By nightfall, they were talking about who will weaken Ratchet while the big guy will finish him I say 'they', it's the men similar to Sector 7 but more willing to take risks or kill people to get what they want. A Transfan could only guess Lockdown is the big guy. Perhaps it's only logical that the big bad guy is the tall dark Cybertronian whose head can become a gun. I came to realize there are more risks hanging around Autobots than driver, who I later learned is James Savoy, put on unusual gloves that shifted similar to robotic armor getting unsettled similar to fine sand.
Lesson of the day: Hanging around Autobots could possibly get you killed.
Lesson two of the day:Better yet be used as bait to draw the Autobots out.
By nightfall these agents decided it was time to have the bait out.
I'm at a lone, rounded table outside a restaurant dabbling in my own misery.
"You staying here kid?" The Store Keeper asks, as he approaches me.
"I advise you not to touch me." I advise him.
I turn around giving him a questionable look.
"Well someone's in a bad mood."
"Since when I am having a mood swing?"
"I would link articles and research papers on how the sound of your voice portrays you, but . . . "
"This isn't the internet."
The store keeper sat across from me.
"Tell me what's your problem." The Store Keeper said. "I've heard ladies complain about the lads a lot after cheating on them."
"What?" I said. "I thought that was the other way around."
"Sometimes it isn't the young lads who do it first, it's the ladies." The Store Keeper said. "Who did you break up with?"
I look towards the left seeing the black van with sirens on it parked at the corner from a good distance.
"Nobody." I turn my direction towards him.
The man rolled his left eye, while his right eye seemed like it was glass. It simply did not move.
"You act like it." The Store owner said. "My name isn't Billy Bob because I'm a bugger."
I laugh at him, eventually hitting the table with a fist as my face is getting red.
"Now, how long ago did you break up?" Billy Bob asks.
I wipe off my tears of joy and clear my throat.
"Four years ago." I decided to kind of tell him. So in a way I'm using Megatron as a fake excuse for why I am sad. "I had to leave. It wasn't my decision."
"Was it his decision?" Billy Bob asks.
"No." I Bob isn't really paying attention. "It was . . " I sigh. "It was time for me to go, anyway. When I left, I forgot him, and just had these feelings coming up again"
I recall hearing voices when working on my Shattered Glass Animated books; one of them sounded like Megatron echoing a phrase that was jumbled and Phrase did not make sense saying it aloud.I felt like a different person for some strange reason after watching Dark of The Moon. One, I didn't fear driving. Second of all,I didn't fear getting into the middle of a fight to break it off. No longer did I cheer (sadly, I did that once) during a fight; I stopped it. Third, I had these 'dreams'.
One word I remember clear as day is 'Auto' when trying to bury that nickname and continue calling my persona by her first name. It was creepy hearing that from my mind. A couple of times I had these nightmares about gigantic, huge towering Decepticons bickering and then they eventually got into a fight that made the ground metal, parts of wheels, and other junk usually bounced away followed by a explosion once hitting the ground, I had a dream of a Decepticon who resembled Starscream and Shockwave. Sad thing about that is that my memory isn't all the way back.
"Why did all the feelings return?" Billy Bob asks.
"Because I came back." I said, with an attitude.
"About these 'feelings'," Billy Bob continues. "You probably miss the boy."
I smile at his innocent, cute observation.
"It's not a boy." I said, feeling tears coming down. I've accepted being this emotional kind of person long ago. This is me; this is who I am, as a human-like being.
Billy Bob scratches his chin.
"It's only logical that you are attracted to girls." Billy Bob suggests, rubbing his chin.
I am laughing even harder at him.
"Or I am wrong, and it is a boy." Billy Bob said."So who's decision was it to leave?"
I bit my lip, wiping off my tears. And then my hiccups started.
"It was-hiccup-meant to happen." I jump a little. So much for being a really short girl who's 4'11;still!
"Meant?" Billy Bob repeats, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Yes." I comb through my hair.I put one side of my bangs around the side of my ears. "I don't know what else is meant to happen."
