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Chapter 2
Shadow/Vi P.O.V...
Numb...I couldn't feel anything. It was bliss.I didn't know where I was or who I was but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. The world could be falling to pieces but I wouldn't know nor care. For once, I'm at peace. Until I could feel myself being a little conscious. I'm sure I'm suppose to remember something. Well it couldn't of been important. I tried to fall back into complete unconsciousness but I couldn't, instead I'm being more aware. Suddenly, pain flares through my head and chest causing me to moan. Am I in pain? I don't remember. How? Unfortunately, I'm becoming conscious. I desperately try to go back to the numbness. The wonderful dark place where I don't have any pain and I don't care about anything. However, it seems to go further away or maybe it was me? That doesn't matter. What does matter is going back. I couldn't though which stirs an emotion through me. Frustration, is it? The further I was away the more pain that fills me. Eventually I gain full consciousness and I open my eyes with a moan. I can't see anything as black dots cloud my vision. I blink them away as I sit up and hold my head groaning. My vision finally clears and I look up to see everything burnt and crumbled to the ground. I look to my left side and see my motorbike. Wait? Was it mine? I can't remember. How did I get here? Was I hit by a truck or something? Abruptly all my memories come back at once giving me a splitting headache. I massage the sides of my head where my temple is to sooth m headache. Finally it dulls down to the point I can think clearly. A hiss escapes my lips as I stand up. Everything spins around me so I stop and stand still. Waiting for everything to be still. When it finally does, I slowly make my way to my motorbike. I lean on it, trying to remember what happened. I was on a mission. Deconi was there...I think. Yeah and I was angry, so angry about...It was something concerning Michael. He was going to bring him back, that was it. I was trying to kill him but there was a bright light and wind...really strong wind. Then everything went black. Damn it! Deconi must of escaped. I open my eyes again as I look back up. Or maybe not. Everything's a wreck from my explosives, even the machine is gone. It must of turned into ash. But judging from this place, it looks like no one had a chance to get outside. The whole building's gone, along with anyone in it, otherwise I would of been taken prisoner.
So why am i still alive? There's no way I could of survived that. I should be a pile of ash now. I finally notice that the hairs of the back of my neck is standing up, the tell tale signs I'm being watched. A shiver sends tingles down my spine. I look around cautiously, my hand going towards my daggers. All I see is ash and a little further away, trees. This place is starting to give me the creeps. I try to shake it off and move forward a little, testing the strength of my legs. I start shaking my legs a little trying to get the blood circulation flowing again. Man, it feels like I've slept for months. How long was I out? As soon as I got the strength back in my legs, I decided to get out. I hop on my motorbike, revving the engine to check if it still works before taking off to my apartment.
Outside my apartment...
I park outside a tall building. I look down at my watch to see it's about midday so most people are at work. I'm normally asleep at this time. I do my mission at night or travel and sleep through the day. I prefer it that way, easier for me to blend in. I make sure my bike is locked away safely before walking away into the building. I go towards the stairs walking to the second floor before walking down the corridor. I stop at apartment 24b getting my key out my pocket and putting it in the lock before turning it.
I lazily walk in, yawning a little. For someone who's been asleep a while I sure am tired. I put the keys down before looking up confused. Something's wrong. My apartment normally has barely anything in it. But now it's covered with belongings-someone else's. I look around and see photo's of strangers. I look over in curiosity and confusion. How long was I out? I know I've rent this place every month since I've been here and I was going to pay the rent for next month in a few days but it looks like I've been beaten to it. It's a good thing I keep everything in my bike. Look's like the person is at work. I guess I should leave before they come back. With a sigh, I turn around leaving the keys behind. There's no point in taking them if I don't live there anymore.
I leave the building and walk over to my bike, picking my helmet up. It looks like I'll have to go to the warehouse maybe get a few answers. Heh, I bet 'the boss' will kill me for blowing up the building and the machine. What can I say? He should of known better. Come to think of it, who is this boss? How does he know about me and my father? I was born in secret. Grr, just thinking of him makes my blood boil. Whoever he is, he's go- My thoughts immediately stop as the feeling of being watched comes back stronger. I look around cautiously and I see a mostly empty car park. I still keep my eyes peeled, looking for anything and then my heart stops. I force myself to breathe as I see a police car. A mustang at that. The car is parked outside the car park and no one is occupying the car. Still...there's something about that car. I feel like I've seen it before. Slowly, I move towards it without thinking. That car... I've seen lots of police cars so why does this one make me feel more edgy then usual? Maybe that's me being paranoid. But still there's something else about that car...It makes all my instincts scream run...What are- before I can carry on my thought it is again interrupted but this time by my stomach. My belly rumbles proclaiming that it wants food. I give the police car a wary glance before turning away, trying to ignore it as I put my helmet on. I get on my motorbike and take off but instead of going to the warehouse like I was originally going to, I'm decide to find some food.
