Primus has a Sick Sense of Humor

Recreate. That was what Mission City was all about nowadays. Ever since the 'attack' almost 2 decades ago everything had to be rebuilt, the lives of people, their homes, and to some their sanity. While others grieved in the pool of their own misery of those they lost, others became stronger holding onto the ties that were still with them. The city used to be just a city. Workers and civilians put together in a single place. But now they were no longer separated; now they had each other to rely on. Mission City had grown a heart over the years, where the people worked together to heal their home. Where they all shared an experience that had made them appreciate what they had.

"Huh, a new café downtown?"

A brunette sat in her office reading a community newspaper as she chewed on her new pencil. Slowly she looked up and out of her window. Waxed and glossy cars seemed to stare back at her as if they wondered why a being so flawed watched them, perfections in technology and comfort. She could almost feel them pout as they were sold to other flawed beings. Laughing at her imagination, she went back to her job, which was filing and being a secretary. Sure it wasn't a dream job, but she had air conditioning and she was close to home. Soon though she would have to leave her parents and go to college. She would miss talking by the water dispenser with her associates, gossiping on the latest scandal their boss achieved. As if he wasn't a freak already. She had been born and raised here in Mission City. She had seen it change as time also changed her.

"Betsy, are you doing anything tonight?"

A gray haired man, about 5'3 addressed her. His suit was tacky, a plaid yellow with an old red bow tie and white shoes from Gucci. The shoes seemed to be the only decent looking thing he had ever shown up to work with. He always seemed to reserve his best outfits for nights in the town.

"No Mr. Freeman. Did you need anything?" Betsy answered.

"Yes actually. I have some files that I'd like to get inputted before tomorrow and I was wondering if you'd stay late to finish them."

"I'll finish them. And please Sir, don't call me Betsy at work. Call me by my professional name: Elizabeth."

"Nonsense. I'll call my employees whatever I wish. Thank you and have a good day Betsy." Mr. Freeman walked out of her office.

Betsy gave out a sigh. She didn't like using her nickname at work. Only few had the privilege of saying her nick name. Said people would be her best friend, Brittany, her parents and family, and the cockatoo that belonged to her grandmother. How Mr. Freeman found out about her nick name was something she probably would not enjoy finding out. Putting in her password into the computer she set out to finish her new assignment. Betsy wasn't even half way done when her associates had started to say good bye to her. There went Andrea. Happy and peppy, obviously she was a cheerleader in high school. She always got the best customer results. Then there was Jamie, Derek, Takamoto, and Graciela. All now safely at home watching T.V or trying to find dates for Saturday night.

"I hope dad doesn't eat my sandwich. It better still be where I left it in the fridge…" Betsy said to herself, only to pass the time as she entered each of the files. It didn't take long before she had to go with plan B. Text Brittany.

. hey, B. Wut u doin rite now?.

Ring! Betsy grabbed her cell reading the message.

. nothin much. Got myself a manicure 2day.

"Lucky! I haven't been to a nail salon in so long." Betsy thought eyeing her nails.

The evening continued until Brittany had to leave on a new date. It seemed that guys just had a thing for Brittany, she always seemed to have a guy waiting for their chance to go out with her. Betsy could understand why, she was charismatic, funny, and outgoing. She always had a way to make people ease up. How she ended up with her as a best friend still amazed Betsy because she wasn't anything like Brittany. Sure she hung out with others and talked and laughed, but she would rather read a book then spend the day shopping for shoes. At home she was almost always in her room listening to music, reading, or just doing things that needed to be done. Brittany however would roam from place to place eager for something new or different from her schedule. Even what they watched was different. Betsy considered herself a child at heart when it came to what she watched on television. She was still fond of cartoons and comics. Brittany on the other hand would watch House or The Office.

"Only a few more left…"

Eager to get home, Betsy started to type faster. She was typing in the last few things when a small wobbly noise gained her attention. She didn't notice it at first, but the noise seemed to get louder. Searching for the source she realized that it was the clock on her desk moving back and forth from its legs. Then the pencils in her cup started to move, ticking on the sides. In fact everything in her office seemed to move. Then all of a sudden a loud crash echoed from across the street making her desk fall over.

"Earthquake??"