Billy Bob puts both hands on the table and puts them together like he was about to wrestle with his thumbs.
"I used to be part of a Church, years ago, never knew who would walk into the other side of that elevator . . I've forgotten what's it called."
My hiccups stopped,yay.
"The confession, I think."
He raises an eyebrow at me.
"How long has it been since you've confessed?" Billy Bob, the Store owner, asks.
I look the other way, rubbing my hands together.
"I never have confessed." I tell him. "I only know because of shows like Criminal Minds and Psych."
"How about you tell me your sins and get it off your back." Billy Bob said. "That will be best for your soul."
I tap my fingers together while on the table and a inch away from my face.
"You want to release troubled news upon yourself?" I ask him, a little wary and concerned about this man.
"I've heard worse." His big, almost flat eyebrows with soft edged angles rose up at once.
I lean back in the chair while tapping one hand on the table.
"I . . . killed a government employed man for taking my child, I caused the death of a human being by accident,that boy you are poking into is a gigantic robot who you fear and do not ever want to com back," I saw his eyes turn white."I caused the deaths of Decepticons,and. . ." I admit to him while feeling this heavy bundle coming off. "I will cause the death of an Autobot."
It feels good to get this stuff off my chest.
"Autobot?" Billy Bob repeats, surprised.
I nod.
"What do you mean about 'causing the death of an Autobot?" Billy bob asks. "We're getting rid of the Decepticons."
"No." I growl. "You are getting rid of the damn good guys!"
"Good, we are getting somewhere." Billy Bob comments, actually happy about what he's getting from me. "Have you lost your faith in god?"
"Say. that. again." I could feel anger rising up from my heart.
"Have you lost faith in god?" Billy Bob repeats himself.
My blood boiled (If I even did have blood). My head turned red. I stood up.
"I lost my faith in humanity WHEN THEY TOOK MY CHILD!" I yell at him. "AND FOR PETE'S SAKE; I MAY BE A CHRISTIAN, BUT, NOT A DOES GOD COME INTO THIS? NADA!" I kick over a trash can. All of the crap I've been through has been building up, now, I've let it go. "I've been through hell. I've done more than you can really imagine as a damn 18 year old girl. I never, at once, thought about religion. Where does this damn thing come in? NO WHERE."
I get a chair not too far from my seat and break it into pieces.
"Never ASK me that again,because I haven't lost that." I point to myself. "I've lost my child!"
I went back to my chair feeling the hair on my back had Bob pushes back his chair as though he had seen something. Not from my eyes, not just what I had done, perhaps it was my strength or my anger.
"You ar-a-ar-ar-are one of them!" Billy Bob gets up from the chair.
"One of what?" I ask,a bit startled by how he said 'them'.
"You ar-a-a-ar-e a Decepticon."
I use a tray and hit my head with it-but it went through and ended up right behind me.
"Sorry." I said, as Billy Bob took a few steps back.
"Whw-w-what are you?" Billy Bob asks.
I had all attention on the frightened store owner. An average person like Billy Bob could have the same 't really blame him going through him what I am is close to impossible. Why is it that way? Because, I don't know what Transformium is. The Bayverse has twisted up logic so badly it's pretty frightened store owner takes another step away. It's time to stop thinking and just say it.
Since there is 'ium' at the end of 'Transform', it's a good guess it's some kind of material.
"Transformium." I said.
And then he left.
"I . . .shame myself being a Transfan. " I tap on the table. "Why couldn't I have an electrical whip or magical popcorn when I need it?"
I look up towards the star lit sky occupied by a moon in the seems magical when you think about it, a little bit mysterious and fascinating when talking about outer to Mars made the idea of going to different planets and meeting aliens perhaps more intriguing, as did many other movies impact me that memorable sky made memories from an old movie called 'Dragonheart' resurface:specifically the scene where Draco died and joined his fellow Dragon ancestors. That is a definite tear-jerker by all accounts.
A tear went down.
"Oh yeah."I wipe off the tear, while shifting my gaze down to the table. "I'm an isn't always silly."