Later...
I lean back with a sigh letting my guard down a little. I'm so starving. I can't believe I didn't notice it earlier. I feel like I haven't eaten in days which actually could be true since I don't know how long I was knocked out for. Don't get me wrong, I can go for a long period without food and I have, but when I know I can get food with no strings attached, my belly begs for food. At the moment, I'm at the back window booth in Mac Donalds. I already have gotten through half of my food. I grab some fries before slurping down my coke. Unfortunately, my headache hasn't gone away. It's more tolerable than earlier though. I lean my head on the cool glass, willing it to soothe my headache, but to no avail. I take deep breathes, closing my eyes relaxing a little. I wonder what happened to the others. Probably rounded back at the warehouse. I don't blame them for leaving me, I would of done the same. Rule number Uno in the criminal world: You look out ONLY for yourself. Otherwise you don't survive. Trust me, there's no such thing as trust or loyalty here. Those things get you killed or worse. I would know I've had a fair share of back stabbing or being back stabbed. Mostly the first one. I always make sure I won't be tricked and if I am... well you don't want to know. The others probably think I've been captured.
'As if,' I scoff at the idea. Deconi can't even catch a kitten, the idiot. And again the feeling of being watched overcomes me, making my eyes snap open. This is starting to get really annoying. The first thing i see makes my heart race. A police car, not just any police car. I curse inwardly in my native language, Spanish, How did I not notice I was being followed? It's the same one from earlier. I'm sure of it. I see the number 643 on it. It looks familiar. I'm sure I've seen it somewhere but where? That doesn't though. I need to get out of here and fast. Everything about this just screams wrong. Before I can get out though a voice stops me.
"Mind if I sit here?"
I turn my head to see a jet black haired man wearing sunglasses. Behind the sunglasses though, is his eyes and they're a weird brown and red colour. It could be contacts but he just screams off. Oh and another thing, he's wearing a police uniform. My eye is immediately searching for an exit, any exit.
"Actually I-" I start but he sits down before I can protest.
I can tell that I'm not going to like this guy. I don't show my annoyance though and I keep my face neutral.
"So Miss?" questions the cop.
"Natasha, Natasha Jones," I answer with no hesitation, saying one of my fake names.
His face is like a brick showing no emotion at all, not even a twitch.
"Is there a reason you need to speak to me, officer? I mean last time I checked it was ok to eat at, well I would say restaurant but I don't know if this qualifies as one," I comment trying to act casual and relax though inside I'm otherwise.
"No, it's ok to re-I mean eat here well depending on one's taste," replies the officer looking at the food with disgust.
Not a fan of Mac Donalds, huh?
"If you really don't mind officer, I have plans so I need to get going," I hint standing up to leave, however as I move around the table, he stands in front of me, blocking the exit.
"I'm afraid I need to take you down to the station, Miss Jones," replies the officer.
"On what grounds?" I question.
"I just need to take you down for questioning. You was seen leaving this place after an explosion," answers the officer.
I turn my head slightly looking down at the extended hand which holds a blue folder. I take it, skipping through the photo's, not showing a hint of emotion. There's pictures of me leaving the site alright, but you can't tell with my helmet on.
"That might not even be me," I deny trying to throw him off, but I doubt it'll work. He doesn't look like a rookie.
"But that is your motorbike outside," states the officer.
I debate quickly whether or not to tell him the truth. Not all of it of course. I decide to since I can still get out of this if I look innocent by not lying.
"...Yes," I confirm with a nod.
"So it's the same motorbike. You don't need to worry it won't take long," says the officer.
At the moment, everything is telling me to knock the guy out and leave but then again...
"...Lead the way," I nod.
I can lie easily at that station and if I do run I'll just look guilty (even though I am.) He nods before turning around and leading the way out towards his car. While I'm walking towards the car I take the time to look at the car. It's well maintained and shiny. It's the usual black and white on the mustang. Just before I get to the car door I freeze seeing something which makes my heart stop. My heart suddenly starts to race as my breathe catches in my throat. However, before he has a chance to notice I wipe the shock from my features, my expression hard.
"So...to punish and enslave?" I ask keeping my voice even.
There must be a reasonable answer for this. I'm just jumping to conclusions, and I've read too many fanfictions. I'm wrong. He's probably a big transformers fan who decided it would be funny to see people freak out when they saw it.
"Yeah, kinda lost a bet," he grumbles.
I barely give a nod in response, my thoughts going quickly. See? Reasonable answer. But still...
