Chapter 4: Not Just Pain, Anymore.
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It was night time by the time Amanda had pulled up to her backyard driveway--a semi-circle driveway around a marble fountain statue of the four seasons as young, beautiful maidens sitting on the wide round base of the fountain that held the water. A thick tower that holds twelve children around it, Sprites of the maidens, and each holding a basket with water coming out of it, the colors varying to the seasons. At the top of the tower, is a plant that has four sections, standing for the four seasons, a bowel around it that fountains a water fall of smooth crystal water into the base.
Instead of driving all the way into the semi-circle, Amanda keeps straight and parks in front of the three door garage, turning off the car and stepping out, slamming the drivers door behind her. A beep from the horn made her stop in her tracks, barely five steps away from the car.
She sighed and turned around, irritatingly, towards the car, one hand on her hip and the other holding her mini-purse. If looks could kill, this would have been the fifth time the car had died.
The radio came to life with a static sound and the voice was back on, yet again. "Well?….Aren't you going to apologize for slammin' me?" If Amanda didn't know better, the car had a sound of amusement in that unbelievable question.
Standing a gap beside the car, Amanda couldn't help but try and not beat the car to smithereens. She muttered reassurance to herself and took a few calming breaths, turning around after taking one last glance at the car in question and walked towards the back door to make her dinner.
Not even having her keys out, she heard the horn go off again, only this time longer and not short lived.
Starring in front of her at the door, she banged her head on the window part and muttered aloud so that the car could hear her clearly "What. Do. You. WANT!?" She glared at the car out of the corner of her eyes.
Before the car could answer, if he was, Amanda had realized something that she should have hours before hand. In return for this stupidity of hers, she banged her head against the door again, harder this time. She stood up straight and walked over to the car, stopping at a good three feet beside it. She folded her arms, her hip sticking out to show her attitude thus far; unimpressive and pissed.
Hot Rod saw the look in her eyes and thought one thing as he looked at her: 'If looks could kill….' He was about to ask her what her deal was, when she answered is unvoiced question "How can you talk?…are you somehow remote controlled to another house or something?…If so, then your busted." She took a tool out from behind her 'where the hell did that thing come from!?'
Before he knew it, she was probing his hood to pop up from the outside, startling him to nearly jump "hey-HEY! What are you doing!?" If he could blush, he most defiantly would have, that was just the most awkward thing that he had felt, or been in.
Staying completely calm, Amanda looked up and said in the most blunt of voices "I'm seeing if there are any devices that I need to deactivate. First place to always look is the Trunk…but, seeing as you wont let me." She went into the garage to retrieve a skateboard and slides on it. She was on her back and pushed herself underneath the car, looking everywhere to see if there was anything from a bomb to a spy cam.
Hot Rod was extremely uncomfortable with this. And to express his feelings, he gently scooted back to where Amanda wasn't under him anymore.
Amanda blinked and looked behind her to see the car, a grumbling sound coming from her throat as she slid underneath him again, only to have it back up again and her exposed to the night sky, again. She got up and placed her hands on her hips, practically glaring daggers at the him "Do I have to strap you down in order to see what's under you?"
All Hot Rod did to respond was fire his engine and roar it to life for a split second before shutting it off, as if to say "would like to see you try" And as if answering to that unvoiced statement, Amanda got up and marched right up to the car, with the most challenging look ever.
She slammed her hand on the hood and glared towards the inside of the car, as if she could see the person inside it "Tell me…how is it that you can talk?!" Very demanding, and high-strong, it was scaring Hot Rod, but he wouldn't admit that.
Taking a moment to collect on what to tell her and what not to, he finally spoke up "First…stop hitting me, it's starting to hurt. Second. I can talk because…well…let's just say I'm not from this Earth."
Amanda took a second, her eyes and look not changing. She slowly took her hand from the hood and folded her arms, the ranch still in her hand "…so, you're one of those Alien robots that attacked Baltimore, right?" Her voice was soft, but he could tell that there was that edginess of anger and revenge in her voice.
