick on someone who can defend themselves!" Sam growled, running towards the two girls with Mikaela.
Slowly, Stella opened one eye to look at the scene. Trent's gang had stopped dead at Sam's arrival, and she was glad for that.
"Like you?" Jennifer hissed.
Shit! For the first time Sam didn't have a witty remark to come up with.
There was the sound of a car's door opening and closing behind them, and Sam turned to see a complete stranger making his way towards them.
The man with blindingly blue eyes, light brown hair, that barely reached his shoulder, and a stern expression, stepped between the girls and Trent's gang without a word of introduction. In fact, his uniform, a lime green suit with red stripes, that was a crossover between a fireman's and a paramedic's, was enough for them to decide against continuing torturing the two girls.
"Leave them alone, now." The man said firmly.
Sam blinked a couple of times. He was sure he had seen this man somewhere. But where? Mikaela didn't seem phased by his presence. She looked at David and Jennifer with a proud expression on her face. As if feeling Sam's stare, the stranger's blue eyes looked back at him with an irritability that Sam found extremely familiar. When it finally hit him, his eyes popped out of their sockets in shock, and he felt like screaming, but decided against it.
Jennifer and David snorted, and ran away followed by the rest of the gang.
Mikaela helped the girls up. "Easy," the man said gently, turning, and helping the two girls as well.
Stella looked at the man in uniform, who had helped her up. "Are you a doctor?" she asked, wincing slightly.
"Yes," he nodded. "What is your name?" he added softly.
"Stella," she answered, "…Stella Paxton." She added after a few moments. When he turned to the dark-haired girl, she smiled weakly, leaning on Mikaela because her knee was scratched. "Holly Hansen. Who are you?" she asked him.
"I'm… Dr. Ratchet." Neither of the girls seemed to be suspicious of his surname.
Before Sam and Mikaela could introduce themselves, Stella spoke, "You're Sam Witwicky, right?"
"Yeah, same biology class." He sighed in relief, At least one who hasn't mispronounced my surname! He thought.
"And you're Mikaela Banes." Holly said, then added, "You did well dumping Trent!" earning a chuckle from the girl.
"You two need medical attentions." Ratchet said.
Stella raised an eyebrow, and immediately felt her forehead sting; when she automatically put her hand on her forehead, she felt something wet, and winced as she saw blood soaking her fingertips. Holly, on the other hand, looked down at the nasty scratch that was adorning her right knee, and temporarily didn't let her walk with ease.
"Sam, Mikaela, help them to the Hummer." Ratchet ordered. Ratchet made Holly sit on the hood of his alt-form, as Stella stood next to her and Mikaela. The medic then dashed around to the back of the Hummer along with Sam, looking for the medical kit.
Sam's face was twisted in an expression that was a mix of surprise and horror.
"What?" the medic sighed annoyed.
"Ratchet?!" Sam whispered, and he answered with a short nod, not turning his head from what he was doing. "But you – how did – where are – what just – huh?" he frantically threw his hands in the air, gesturing between Ratchet's holo and vehicle forms. When he finished, his mouth hung open stupidly, and Ratchet could almost see a question mark poping up by his head.
Ratchet merely shook his head, gave a little chuckle, and returned to the injured girls with a bottle of greenish, translucent liquid in his hand. He poured some of it onto a wad.
"What is that?" Holly asked awestruck. Sam couldn't blame the poor girl. Even he was freaked out just by the colour of the liquid. Who knows what Ratchet was making her take… he shivered at the thought that that stuff could not even be from Earth.
"This will hurt," Ratchet informed Holly cynically, before putting the wad on her scratch. "OWW!" she screeched. Even Sam and Mikaela winced at her high pitched voice.
"Put your hand on the wad, and don't remove it. Leave it there for some minutes, then your knee will be as good as new." Holly's trembling hand reach the wad, as Ratchet's hand picked up another, this one smaller. "Your turn," Ratchet turned to Stella, who swallowed hard, and closed her eyes in preparation.
When the wad touched her forehead, her eyes shot open at the pain. She looked directly into Ratchet's eyes with a pleading stare. "You're going to be fine." He reassured her.
"Those bitches were going way too far on you two…" Mikaela let the sentence hang in the air.
"They attacked us, we defended ourselves, end of the story!" Stella spat.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Mikaela apologised.
"It's not your fault." Stella started, as Ratchet kept on rubbing her cut. "I'm just mad at them, at what they always say and do. And this thing is driving me crazy." She pointed at the cut, and narrowed her eyes, as tears threatened to fall down when she remembered what Jennifer had said. "And I don't wear contact lenses!!" she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Ratchet looked sympathetically at her, a smile forming on his lips. "I think your eyes are very nice. I've never seen a colour like that before." he said kindly.
Stella tried to hide her smile, but couldn't stop. "Thanks. No one's ever said that to me before." she said, blushing slightly, and heard Holly's rant as she pretended to clear her throat.
"Aside you." Stella corrected herself.
At first Sam thought that Ratchet was hitting on her, but remembering who he was talking about, the-ever-so-competent-colder-than-an-iceberg-Autobot-medic, he thought better of it. And the look Ratchet's was giving to the girl said it all. He was giving her the 'there's more to you than meets the eye, and this more is something important concerning the fate of the world' look. Sam made a mental note to ask him about it later.
"Here. As good as new." Ratchet said, removing the wads from both girls' scratches. Now only a red crust was visible.