"What's your name, officer?" I question, silently hoping it was something like Aaron, Charles or even something like Gabby. But then life never goes like it should, does it?
"Officer Cade, Barry Cade," he states.
My heart stops and I stop breathing. No flipping way. Looks like I'm in Wonderland. No, it's just a coincidence. A super big freaky coincidence. However, life loves to prove me wrong. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a symbol on the shield of the car. Not just any symbol. The Decepticon one. My instincts kick in and I dive over the car, taking off in a run. I jump on my motorbike, not bothering to put my helmet on. I start it up quickly and drive out as fast as I can.
I hear his car (Or Barricade?) rev angrily. I don't have to look back to know that he's pursuing me. I could hear his sirens going off loudly with the traditional blue and red colours flashing. I swerve in and out of traffic and having the advantage. I've memorized these routes knowing them like the back of my hand. I always come to a new place prepared., knowing every ally, every road, every sewer entrance and more importantly all exits available. Unfortunately, it's a police car so everyone moves out the way for him. The thrill of the chase gives me an adrenaline boost so everything is clearer, sharper. But how do I outsmart him? I mean if he is a cybertronian (still debating on that) than he's got a massive advantage. I mean, they're super smart so how do I escape him? If I give up it's either jail or maybe being captured, tortured and killed. Not that it bothers me that much to be honest, but I rather not be. Or (this is the option I'm hoping the most) it's some kind of sick joke pulled by Rex or someone. But even if it is Barricade (not saying it is) what does he want with someone like me? I mean yes I'm not an average human, given my life and past but to Decepticons, we're all disgusting flesh bags that need to be eradicated. I don't have a shard of the Allspark. I'm not even allied with the Autobots. I'm just an assassin. Not even worthy of living in their eyes, (though if they were real, I'll give Starscream a few choice words, the coward.) I press down faster, urging my bike to go faster so far I'm at 120mph. I've made some modifications on my motorbike so it can go faster. Fortunately, I have had a chance to add some fuel in my motorbike before I went to Mac Donalds so I don't have to worry about my motorbike running out of gas. I'm sure if I haven't been doing this my whole life I would of crashed by now, however, he's still on my lead. I need to find a way to shake him off. I could turn around and slash his tires but if he really is a con he's going to be pretty mad and he might blow his cover to squish me. But then again, if I do make him blow his cover then it would create chaos which would make a good distraction for me to slip away while everyone's running around screaming. But that would only work if he is a con, which he probably isn't.
Why does it have to be so complicated? I zoom faster trying to think of a plan. Just think like you normally do. I've outran hundreds of cops and gang members before, without a sweat, so why am I stressing now? First off I need a distraction. I get out my daggers and start to swiping tires on other people's car, causing them to swerve and crash into each other. That should slow him down, next I throw a few gas bombs behind me. It won't hurt anyone, it just creates a thick fog, making it impossible to see me. I flick up the end of my right handle revealing a blue button. I press down on it and my motorbike as well as myself turns invisible. How? Long story short, I stole some experimental technology. It's not perfect, it only works for a few minutes, but it's enough for me to sneak away and be miles away before he can catch my whereabouts. He may be tracking the motorbike somehow so it might be best if I stop and turn my motorbike off then tinker until I can find it. That is if he's tracking me somehow. So after I'm a few good miles away I do just that.
Later, after I checked and triple checked my motorbike, I decided it's safe to use and that creep is probably cursing that he's lost me. I mean I am at the top of the CIA and the FBI, granted, there's worse people out there than me but I brought them to justice and they won't be harming any one ever again.
I checked under a fake name in a motel and decided to relax a little. I got my laptop out of my secret compartment of my motorbike and get on I don't have an account in case somehow it can be traced back to me but I do go on it a lot.
"Huh? Thats weird," I comment to myself voicing my thoughts out.
I can't find Transformers anywhere. Is this some stupid prank? If Rex has touched my laptop he's in for it. I shut the laptop down and decide to take a nap. It's only 5pm, sunset, but I need all the sleep I can get. After all, it's not good to stay in one place to long so I'll be leaving early morning. I take a quick shower before putting some PJ's on, keeping my dagger on my night stand, with my belt full of everything I need. The shower relaxes my muscles so I'm out as soon as my head touches the pillow.
I'm on the edge, tipping into insanity. Or maybe I've already reached it. Things are changing and they're changing fast. I did say throw at me everything you got and I meant it. I can bounce back from this. I can make everything stay black and white. This isn't going to get the better of me. I'm a survivor. I can adapt. Nothing will throw me off including strange coincidences that make me feel I'm going insane. I can make sense of the impossible. I can't be thrown off this ride so easily. It justs makes me want to hang on tighter. So you can try. I dare you to do your worst.
