Speed and Light of Life!

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Disclaimer I don't own the characters or Places in Transformers Animated HOWEVER I OWN EVERYTHING OF THIS CHAPTER THE CHARACTERS ALHTOUGH UNNAMED ARE NAMED IN COMING chapters.

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One last thing this is just a chapter warning that this chapter contains the thought of being raped which my be discriptive or affect someone who's gone through it themselves (My character does not get raped its just a fear that comes across her and she kinda takes an injury for something she could have gotten from a man raping her) ANOTHER WARNIng if you're not good with gore I would let you know that this chapter has discriptive injuries and as such if you're affected by such things I suggest the possiblity of skiming the chapter to see if its to discriptive for you. Personally I'm not good with gore either and don't like reading such but I just warning because I had to describe ehr injuries in the way you will see her get them in coming chapters...

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Intro: Why Am I Here!

I awoke again not knowing where I was. I think I was several yards from a highway or interstate from the way things around me sounded.

Somehow, I ended up in a small grass patch that was cool, shaded, and wet from the tall thick trees and brush that grew around it.

The light I can tell was barely coming in, it only came in a little when the tips of the eighty something foot trees swayed. Yet the ground I sat on was still warm, cool, comfortable, and relaxing.

I lay on somewhat damp grass but it was green and gave coushion to my odly aching body, the only issue was I would look like I was wiped by a wip later cause I'm allergic to melldew and grass, I can sit in it but always look wiped.

I never mind the grass or the fact that it caused me to have several bladed looking marks on my body, I couldn't live without a large grassy yard back home. That is if it is still my home.

I was running away, but I was just leaving for a few hours, I could never leave for reals. I loved everyone to much and its not like I was abused or hurt, I belonged to a tender caring family. They just worried way too much about my safety that it drove me nuts on many occasions that and the things I knew they were hiding but could never reveal. I could not truly leave them no matter how concerned and secretive they could get. Could I?

I just let myself sigh and examine my surroundings, the dark sap on the dark large tree's, the sound of cars speeding or honking on a highway, the sound of birds and small critters like squirls and chimpmunks scattering around the woods happily living their marry little lives. While I was misrible, their happiness made me feel worst, I was in utter missery and unsure about everything of this freeky day. Nothing made sense especialy that answer to why I kept blacking out in a single day for no apparent reason. All I wanted to do was go home, I shouldn't have run or yelled that they weren't my parents they are well in a sense, just not my biological parents.

They might not have told me the truth of who my mother was till it was too late, nor explained other then dad's work as to why we moved several times out of no where for no true reason. Paking up the whole family, distant relatives and close friends to some new city. Well with the exception that his work did move a lot and he was a national sales manager for several radio stations that would require him to move here and there eventually.

But I never was truly going to leave them, sure I threatened to and walked out but all I was going to do was drive a bit go to the park that outlook Santa Rosa and ponder in my thoughts before heading home happy and terribly sorry for hurting my families feelings. The park was near Lovers Peak but I found a spot that was beautiful and just relaxing, with a waterfall nearby that supported the peacefulness of nature, it was my heaven and such a nice place to think to myself without the fast paceing life moving me away.

The question on my mind was why didn't I go there to the park? Or even remember going to the park? They were my family, I wasn't truly leaving them, I never could hurt the loving parents who raised me and siblings I grew up with. I just can't see what caused me to not head back. What caused me to black out and loose all memory of most of the afternoon events? That is besides me reaching my car, ready to shove the bags in like I usually did when I was sick of them hiding things from me or scolding me for wanting to know about my real parents.

Again, I had no clue who put me here or how I got here. Last I remember I was in Las Vegas, and I learned I had arrived at a random church I once knew around the time of three thirty. The stranger thing was I remembered the time on the clock in our living room said 2:30 when I was storming outside mad with a vengance. All I knew from the time I awoke in the church was the note I saw adressed to me explained I arrived there at 3:30, and somehow I made it to Las Vegas from Santa Rosa in a single hour from the time I was leaving home. This had to be impossible, I learned in school such things with the technology of today was greatly impossible. At least I think?