"Thanks." They thanked him. Not even a split second later, Holly's cell phone rang.
"Uh, oh…" Stella said.
"Mom!" Holly cheered as she answered. "I know we're late… yeah, but… yes, but, mom! I know, I know… We should have been home an hour ago! But we… ok. Bye!"
"Are we in trouble?" Stella asked after Holly hung up.
"Yeah. We must be home immediately, but we lost the last bus." Holly explained.
"Ouch!" Stella commented.
"We can give you a ride home." Sam offered, remembering how his family reacted anytime he broke a curfew.
The girls thanked him again as they sat in Bumblebee, and drove off, after bid Ratchet farewell. The medic left for his turn of patrolling, willing to finish as soon as possible to talk with Optimus about the girl with those strange eyes.
When Bumblebee parked in the driveway of the Paxton's house the sun was going to set over the picturesque wood in which the building was. The house was modest for a wealthy family, but it was nice and welcoming. Aside from the worried/mad figure tapping her foot at the doorway, and crossing her arms over her chest in an expectant manner.
"Mom! I'm home!" Stella beamed, as she got off the car.
"You're late, Stella," her mother answered. "Where have you been?"
Stella's mom, Alexis Paxton, was your average woman of thirty. She was thin like Stella, just a little taller than her. Her rusty-brown hair barely reached her shoulders, she had deep emerald green eyes, that stand out on her milky pale skin.
"Sorry, mom. Those jocks gave us troubles again." Stella answered.
"That's three times in a row this week, Stella." Alexis sighed. Then she eyed the Camaro, and, for some reason, she gasped, but was good enough not to let anyone notice it. "Come in, dinner is almost ready. And, Holly," Holly turned to listen to her, "There's your ride home." She pointed at a Chrysler ME Four-Twelve, parking along the street.
Sam could've sworn he saw no driver, and he silently gasped when he saw a familiar symbol on its bonnet. Man, you spend too much time with Bumblebee! He repeated himself.
Holly bid Stella and her new friends goodbye, before getting into the car.
"So, see you around!" Stella waved with her hand, snapping Sam out of his trance. "Thanks again." She said, and Bumblebee drove off, as she entered her house.
"Are those your new friends?" her mother asked.
"I guess. They helped us out today." Stella shrugged.
"Oh… go prepare yourself for dinner." Her mother said, and reached the kitchen.
When Stella reached the table a few minutes later, was greeted by her mother's smile. Alexis set the two plates down.
Stella loved her mother's cooking, but for some reason her mind wouldn't want to stop thinking about what happened that day. Her mom noticed this, and asked kindly, "What's wrong, sweetie?"
Stella's meal was almost uneaten when her mother asked that, and she looked up at her. "Mom, this has been going on in my head for awhile, and I want to ask you something…" she said.
"What?" her mother asked.
"I… was wondering…" Stella didn't dare to meet her mother's stare. "How come I have to be different?"
Her mother was about to put her fork in her mouth when she stopped dead. "What do you mean?"
"Well, our family crisis aside, Jennifer mocked me for my look." Stella started, and she could swear she saw her mother stiffening. "W-why are my eyes gold?"
"Radiations." Her mother replied coldly.
"It's more than that, I can tell." Stella replied. "What aren't you telling me, mom?" she pressed.
Alexis bit her lip, and sighed. "Let's not talk about it at the moment, honey. I have to leave for Alaska tomorrow. I won't be out long. We'll talk when I come back." she answered.
Stella sighed quietly. She'd thought her mother would say something like that, just avoiding the question as always. Maybe it had something do with her being on another planet? A period of time she refused to speak of, as the memory of it was painful? If only she shared those memories with her, then Stella could find out why she felt different. But if her mother didn't want to talk about it, she couldn't force her.
Stella shook her head as she brushed her blond fringe out of her eyes. Sighing, she walked in her room, and sat down on her bed, watching the dark sky lit by millions of shining stars.
Stella'd taken a great interest into space, especially knowing that her mother and father walked on a planet different from Earth which harboured life on it. She knew that aliens existed. Her mother used to call them Transformers. Almost twenty years after their mission, they came on Earth, and she knew that they somehow worked for the Government along with her mom. Sector Seven, a top secret section of the Government with a lousy name that they found cool, covered up the whole thing. For the world, the Transformers were regular vehicles, and Alexis Paxton was just Secretary Keller's most important member staff.
Stella's gaze followed an orange light, which was moving fast in the sky. She guessed it was a satellite, but soon its light became white, like the one of a star, then started to blink, alternating itself with a red one.
"It's just a plane." Stella sighed. Well, at least she wasn't the only one looking at the sky that night.
Stella sighed again, and went under the blanket, switching off her bedroom light.
In her room, her mother listened to Stella's movements, and when she knew her daughter was asleep, she picked up a black jewellery box that she hid in her wardrobe.
She sighed as she opened it, and a green-blue light lit her features. Not yet. She repeated in her mind. She had to face Stella sooner or later.
As if that thought had bitten her, she closed the box, and put it where it first was, preparing herself for her travel.
When she was under her blanket, she reached out for the switch, and turned the light off, hoping to block all her thoughts and guilty feeling that were assaulting her soul.
Not yet. She repeated, and turned the light off.
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Ok, first chapter of a trilogy and we already have some mysteries. Stay tuned if you want to know more!!!
C ya later!! ;-)