Hey all! :D I'm glad you all liked chapter 3 so much and weren't expecting what happened in the ending. I promise it gets juicier though! I just started my fall semester but I will try to update when I can as I juggle between work, fan fics and college. Thanks for the reviews and enjoy chapter 4!

Transcendental Mysteries

Chapter 4 The Man with the Ruby Eyes

"Uh, I don't know you," Cynthia laughed nervously. Her hands were shaking vigorously. "Do you know me somehow?"

"Of course jou do!" he asserted. I saw jou at ze park last night!"

Stealthily, her right hand reached into her purse. Her fingers searched for a particular item hidden in that purse. Cyndi was ready to use her pepper spray if things got ugly.

"I don't believe I do remember seeing you," she corrected. "You must have me mistaken for someone else."

"I know jour face vell," Icy replaced Random. In this Human disguise, there was no face swapping yet their voice tones were distinct and distinguishable. "Zhere is no mistaking jou."

"I said, I don't know you, creep! Now, get the Hell outta here before I pepper spray your ass! I won't hesitate to kick you in the spot where the sun doesn't shine too!"

"It von't vork because…"

"Wait a moment…" Cynthia narrowed her eyes. "You have an accent and I hear you speak in different voices." She shook her head in disbelief. "Did we really meet at the lights festival last night? Please tell me we didn't!"

"Unfortunately, yes," said Hothead.

"Ve most certainly did meet," Icy spoke the truth.

Cyndi wanted a magical lightning bolt to shoot out from the heavens and strike her dead. All she could do was sit there in her seat, constricted with fear once more. It hurt to even bring air into her lungs. Her face was almost white washed and hollow due to the shock of this second chance encounter.

Inviting himself, Blitzwing sat down in the chair next to her. Her eyes flitted over to his direction and he bore this bored expression on his face. He cocked his head to the side. Then he showed off a large smile.

"Jou don't look so good," Random observed.

"I think I'm gonna have diarrhea," Cyndi almost cried.

"Oh, zat's not good! I heard zat's a really nasty zhing for jou organics to experience!" He giggled. "But it vould be so funny to see jou ruin jour clozhing!"

"Look..." Cynthia was almost speechless. "Mr. Robot can you just leave me alone? I feel like I'm going to have an epic meltdown!"

"Hey, ze name is Blitzving!" Hothead said sternly. "Remember it!"

She took a moment to realize he was saying 'Blitzwing' and it only sounded like 'Blitzving' because of his accent. Cynthia nodded her head slowly and twirled a piece of hair around her thumb. Blitzwing… She had his name at last.

"Okay, sorry," she cringed. Cynthia looked at his body, clearly seeing he was a man and not a machine. She was greatly perplexed by this mystery. "How… How did you do this?"

"A holoform!" Random said in a surprised tone. "Sometimes, I like to valk around disguised as a Human but I'm really not one of zem! Jou organics are so easy to fool!"

"A holoform? A disguise? It looks so real…"

"Zat's because it's produced by technology beyond organic comprehension," Icy said stiffly. "A holoform is merely a projection, an illusion. Can jou understand zat much?"

"Um, yeah. What brings you here?" Cynthia shook her head and paused. "Let me rephrase that: if we aren't supposed to cross paths again, why are we talking?"

"Random's like zat," Hothead rumbled. "I vas minding my own business until he took over and decided to see jou."

"I've been spying on jou!" Random giggled. "I like to do zat! Vhen I saw jou vere here at zis mall, I decided to vatch jou!"

Cynthia felt her stomach turn to rot. Nervously, she laughed.

"I don't know whether to be frightened or flattered…" She cleared her throat. "So you're here to study my species? Am I right?"

"Yes," said Icy. "I must say jour species is a very busy one. Jour kind reminds me of a certain insect: ze ant."

"Thanks… I guess that's a good compliment."

"Jou know, I have somezhing zat belongs to jou, Cynzhia Rose Preston."

Cyndi nearly leapt out of her seat. Despite her fear, she leaned in closer to him.

"You have my driver's license," she said lowly. "When I dropped it, you took it out of my wallet."

"Correct." Blitzwing crossed his legs and tilted back in his chair slightly. "I must say I needed to know a little more about jou, Cynzhia."

"Why? Do you intend to hold me and my loved ones hostage or something?"

He laughed at her question.