Then again someone once said "Things are only imposible only when you believe they are. The impossible is possible as long as you can believe they are." Although I don't remember whose words they were I knew that they had some meaning to my strange arrival to Las Vegas and now this forest for all I know in the middle of no where.

I also knew that I arrived in some magical fashion to this Church in Las Vegas only a single hour after leaving home, no matter how imposible that this sounded if not crazy for 2070's, it some how was extremely possible, because somehow in some fashion I was able to travel in such a way with no reclextion of how I had traveled this way.

All I knew was what I was told, I learned that I slept in that church for over two hours, when I woke somewhere around five something. The pastor told me that I cried and wimpered throughout my sleep moving my legs as if I was running in my dreams or trying to get away from something terrifying. I didn't know how I got there, and neither did the pastor he sort of just found me, nor do I know why I woke with no memory, nor the reasons I was crying uncontrolibly when I woke up just like now.

Last time, was the first time I ended up somewhere and had no clue why I was crying, and this was the first time, not counting the usual church tear jerking sermons, that I actually broke down in a church alone like I was crying over a dead mans body.

Things were quite strange as this imparticular church was the Christian church I once went to with my old friend from childhood. I came here when I visited her after she moved to the city of Las Vegas.

When I awoke it did not take long for me to notice the pastor who was keeping a close eye on me, as if he was trying to protect me from harm. I asked him if he knew how I came in or arrived, explaining I had no recollection of arriving to a church. I still find it weird the look he gave me as if he was expecting me to tell him what may have happend to me. At least he shook his head which told me he had no clue, for I would have not gotten anywhere if he only indicated with that strange facial expertion. He told me that he saw me asleep with my bags and my pink name inscribed bible out, but he never knew why there was a sleeping crying girl in this church nor how she came to be inside or arrive at the church.

He explained how when he found me scraped, bruised, injured, a slightly covered in blood and debris he thought it best that he did not disturb me, however he could tell from what I looked like that I was greatly destrested, that and the crying gave away the idea that somehow I was destrested. It made sense once he explained the situation from his view to me, why he had such a strange look and expertion.

It was no surprise that my crying is what brought him out, there was no doubt that when I cried and I mean realy cried as I knew I was doing then like I was now, there is no way not to hear it. My real distrested cries are so loud, I could wake up a unconsious man with the sound of such tears or hiccup like sobs. Of course with someone that had such a belchy cry, the pastor had to wonder and examine who was making such a cry, and was so anguish. What I was trying to figure out was if the pastor was more worried or disturbed that he came to find a girl who had no memory of why I looked such a way lying in the podiums sleeping and crying my heart out with fright and sadness, sprawled out like a exhausted little baby or toddler.

I had no recelction of that events before that incident nor how I suddenly was in a thick forest with the same bags, which I had no clue how I managed to carry them on my own to such a place, or inside a church, with cuts on my arms and a rip in my jeans.

The large cut in the area of my riped jeans is what woke me up in the church, the only thing is I never looked at my leg to see why it hurt so horrendously, because I noticed the paster sitting patiently in a podium a few rows up, checking paper work while trying to protect the young looking girl from anyone that might'want to harm me or take me.

It was ironic when I spoke with him that he had remembered me slightly from the past, but I barley payed attention to his statement. That is until he explained where I was, thats when I lost the thought of the searing stinging gut rentching pain coming from my right leg. I was so surprised and flabbergasted as to where I was that all thought back at that moment was focused on the impossiblity of the note I woke up with telling me the time of my arrival and some other things like 'everythings alright, stay out of trouble, you'll be safe." Though when the paster had brought up how familiar I looked again I remembered this being the church my old childhood friend attended and went to, so I explained how I once came here as a child when I visited my best friend and old next door neighbor before she moved away.

This pastor during the hour or so of talking with him, was quite kind, he even tried to help me insisting I went to the hospital or let a doctor check up on me. The strange thing was the note I found when I woke up stated "Rika, don't go to the hospital no matter what, you can't trust anyone except this pastor, you're life is in danger, do not return home stay here, you'll know when its safe, what to do." It was because of this that the only help I allowed the pastor to offer was to let me call my family on my cell phone, the problem was I never got through, no one ever answered.

