Here is chapter three!
Thanks to:
Anonymous person - lol wow. You're completly right. =) Nice guess.
warriorkat21 - And here is chapter 3 for you. I actually have like a list of chapter titles to spurr me to write a lot of fluff for this story, but it also has a fair share of nonfluff.
Wicken25 - Her death, of course.
MySunnySideLife - You shall see who he really is in the next chapter, actually. =)
Seven - The two faces were actually the Autobot insignia and the Decepticon insignia. Kind of like which side she would choose and Primus was happy that she chose the Autobots.
freeprincess - Mr. Muss is Primus. lol
Lunar Mist - Well, I aim to please =) I'm glad you're liking the story.
Nightmaskedfemme - I'm only updating on fridays until I finish the Bee/Oc story. Then I'll update this one a bit more often because I'll also be trying to finish up some of the other stories I have that are closed to being finished.
AMETHST PRIME - lol! Well, yeah, that would be a good choice in actors for Primus. The man can play anything he wants...
Chapter Three
The Crash
Unfortunately, the next day never came for me. I had been sitting in the silent auction for the longest time and decided that I wanted to go home. I didn't want to inconvenience anyone – especially Perry or Mr. Muss – so I decided to take a cab back to the hotel. I could write a letter of apology later for skipping out on both of them. Perhaps one of the cabs would think I was a rich woman with the Lolita style dress I had on. That would be both embarrassing and flattering at the same time.
I excused myself, stating to the other ladies that I had to visit the restroom, and I swiftly exited the auction. With one glance behind me, I somehow managed to catch both Perry and Mr. Muss' eyes. They looked at me like they knew what was going on, what I was doing, and where I was going. Was that possible?
Maybe they just knew that I was uncomfortable in gatherings like this. I exited the grand double doors and passed by my painting. It really was my pride and joy and it brought me great pleasure knowing that this painting entertained someone else so much that he bought it for his private gallery. I could feel a smile stretch across my face as my boots clicked on the floor. The man at the front door gave me an odd look, but he offered to grab a cab for me. I declined, not wanting to draw attention to myself by asking someone to do my task for me, and carefully swept my skirt up as I made my way down the stairs. I sighed, glancing over my shoulder one more time at the gallery that changed my life, and felt the smile on my face widen. The painting at the hotel was waiting for me.
I walked down the sidewalk and pulled out my phone out of the small clutch I had brought with me. The time really wasn't that late – maybe around ten at night – but I felt that foreboding feeling once again. This time it started to coil in my stomach and it was so powerful that I had to stop. I leaned forward, wondering if I was just hungry or something. I hadn't eaten dinner tonight, after all.
I leaned against the wall of a building, watching the traffic pass by and it was then I decided that I wanted to return to the hotel and work on the painting. The purple face Mr. Muss had shown me had spurred some sort of feeling. I wanted to finish the shadowy face – I could see it clearly in my mind's eye. Actually, there were two faces I could see. Two identical yet completely separate beings that I could see. One was surrounded by yellows and the other was surrounded by reds. I didn't know what or who they were…Just that they existed. They were there.
I sighed and pushed myself off the wall and to the curb of the street. I could see the lights of the various vehicles braving the streets of New York at night and some of them were so bright that I had to squint. I raised my arm and blushed when three taxis stopped in front of me – it was weird because I didn't think a lot of taxies would be out right about now. The cabs reminded me of sharks coming in for a feeding frenzy.
I chose the one in the middle – it was the normal yellow color – and vaguely wondered if it would have been the Cash Cab if it were a van. Unfortunately, it was not a van and, I was instead forced to listen to a random guy who was driving way too fast. It kind of scared me. I was sitting in the backseat of a cab that took off before I could attempt to secure the seatbelt, only to find that the seatbelt didn't work and the cabbie wouldn't stop talking long enough to listen to me.
"Would you slow down?" I questioned. The cabbie only shook his head and continued to jabber to his heart's content. He wasn't listening to my pleas of slowing down. He just hummed over me or talked even louder. Half the time I couldn't even understand him! My heart was pounding in my chest and the bad feeling I was experiencing was reaching a a crescendo. It scared me so bad that I started to huddle in the corner of the cab. The light ahead of us turned yellow and the cabbie was too far back. I had a feeling that he was going to try to run the red light…and he did. It was a bad idea because the next thing I knew, a car heading in the other lane T-boned us. On my side, too!
The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filled my senses as pain overrode everything. My head cracked on the window and I let out a surprised scream as the car spun in several circles. My right leg was pinned down by the now distorted metal and my right wrist was bent in an odd angle. I had been jolted around roughly since I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, but that wasn't my fault, now was it?