"Vhy vould I hold jou hostage?" he wondered. "I have no desire or reason."

"I don't know," Cyndi said in an exasperated voice. "You could want me for any number of reasons."

"How about no." Hothead was getting a little incensed. "I have ozhers zhings to vorry about razher zhan trying to kidnap or hold jou for ransom."

"I just hope that's the truth… I'm somewhat relieved to hear that." She swallowed a lump in her throat. "I would like to have my driver's license back. On Earth, many people need one to function."

The Human holoform smiled grimly at her. Cynthia had this unexplainable urge to jump over her table and run off screaming into the throngs. The organs in her body felt like they were being spoilt as long as that evil looking grin remained on his face. She leaned back in her seat to maintain some distance between them. Instead, Blitzwing drew closer as she backed off.

"True…" Icy's voice sounded wickedly smooth. "I do have vhat jou need. I vill give it to jou if jou promise to me again jou vill not speak of our encounter. My fellow Decepticons and I have been orchestrating some covert operations in and around ze city."

"I don't have a choice either way," she sounded helpless and despondent.

"To a fool, jou have two choices, Ms. Preston. However, I am under ze impression jou're smarter zhan a fool. Hypozetically, jou could report me to ze Autobots and have zem set up an ambush for me ze next time I go out."

"But jou may forget I'm tougher zhan zhose five Autobots combined!" boasted Hothead. "I'm no pushover! I am a Decepticon!"

"And vhen I do escape from ze Autobots," said Random, "I vill have to pay jou a visit!"

Cynthia very easily got a mental image of him literally ripping apart the complex with his bare hands. She could just as easily picture him squishing her like an insect with a literal iron fist.

"I get it," Cyndi said somberly. "I'll keep my mouth shut. I won't report last night's incident or even today's encounter with you…" She slowly began to reach for her purse and shopping bags. "I'll be off and we'll both go on our merry ways."

"Sit," Hothead commanded. "Jou vant zat stupid piece of garbage, don't jou?"

"My license? Yes, please."

He stuck his hand into his polar fleece jacket's pocket. A second later, he pulled out Cyndi's driver's license, completely intact. Then he handed it to her. Instead, Cynthia sat gawking at her license, still in shock and apprehension over the reality she was talking with such an evil creature.

"Jou vant it?" Blitzwing tapped his finger impatiently on the table. "Come on, don't stall."

Hesitantly, Cynthia reached her hand out and grabbed it from his hold. The tips of her fingers grazed up against his hand: it was frigid and felt like she was touching a corpse. Cyndi visibly shuddered as she touched his hand and Blitzwing saw this.

"Zhere is no life in zhis holoform," said Icy. "Zhere is no sound zat Humans call a 'heart beat' in me and I feel cold to zem. I can generate enough energy to make zis form more solid upon will to fool ozhers. However, I cannot maintain zis disguise for long."

"That's… That's interesting," Cyndi said, sitting back down in her seat. "Is that alright if I ask you a question?"

"It depends upon vhat it is exactly but jou may."

"Why do you come amongst my kind? Do we intrigue you?"

"Vell, since I am on zis planet, I have decided to study ze most intelligent and dominant residents of zis planets in my spare time: Humans. I must say jour species is a curious and an industrious one. I compared Humans to ants and I mean it as a compliment." He smirked. "However, it can be quite demeaning too."

"I guess it can be safe to assume you don't hate my species entirely so that's some relief… I heard enough about what you and your other Decepticon friends think about my people."

Blitzwing folded his hands together.

"Is zat so?" Icy sounded amused. "Tell me vhat jou have heard, Cynzhia."

Cynthia bit her lip. Sighing, she shook her head and preferred not to look at him in the eyes for a few seconds.

"I feel very uncomfortable talking to you," she said, being blatantly honest. "You can see it evidently. I know what you are and I know what I see, a man, is a lie. We aren't supposed to be discussing anything."

"No, tell me vhat jou have heard about me and ze ozhers," Hothead urged. He was grinning and he seemed to be enjoying this too much. "I'm eager to know."

"You and your buddies are evil. You want to destroy Earth and the Autobots who are protecting us. You only see Humans as target practice."

"And who told jou zat?" Icy asked. "Ze Autobots?"

"Yes and the news. I've seen what you've done to some areas of Detroit: you've utterly destroyed it. You have a total disregard for life. Decepticons only care about themselves. Decepticons have no honor. Decepticons deceive… Decepticons are evil."