I tried all my uncles, aunts, cousins, even grandma, but still no answer. I tried my adopted siblings Alicia and Max but still nothing, my friends I grew up with, my adopted siblings real siblings who were my best friends,. Then I attempted a text to everyone and any one, and no answer came as the minutes had gone by in that church from what I could recal, that was when I was sure the people closest to me in family terms somehow disapeared or were out looking for me. The problem with that idea was Mom and Dad even my siblings would have their phones on, our house phone would not be disconected, so a girl had to wonder what the deal was, and if I seriously was in trouble. Something was wrong I could feel it, for some reason I was crying uncontrolibly and no one answering there phones had something to do with it. But I just charged my phone while sitting in the secretaries office of the church and by the time it was charged I blacked out again I had heard something before I blacked out it was a big booming sound, that made me jump.

Now it's an hour and a half since I last blacked out. Sadly, I know I am not near any town at least I think from the looks of it, I still can't imagine how I still have all my stuff and have no clue how I got here this quickly.

What I do know is somewhere inbetween me getting to Las Vegas from home in Santa Rosa, was where I somehow became seriously injured. As there was a very long, deep, growdy bleeding cut that lay inbetween the calf and knee of my right leg. This was exactly where my leg stung earlier. I now understood why the paster insisted that I was taken to a hospital, if he saw this horrendous cut on my leg. This cut, out of unknown means was a large cut on my leg that looked as if the cut was produced by a knife, exactly like those documentaries and reality shows that people get gunshot wounds that scrape from weapons on their bodies, is exactly how this cut looked to me just as grows and regurgitating.

This led me to assume as I'm incredibly throbing in pain from this leg throught my intire body, to logically assume that somehow when I blacked out someone shot me or cut, thus tearing a bit of my pant leg. Maybe that's why I can't remember, maybe I was taken hostage or something, or maybe I'm blocking out almost being raped or something.

I couldn't help but let out an injured "Eh…Uh." Harsh painful cry and squeal, it stung and hurt enough it was so painful when I tried to sit myself up with my elbows. It was still painfull to look at; the worst thing is I had no clue what bacteria I could get since it's been well over three hours since I left home and some how got the leg wound before arriving in Las Vegas, that is if my watch is working correctly that is. The worst thing now is that there is a wound along my waist that's was what caused me to recieve more pain throught my body and especially make me feel sickening in the stomach.

It was like some burn mark, it was realy red like something hot touched me or I was rubed very hard along my waist by some scraping item. I hate to admit that this would even makes me assume rape, maybe being drug along a floor and rubbed by the pumps of him entering me as he pushed me on rough ground could be whee I got this whoever could have raped me.

Then again, if I was rapped I would have felt the feeling of the mans penius still inside me since my virgina would be inflated.
Ugh, I wish life was easy to figure out, I guess I could possibly rule out rape, but till I get some answers I guess it won't be totally tossed out of the picture.

I couldn't help but groan as I sat up and watched a shadow on the tree. I wanted home but had no clue where home was from here.

I called out for anyone but no one answered. Everything in this forest and around me seemed real, but then my eye's caught some bright pink and blue sticky note like the one I saw facing my eye level when I woke up in the church. The note I found facing my eye level at the church was addressed "Sincerely, -Gry-" which I know and knew then was a Norwegian girls name or last name meaning 'dawn'. But this note was different yet the same, I can tell that without reading it.

The strange note left on a rock by my foot with my name on it, was way to familiar if not déjà vu, as I scaned what was on written within the note, it said that I was in Utah. Then there was a map that lay at the base of the rock that just then caught my eyes, as I examind it several times, whoever placed me here and in Las Vegas placed me very carefully leaving me notes and everything to show exactly where I was. As if the person cared about me. But then, the words written on it in several places caught my eye and began to make me question if it was someone else or somehow myself that got me here.