I'm talking to myself, even with the storekeeper not around.
Gone were the days I did not fear danger.
I sigh at this sad predicament.
Then a really not-washed-or-clean car parked near the closed restaurant. Please don't be an idiot, I mentally prayed to myself while recognizing the man in the driver seat, please don't transform into your robot mode. Fortunately Ratchet came in his holographic mode-but slag, he looks so real as a human. No really. I did not see a sizzle coming from him. I may be old fashioned with holograms. It was incredible to see him sit down on a chair and miraculously not fade.
Ratchet looks so real (as a human) that's like another step in holograms.I don't know that much about artificial hologram interfaces whatever they are called, and rather not learn about them one hundred percent. Because in the long run it would end up with me puzzled. I wouldn't be able to really comprehend it without getting insane. That's followed by me forgetting these holograms are coming from huge, tall robotic aliens.
"Bell, why are you still here?" Ratchet asks.
". . . I told you not to open the door." I say in a low voice.
I could see his face.
". . . Correct me if I'm wrong; but you blew a gasket over a simple question." Ratchet said.
I sent him a threatening glare.
"I didn't mention that we had a child." I told him. "As in Megs and I."
Ratchet did not believe it.
"Bell, why did you keep this from me?" Ratchet asks me.
"Some stuff is better not known." I briefly look down to my hands, looking at a birthmark on my right hand, "Besides, I don't know if my kid's alive."
"What did you leave out?" Ratchet asks.
I clear my throat.
"Ratch, please drive your self somewhere um. . . . dark; KSI." I added. "I left out Megatron's cowardly side, I left out The Fallen making me a robot shell, adventures with Megs, me and Megs getting drunk,Telling Megs that I love him,the humans taking my child, the humans doing a ganger thing with me, and . . . you know the rest."
"Cowardly?" Ratchet said, really surprised.
Oh yeah, I didn't tell him about Megatron being a coward.
"Megatron was a bit of a coward when it came to saving me." I how Megatron used Starscreams heel as a blaster amused me. Oh, the day where Megatron AND Starscream in one room alone still mystifies me. "I could have died on the Quintessions homeplanet."
I was just one second away from death if I hadn't threatened Megatron.
I saw Ratchet's vehicle go into a parking building (I can't remember what people these days call them).
"Quintession?"
"You have no idea what I'm talking about."
"I do not. But please do go on about Megatron being a coward to save you."
"I threatened him."
"How?"
"I called him a glitchead and said I would spoil the Autobots as a ghost what the Decepticons will do in the next two movies."
Funny to think a simple threat worked on him.
". . . Do not understand how you two got into a relationship." Ratchet said. "Your body signs tell me you are scared," I fought back my tears. "And hate to do this. Without my life scanner. . . You need to know what mess this is."
Ratchet's hologram taps on my right hand.
A surge of memories that were dramatically different from the movies poured in; I wasn't in it nor was Lexi-LEXI LAKEMAN, oh my primus how could I have forgotten about her? Mostly it was Sam and Mikaela,not that girl who appeared in the Dark of The Moon showed me other Autobots being hunted down; Ratchet had escaped in some of them.I saw the cemetery. I saw a grave unearthed. I saw a wrecked up hanger, including Bumblebee cooling down a cybertronian about the size of a human. About the size of a man.
"He. . . " I couldn't believe it.
I saw more; The Autobots found a way to engineer this cybertronian into a pretender: to be Sam WitWicky. More memories came in; Bumblebee didn't want to leave Sam. I could see the pain of seeing some-one die twice on their watch in his optics.A Transfan like me can conclude Bumblebee cared about Sam as his protector.
The pain of separation and guilt hadn't left:
"Look Bee,I'll be okay." Sam told the yellow Autobot. "But you have to go."
"I'll miss you . . .." Bumblebee used a lyric from an Avril Lavigne song as tears from his optics were coming out.
"You'll be okay." Sam said, patting on the Autobot's leg. "It wasn't your on yourself right now, things don't look so good."
Bumblebee transforms into his car mode and goes off towards my direction-well technically Ratchet's direction.