"I can be a very nice Decepticon vhen I vant to be!" said Random. "Jou're a scaredy cat!"

Cynthia's fear was being dissolved steadily as she was being exposed to him. In fear's place, her anger took over. An enemy of her species was socializing with her. More than anything else, she wanted to claw his eyes out if she could.

"No shit," she growled. "I am scared. But anymore, you're just making me very angry. I want to be left alone to my life. I will keep my promise because I want to live but I would heartily appreciate if you backed off too. Best of luck to you, Blitzwing." Cyndi grabbed her belongings. "Au revoir, scum."

"I have no honor, Cynzhia?" Icy's tone became even more serious than usual. "Jou better zhink twice, femme."

"Oh, please. I hope you rot in a junkyard forever."

"I have promised to release jou and jou have gone off free two times, Ms. Preston. I have no honor? I spared jour live vhen I had absolutely no obligation to. I zhink jou are acting so bold and hostile right now is because I'm not before jou in my true shape. Jou'd be as meek and veak as vhen ve first met ozhervise." His expression contorted to that of disgust. "No vonder vhy I don't communicate vith Humans: I'm vasting my time. Jou are ze first Human I've given mercy to and zhis is how I'm repaid: vith indignant mannerisms."

"'Indignant mannerisms'? You are a..!"

He slapped his hand across her mouth as their argument began to escalate in order to prevent her from saying a certain word. Cynthia thought about biting his hand but decided not to at the last minute. Blitzwing kept his hand over her mouth. The organic could only glare at him.

"Ve don't vant a crowd, do ve?" Random asked.

He removed his hand and ran a finger across her cheek. Cynthia smacked his hand away, disgusted by this slight gesture. Then she grinned in a warped way at him.

"Oh no," she almost whispered. "Heaven forbid that. I should call the Autobots on you and report this but I'm going to show you I'm not weak and going to have someone else take care of things for me."

"No, jou're just a coward," Hothead proclaimed. "Not only zat, I do know vhere jou live…"

Chills ran down Cyndi's spine at these truths. It felt as if she had been slapped brutally in the face continuously.

"Jou don't vant me to treat jou as an exception to jour kind?" said Icy. "So be it."

"For jour sake, jou better hope ve never meet again," Hothead warned. "Now, jou're just anozher insect to squash if jou get in my vay."

"Then what was I before?" Cynthia asked in a smarmy tone. "What makes me so different from other people, huh? I'm not tall! I don't look like Venus in mortal form! I'm not some world famous physicist! Why do you have to pester me?"

"I don't know," Random shrugged. "Zat's a mystery. Ve just happened to be in ze same places at ze same time."

"Yeah, that's my luck. Goodbye, Decepticreep."

Gathering up all her items and bags, Cyndi promptly rose out of her seat. She even abandoned her cup of hot chocolate that she was drinking earlier. Quickly, she walked away from the table, ignoring the small crowd of people that were silently watching she and Blitzwing argue.

When she walked about a hundred feet off, she hid behind a corner. Then she peeked around that bend to see what Blitzwing was doing. To her astonishment, Cynthia saw about two giddy twenty-something year old girls go over to his side as he still sat at the table.

"She's got ice in her veins to yell at such a handsome man like you," one said. "She doesn't know what she's thinking, hot stuff."

"Was she your girlfriend or something?" the other said. "If that's the case, I'll be more than happy to be your new girlfriend…" She laughed a throaty laugh. "Especially tonight."

The second girl inched closer to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder. Blitzwing spun around, knocking his chair down. Angrily, he slugged her in her nose. Blood gushed from her now broken nose and the girl collapsed to the ground like a bundle of rocks. She was unconscious as soon as she hit the ground.

"Don't touch me!" Hothead roared. "Get jour filzhy hands off me!"

"Besides," said Random, "I already have a feisty new femme-friend to deal vith! I'm flattered but no zhanks, I'm fine!"

Cynthia continued to watch the spectacle. Blitzwing walked away from the girls and went to the men's restroom that was by the table he and Cyndi were sitting at earlier. Holding onto her belongings, she ran away from the scene with the intentions to drive home and remain there for a week if she could.

'...a fiesty new femme-friend to deal vith!'... Cynthia could only imagine what that meant. With chills running down her spine, she picked up the pace, practically running back to her car.