Hot Rod took a moment to register this, but protested "no, I only just recently got here. I only know about that war through a transmission." He spoke softly, only telling her the truth, but not spilling all the beans. He wasn't so sure if he could trust her yet. 'she has a temper that could match Optimus' loyalty, though.' He thought to himself.
Amanda looked at him with a harder look in her eyes "Then why are you here? Why choose my family's car of all others, huh!? Why did you come back to haunt me!?" She slammed both her fists on the hood, creating tow dints the size of her fists where she hit, showing how pissed she was at everything. 'and this was supposed to be a happy day..' She thought as she let a few tears slide down.
Seeing the tears hit the car she gasped and ran into the house, slamming the half window door behind her as she ran to her room on the second floor, not stopping until she was collapsed on her bed, face buried in her pillows and crying her eyes out. She wished that she didn't have to feel this pain anymore, that she didn't have to remember. But a car, not just a car, but HER car that her parents saved for her, that they kept before she was born, was replaced with a monster that was part of a team that killed her parents those two long years ago. She was so frustrated, so enraged that she didn't even know what to do.
She went to the weight room that she had recently installed a year ago to take her frustrations out, mainly from Johnathan's break up with her. But now, oh, now she has an even better reason. She didn't just hate that car at the time, she wanted to kill it. She wanted to tear it apart, make it feel the pain that she has felt those years ago. She punched the sand bag that hung from the ceiling, punching it with all her fury and might that she was getting bruises and cuts on her knuckles. She punched it so hard, that it started getting holes.
Her mind and eyes started to cloud over from the pain and fury that has been welled up inside her through all those years. She started hitting the bag over and over again, even after it had busted apart, the heavy sand gathering at her feet. When she didn't feel the pressure against her fists, she moved to the closest wall and started punching as hard as she was with the bag. The thing was, the wall was the glass mirror that took up nearly half that side of the gym. Her knuckles crunched the glass beneath her punches, every time she pulled back, small pieces of glass stuck to her knuckles, causing her to bleed. Even then, the pain didn't stop her. She couldn't feel the physical pain, she was too blinded by the fury in her heart and mind to feel it. So she kept punching, and punching, and punching, until half the mirrors in the room were all destroyed and bloody, until her knuckles were unseen, covered thick with her blood and split open wounds.
She breath hard as she finally glanced at the damage she had done. Her chest heaving as she calmed down, and that's when she felt the pain. She winced and starred down at her hands; they were hideous and in need of immediate treatment. She couldn't even unbend her fingers, she couldn't move her hands without feeling the glass move in her veins. Chunks of glass were sticking out all over her knuckles and lower fingers, and even parts of her palm, the chunks were from as big as her eyes, to as small as a speck of dust. Tears streamed down her eyes as she started to think of what to do. No, she knew what she had to do, she just didn't want to bring herself to do it.
Sighing, she looked at the damage in the room to her hands. Making a disgustful wince, she ran out the door and to the kitchen where the back door was, now thinking of how she is going to open it. Looking around, she remembered a device that she prayed that she didn't disconnect. Going to the cubbards, she opened it with her teeth, being tall enough, and pushed a small remote that had many small blue buttons in it, and one larger green one on the right hand corner. She pressed one of the blue buttons with her elbow, and the door opened as if someone had opened it from the outside. She grinned triumphantly to herself, but soon it faltered into a wince of pain. She heaved a heavy sigh and ran out the door, kicking it closed behind her.
She ran to the car that never changed position, her hands in front of her and dripping blood everywhere. This caught Hot Rod's attention fast, and he turned to her, his voice full of worry as he doesn't even try to hide it "What happened?! What--"
"I don't like you. And I probably never will…but I need you to take me to the hospital or else I might die with this glass in my veins. Please? I hate this world, but that doesn't give me enough reason to leave it so soon. If you can talk, then you can take me, right?" She stayed calm, even though her eyes and actions showed that she was in grave pain.
Hot Rod didn't make a sound, only opening the passenger door, signifying that he'll take her gladly. She got in hastily as the door shut behind her. She felt the seatbelt fasten itself over her, making her wince from surprise. The next thing she knew they were skimming down the road towards the hospital, nearly at full speed. "Keep going this fast, and the cops will get onto you." she said in an almost sing-song voice, as if she had forgotten about her serious wounds.