I gasp clearing my throat.
"Ratch, go." I saw them driving up expecting to see a man talking to me but no baby, they are gonna see a man disappear before their eyes.
Ratchet disappeared. And then the KSI agents got me into the dark van while other vehicle went after the ambulance. Ratchet took on his previous scan-however he did intentionally go through paint, construction sites. and as you all know the Dock scene was meant to happen. The explosives went wild.I covered my eyes just so the images of humans attacking Ratchet (because he's an Autobot) wouldn't remain in my head.
"Uncover your eyes," James said. "And see the fate of your source."
"I'm a damn person!" I yell at James. "Stop refering to me as a material. Damn it."
Eventually the van had to stop.I heard crash and Ratchet's pleas to the men trying to understand why they were hunting his faction out one by one. This is how I learned Prime had sent a distress signal-Didn't see it in Rachet's memories-to all the Autobots to cease contact with humans. Ratchet did not have a left leg because those greedy men had it shot off. James got out the van then went where Ratchet is surrounded, and oh boy, Lockdown was already there.
"Let me talk to him before you take his spark." James told Lockdown.
"Fine." The dark, creepy ass bounty hunter took a step back.
James walks around Ratchet's nearly totalled body.
"You know what makes a highly effective civilian robot?" James asks.
"Enligten me." Ratchet said.
"You." James points to him. "What you are made of; Transformium. Melting down Autobots like you will make our planet more safer and prepared from your destructive race. My friend, the asset, takes your spark. We'll be melting you down like your friend leadfoot."
Through the dark, shady window I could see a furious Ratchet.
"After all we've done for you?" Ratchet snaps, but then he coughs. "Is this what we get? Saving your planet from likes of the Decepticons; not once, but three times!"
"The Creators will be spared of these memories Ratchet has." Lockdown comments.
Creators? What creators?
"Go ahead and give him the news flash." Jame said in a smug manner.
"What news?" I could hear Ratchet's mad, angered and betrayed voice. "That you are hunting us down like Decepticons, that's old."
"You were built, Ratchet." Lockdown said.
"But the Allspark-" Ratchet starts to say.
"You never knew where it came from, right?" Lockdown said. "Well old rival, we come from worlds that are different but alike. My planet was fortunate to use wealth wisely. The Creators did not like the cosmos balance being disturbed. The mix with Cybertronians and Humans have disgusted them. You were created to find energon and observe, not to interfere!"
Why is that reminding me of what The Doctor does for the past 51 years? You know: interfere.
This also reminds me somewhat of the Prime Directive from Star Trek.
"I understand why the Fallen disobeyed those orders." Ratchet said. Oh snap Ratchet made a comment that's like a lightbulb went off! "We are not slaves."
"You act like you have a choice." Lockdown said.
"We do." Ratchet argues back. "And so did you."
"Anyway." James interrupts them. "We've been hunting down that yellow and black scout; almost got him if it wasn't for a Russian friend of Simmons."
Ratchet's optics were then changed to his direction.
"I know nothing of that." Ratchet said.
"Your human friends are in hiding," James goes on to say. He looks at Ratchet like a kid who wants to know who to aim for. "Know any around here, other than that Transformium?"
"I refuse to do what it is not honorable." Ratchet said. "You will regret doing this act of mutilation for your greed." Wow, he's really smart right now. Because, wait-what are they are gonna to me? "And your entire race will be humiliated when they learn what you've done."
"We'll spare you, if you answer one question." James went on. "Where is Optimus Prime."
Ratchet looks at my direction as though he knew that I was inside, then he looks back to the duo.
"We used to be friends," Ratchet said. "And comrades in battle. I used to see a reason to tell you what we knew. Now, I do not see a reason to tell you."
They've broke the ultimate wall of trust.
"No!" I hit the window as Lockdown put a canon like machine into Ratchet's chest and yanked out a spark chamber. "NO!"
Just to think my humanity was starting to come back.
I turn left and then there is surprising blast from a gun-like-machine that was followed by darkness.