"you're safe now don't worry you know what to do you're strong and can do this! –Autumn (AKA Mr. Mugue)

The strange thing is that this person whoever they are was starting to creep me out. First off my mother, used to and still would call me Mr. Mugue since I was a child, second my birth name was Autumn then my birth last name was Gry. However, my parents have told me several times I had a blackout as a kid however, those they said were because some bad people like robers or mafia members were after money and came to our house threatening us so we had to move and our last names had to be changed. Mom always explained the reason I blacked out or earased the memory from my mind was because I had been utterly frightend by the entire event that strange day that a grown girl should not remember yet continued to keep on her mind.

The stranger thing that countered my parents claim was the older I got the harder it was to believe this. I may not remember much but I remember enough of the way they were acting when I woke that day, they were scared about someone, but also they were scared and thrilled with or at me but they wouldn't tell me a single reason for them acting this way. I remember waking up the dogs at my feet I had been sleeping with my head rested against mom, she was hushing me and insisted we had to leave home due to some bad men who would do bad things if we did not leave to become safe, they wanted something extremely valuable and would hurt us for it.

It became harder to ask them what the looks of fear I saw on their faces were truly about. Even as a teen and young adult all I could get from them is that I imagined it, had and overactive imagination, mistook the way they acted, or dreamt the way they acted as I was a child after all only a toddler. The thing is the older I got the more these excusses seemed like they were hiding something about me or from me. I even had other black outs and the more I asked about them the more my parents denied things or told me things that always seemed like they were nervous to respond to.

It would not take a genius to know they were hiding things from me, even my cousins, grandparents, uncles and aunts, my siblings and their real siblings who were all my best friends, and my familys friends, everyone of them were the same it did not take me past my thirteenth year to figure out everyone was hiding things from me that in turn had to do with who I was.

I loved them enough that I knew whatever it was they were hiding was for a good reason, this reason was for all I can think of, was for my own protection. Yet I would always seem to drop these feelings or thoughts as to not hurt them or put them under the stress my questions to the blackouts brought them.

I was adopted after all, they hid who my birth mom was, dined me the right to get blood tests to find my father as they either knew and wouldn't tell me who he was or they truly had no clue who my real father or gentic father was. It was the way they acted that told me they knew exactly who my father was, just as they knew my mother and never explained it was my mothers best friend until, that is until she passed away in a head on collision. The other thing was if they didn't know who my biological father was, then why would they deny me the right of a blood test to beable to find my blood father?

"Hu!" I sighed deeply while in the woods shaking my head thinking about my parents and why they would not allow me to find my biological father. To be honest, parents are confusing at best, even if I knew my real parents or at least met my actual father, the parents who I have shared and been with my whole life are my real parents. My mom and dad are forever and always my real mother and father, sometimes I like to think of them as my biological parents even when they aren't I just love them to much, then my true family is is with them and their extended family.

The reason I thought about finding my real father alot is because a girl of twenty thinks about marriage and children alot, and no matter how I disliked my real dad for leaving my real mom, I'd want him to know if not see his biological grandchildren or biological daughters spouce of a cute hubby, I mean I hope the man I marry someday is a hunk and hot as can be, however looks of the man I'd share the rest of my life with don't matter to me.

It doesn't mean whenever I do date for reals I want them to meet my true father, as I havn't stayed with a guy to long into the dating process only to a certain point before I got scared and ended it after starting, then I normal would tell a guy "I just want to be friends." And run the other direction. But mostly it was because I was scared of having sex before I was ready, marrying young, and not having a successful marriage. If there was one thing my adopted parents taught me that I listened very attentive to it was that successful marriages last by communication and maturity. Even statistics proved it was better to marry after twenty five if not being close to thirty.

At least one thing I'm happy of was that I know who I am and that they met one warm summers afternoon, on a beautiful starry summers eve, and they fell inlove that summer twenty years ago. From what I was told that summer was one that could have lasted forever, and to them it did.

All I want to do is someday meet him, my biological father. As my biological mother, the one who gave birth to me, passed away many years ago and is now gone.