Hot Rod didn't answer, only switching gears and turning a sharp corner, only making them a block away from the hospital.
Amanda looked through the dark tinted windows of the car and up at the many story hospital, starting to feel a little nauseous. The last time she was here, it was to identify her parent's bodies. She hasn't been back ever since.
She felt the car stop at the ER section of the hospital, an ambulance sitting there in the entrance way as if ready to carry out it's next mission. She starred at it for a while before Hot Rod brought her back to her thoughts "are you going in there, or just going to bleed to death on my interior?" Shaking her head, she sent a quick glare towards the radio and got out of the car after he opened the door for her.
Walking fast, mainly to keep her calm and to hurry from the pain intensifying, she went to the head nurse at the waiting area, clearing her throat to get her attention.
The woman looked up at her with a strange look, as if waiting for her to robe her or something. When what she was expecting didn't come, she finally stood up from the chair and said, in the most obnoxious voice "May I help you, dear?"
Amanda nodded and showed the woman her hands, blood dripping on the counter that separated.
At first, the woman was disgusted by it, but then she got too look at the details, and was immediately baffled and bamboozled. She did a double take on the girl's hands before going to the back of the ER room, calling on a doctor to come quickly.
In no time flat, the head nurse and the doctor came in, the nurse calling Amanda to come over and show the doctor what it was that was the problem. When the doctor saw this, he didn't waste any time and placed Amanda in a wheel chair, taking her off into the X-Ray room, to see what they are really up against.
In less than half an hr, the results came back, and the doctor was close to fainting himself; the x-ray had shown that there were over a thousand mini-glass fragments in Amanda's veins from her wrist down, and larger, yet still small, fragments of glass cutting into her nerve system and muscular system in her hands and lower arms.
Again, the doctor had wasted no time and took her to the emergency room, where they will do surgery. Through out this whole chaotic movement, the only thing, okay things, that Amanda could think of was 'What would my parents think of me, now.?' and '..What would Hot Rod think of me?' She shook her head from the last thought, tears coming back to her eyes as she felt a twinge of pain in her neck, a whimper escaping her lips. She overheard the doctors that will be doing her surgery say that if they didn't do this fast and right, then she would most likely die that very night. She swallowed hard from the thought, and let a tear fall down her cheek. The pain was starting to become unbearable. She just wanted to sleep, sleep it away like all the other pains she had. 'But this is physical pain,' she thought 'you can't sleep it off. It's impossible. You have to treat it, even if it means causing more pain.' She let out a shaky and whimpering sigh, scared of going into surgery. She knows that the technology is safe and it will save her life, but it was the humans that were worrying her. She doesn't trust humans like she does the technology, especially her technology.
The next thing she knew, a bright lamp was hovering above her, and she had stopped moving. She blinked some as a female doctor put a mask over her face, telling her that it was an oxygen mask. Amanda was about to ask a stupid question, until she felt the slight pain in her arm, but thanks to wounds, the pain was a thousand times worse and made her jump up and scream in pain. She had never scream in pain, never. For her to, it meant that it was serious.
She started whimpering and crying again, the doctors reassuring her and telling her that she is in safe hands and that they will help her heal, take care of everything. Before she could sort out the words to think, her eyes had shut, and the surgery had begun for her life.
A/N: yay! it's finally up:D. Again, thank you to those that helped with the ideas, and more importantly, to all my readers for the support and patience for the chapter to come up :). I really, honestly appreciate you all--without you, I wouldn't have the strength nor the excitement to continue this story. Thank you to you all :).
Now, I was going to make this chapter into a comedy...buut, one thing led to another and it became a life threatning thing. Alot of my reviewers had said that there should be something that would bring the two together into a friendship--This is the start of it, so we'll see what happens together, che:)
Next chapter should be up by the end of the weekend. LOVE YOU ALL -gives you all your fave. plate of cookies- If you don't like cookies, there's a bowel of hundreds of different candies over there -points to the table where the cookies are- happy eating :).
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