Betsy frantically moved the desk aside, giving her legs movement to slip out from underneath it. She needed to get out; the shockwaves from the ground surely felt strong enough to make the entire building fall apart. Trying to gain her balance as she ran, Betsy went to the closest exit.

CRASH!!

Betsy looked back horrified as she saw part of the building behind her become thousands of pieces of debris as a huge metallic figure came plunging through it. Its angered voice seemed to echo through out Betsy's mind, its tough edges screeching her thoughts. She did the only thing she could think of, she started to run again. She could have cried in relief when she saw an exit outside beyond the new cars. She would be safe soon. Betsy smiled as she ran closer and closer. Almost there.

A shot was heard, then a pain on the side of her head and finally the force of the impact. She didn't feel anything, she could only see. She saw herself smash into the side of a nearby car, her blood splattered across its waxed surface. She saw glass shattering, pouring into the air. Betsy thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Then the pain came.

Ripping. She felt herself rip apart, as if something wanted to cut the strings of her mortality, but they would not break free. Betsy wanted to scream. She felt as if she was, but she didn't hear a word come out of her mouth. In her mind she screamed, she wanted to hear herself, she wanted proof that she was still in on piece and that the ripping was just …not happening. Then finally the strings gave way, she felt them loosen and then disappear. As each one faded so did the world around her.

She was being lifted, but she felt weightless. Then she felt herself being placed somewhere cold and hard. Betsy felt her surroundings. Damp, lifeless. Like when you move to a new house and you enter your new room. She could make it better, Betsy thought to herself. Like a new room, she could fill it and make it her own. She could treasure this barren space, no, she would treasure it. As if on cue, she felt her surroundings warm up. She could feel more then her current 'room'. She felt everything that seemed to connect to it come to life. Something seemed to mold into her…what was it…perhaps her head? Breathing then came slowly, but it was such a simple pleasure.

Her senses started to awaken. She could feel, touch, hear, and smell. She was cold, approximately 54 degrees she told herself unknowingly. The ground was smooth and concrete, few grains of sand on top of it. The building was swept today she answered herself. It smelled of dust, oil, and ionized water. She could hear trinkets of glass fall, and metal bend. There was an earthquake…no, an attack. She answered herself once again. Betsy felt her mind become clear. Practically crystal. But the feeling went away and she felt her mind return to normal. Exactly how it felt all her life. The knowledge she felt seemed to flab away…as if it was dying.

"Don't die…" Betsy told it. It felt so weak right now.

"Not Possible. Power moved to original form."

"Original… form?"

"Parted structure is to remain part of your system."

"What system?"

With that, the presence left her alone. Betsy decided that she should sleep.

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"What happened?" Betsy Slowly opened her eyes, looking for anything that would help her to what had actually happened last night.

Betsy could see now, and what she saw made her shuddered in fear. Chaos. The building she worked in was in utter chaos. All the fine windows were shattered and spread across the floor. People and emergency vehicles crowded the area. Sadness roamed the air, dread in close pursuit. An ambulance hurried into the crowd, the people parting for its arrival. They walked up to her and knelt beside her front door. They grabbed something, something familiar. Something she had seen every time she had looked into a mirror. Her body. It was broken, and covered with blood and filth. There seemed to be no pain on her face, but Betsy knew better. She couldn't look away, she wouldn't. If they were taking her body, then what was she?

"ELIZABETH!! Elizabeeethh…"

Betsy instinctively looked towards the sound of her name. A woman, small and petite cried and hovered over her dead body. A man held her, desperately trying to stop his wife's tears and his own. Then a blonde woman, tears staining her perfect complexion and newly manicured hands coming up to smear her mascara.

Something chained her from behind and a roar of an engine started up as she was being pulled.

"No! Wait! Mom! It's me, Betsy! I'm right here Mom! I'm right here…!"

No matter how hard she tried to speak, she couldn't say a word to condone the pain in her mother's heart. She couldn't do anything but watch her life disappear as she was being tugged away from the building.

Hi Guys! So this is a new story I've been working on over the summer. Plot bunnies are an evil thing when boredom is apparent. Also I'm looking for a beta reader, so if anyone wants to go ahead and PM me. Thanks!