Man, everything hurt! When the car eventually slowed to a stop, another car plowed into the other side thankfully jarring my pinned leg loose. Apparently, the taxi's lights had died and the other car didn't know we were still in the intersection. The taxi spun again as a third car hit us, but this time it was from the direction we had come. The impact caused us to flip, rolling a couple of times before we ran into a sturdy light post. The taxi skidded to a stop on the roof and by then I was feeling lethargic and numb – like I was watching everything from a distance.
Something warm and sticky was dripping down my head and breathing was more difficult than I remembered. My side felt caved in, my arm felt snapped in half, and my leg felt like something yanked it out of my hip. I couldn't look down so it very well could have happened. I began to panic, not wanting to stay in this little cramped taxi and bleed to death. I couldn't even see if the cabbie was breathing or not. I mean, it was dark outside! I couldn't see a blasted thing. I couldn't even move my neck!
But I could feel. I could feel residual pain as it coursed its way through my body in waves. I think I wanted nothing more than to die right then. I would give anything for this pain to go away. I felt like I was fading very slowly in and out of blissful numbness – I think this is what people mean when they're going into shock. I was fading with my neck and body scrunched in with the seat as my head was pressed against the roof of the car. My hair was becoming soaked with the blood from my head wound and it wasn't until I tried to move my neck that I saw that it was cut as well.
Then, by some random turn of events, someone's arm came in through the broken window.
"Miss Poole!" I knew the voice. I had no idea how he was there or why he was there…but somehow Perry had gotten to the crash site. I bit back a small yelp as he gently grasped my obviously broken wrist. Then again, what wasn't broken on me?
"Ouch…" I pitifully whimpered, more out of reflex than anything.
"Dear Primus…" he whispered as he peered through the window with a flashlight. I barely turned my head to him and it was then that my disbelief of the whole situation wore off. Tears gathered in my eyes and the reality of the situation started to sink in. It scared me. I was most likely going to die with the amount of pain I was still feeling. Full shock couldn't settle in fast enough. I can't believe I'm thinking this way, but there you have it.
"What is Primus? What does Mr. Pri Muss have to do with this?" I choked out, feeling a coppery tinge to my spit. Great, now I was choking on my blood. I had never been the one to like the taste of blood, but I always stuck my finger in mouth if I cut it. The coppery taste was unappealing to me.
"No. My dear girl, not Mr. Pri Muss… Primus is one word." He explained and I sort of caught on. But, what did the name 'Primus' have to do with a car crash? I sighed and relaxed against the upside down seat. I heard him whispering to himself. "I just…wished this had happened a different way." He sighed softly to himself.
It was then that I thought of Nichole. What was I going to do about Nichole? What was she going to do if I died? I couldn't just leave her here. I started to move despite my shattered body. The pain was nearly gone now, at least – even if that isn't a good sign. If I was going to die, I wasn't going to do it upside down in the back of a taxi. It took most of my strength, but Perry helped me move from the awkward position. He then grabbed me underneath the shoulders and dragged me from the twisted metal.
"Do you trust me?" he questioned as he picked me up bridal style. I softly nodded my head and he began to walk down the street. There was nobody out and I thought it was strange for New York. Maybe Perry was just magical? I chuckled to myself, wondering if Perry was some sort of American wizard. I mean, in Harry Potter they had different Ministries of Magic, didn't they?
"Where are we going?" I slurred out, vision blurring. I wanted to sleep, but I had always thought that sleeping when I most likely had a harsh concussion was a bad idea. There was the high chance that I would fall into a coma and never wake up from it. Brain swelling and everything that comes with it isn't fun y'know? Yeah, right. A concussion was the least of my worries, I bet.
We turned into some sort of alley way and he sat down, cradling me in to his chest. I felt safe and warm. The safest I had felt in a long, long time.
"You have a decision to make, Sidney." He said, using my first name for the first time. I used the last of my strength to look up at him.
"What kinda decision?" I slurred, vision becoming even worse than before.
"What if I told you humans were not the only sentient organisms in the universe and that you had a chance to help end a civil war?" he questioned and I knew my time was growing short. He was being very vague, but I suppose it was because of the fact that my time was short.
"I'd believe you." I honestly said. "I have no reason not to, anyway." I murmured, laying my head against his chest.
"If you choose yes, then you will die. You will be reborn as one of them, but you will be great. You will help end a millennia long war and help battle hardened men regain their gentler nature." He said and I smiled. I didn't like the sound of war, but it had always been in my nature to help people. I liked to do that – I volunteered in the hospital when I wasn't painting or being artsy.
"But if you say no, I will return you to the taxi and the rescue team will take you to the hospital." He said, voice serious, "But that also means your dreams of the other world, your paintings of the mechanical faces and the orbs will be erased from your memories." He said.
I thought long and hard about this, but in reality it had only been a few minutes.
My eyes grew heavier and I let out a soft, "Yes," before I closed my eyes, drifting into the warm darkness. I didn't want to forget.
I could only hope that Nichole forgave me.