But these thoughts reminded me of my family back home, I still couldn't stop crying for some reason I was making myself sick. I just decided to lay down on this grass, weigh out the pain and sorrow that wouldn't leave me. So I thought about so many years ago the story my mom would tell me about my real parents, and what I would tell myself back when innocence of the world was still in me, before grandpa died when I was nine what I used to think yet somehow still believed.

I said the words I used to think outloud trying to fight everything my body was telling me all the anger and pain I do not know the reasons I poses. The tears, the feeling in my heart, and my fears I finally allowed to slip from thought. I had to fight the thoughts bringing me more pain and bring new thoughts in that could give me tranquility, however I had to be innocent as the days I was a young girl.

"Sometimes this crazy world tries to knock it out of you." I let out a cry of great pain as my waist throbbed like it was beaten by a bear, and the pain in my leg grew harder as it felt like my leg was choped off without anesthitics. Yet somehow I found a reason and way to continue.

"I believe in music and love stories, the way that some people believe in fantasies and fairy tales.

I…I like to imagine that what I hear came from my real mother and real father. Although I may not count them as someone who created me and our my parents. I like to believe that they were once inlove like Cinderella and her Prince Charming." By now the pain was making me feel week and tired, I feared giving in to my dizziness, because I didn't want sleep. Most of all I didn't want these blackouts I was facing, because I was fearing death was coming and these black outs were leading to me dying.

I let out a "uhng" sound of harsh pain my body was in hissing afterwords and trying to swallow the little saliva that I could but my throat and mouth were so dry I winced with my eyes painfully shuttering clutching my fists and tightening my body as my legs tried kicking in its great pain that throbbed the entice body. Finaly I began to let out the other words at least attempted but the sounds of me being in horrible pain took over the sound of me attempting to recite the poem I made up with mother as a child.

Hearing some songs I listend to at these moments when I prounounced this poem as a child. The songs I listend to bacl then and made me thing of this poem flashed through my head and helped me not think of the pain. The were playing so loudly in my mind that it was almost as if I was hearing them now out in this damp forested medow, as I continued my child hood hope and dream I used to always believe in and wish to occure as I would recite such a poem. The memory of these different songs gave me the strength to prounounce my hopeful poem and give my hurting body personal comfort and love.

"Maybe the notes in this music... in the music and songs I love to hear and sing along to or even dance along to. The reason I love to sing or dance along, is because these are the notes, music, singing, and dance moves that they heard, sang and danced to the night they met and became friends, if not much more then friends. The long everlasting summer they fell in love before September came and ended what should not have an end. Maybe that's how they found each other by music, notes, singing and dancing. Maybe that's how they'll…" I started crying harder my real mom was gone why was I saying this stupid hope like poem anyways it would never happen, this wasn't truly how they met only the story my mother told me, it truly couldn't be how it happened. The trouble with my doubt was that something inside me said 'But it was and you know it.'

My body throbbed in pain so I continued again to try to take my mind off my injuries and the deathly seering pain.

"Maybe that's how he'll find me!"

My voice became squeky with tears of sadness mixed with the pain I was in "I believe once upon a time long ago, they heard the music that night that long never ending summer and followed it to eachother. I believe it was the music and magic of that summer eve that brought them together, before reality caught them, before love was forced to end what never was to be or should have been more. How this summer created me as Autumn was what tore them apart and Autumn was what my name once was for I was the last goodbye to something beautiful. I am the warm never ending Summer's child."

What I could have sworn was the birds actually singing the song Wake Me Up When September Ends. Was the moment my dilusional mind and body fell down on the grass and was asleep without the knowledge that I was not to wake wake for another two days in the warm August day.

Da Da Da

What's up with this girl Autumn… Well the introduction chapters or Prologue chapters will tell you more.

To tell the truth Autumns family closest growing up friends, family, etc are hiding something but it will take us the ability to look into a time before her life began to find out what.

SO here's what you should know and is the biggest hint I can give "More than meets the eyes." I won't tell you whom I'm referring to or if this refers to no one (joking it refers to the entire bases of the story but it does also have character value)

Now what to except in Prologue 1

You get to see Autumns mother and father, how they met and what occurred the night they met.

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