Chapter 54
I can't see.
Demona struggled, finding the smallest measure of strength in herself. She struggled to fight the rage.
It's okay, she tried to reason, I can feel Jolt now...he's alive...so are my sparklings...
The wrath shoved back just as hard, wrapping around her and squeezing like a great fist of fire and smoke. Constricting, crushing...
I'm dying.
Demona could feel her adopted mech creator reaching through, trying to regain the hold he had on her, but he was so far away...Jolt was awake now. She could feel it deep in her broken spark, in the parts that were still alive. He, too, was trying to reach her.
'You're all going to die,' the fire whispered back, 'kill them all.' It squeezed harder, until whatever was left of Demona's will power broke. She retreated deep into herself until the rage eased up, no longer threatened, and spent the last of her energy wrapping her self tightly around what was left of her hope like a shield. The wrath returned not long after to try to peel her back from what she was protecting, but this time she would not give.
It was all she had left, and she wouldn't abandon it. Demona knew that she was the only thing keeping her young sparkling alive. The anger that had consumed her whole had yet to touch it and corrupt it. And she was slagging determined to keep it that way.
The rage burned and screamed all around her.
Help me...
Paradox weaved through traffic, getting plenty of threats and complaints as she went from the surrounding humans.
She blocked them all out, focused completely on finding Demona. She knew in her spark that the femme they all knew was barely holding on. Paradox knew what it was like, to have rage pour through your body like hot energon, touching and controlling everything. Of course, Paradox had embraced it, because it was all she had left inside of her.
Demona doesn't have the spark. She's never known such hatred before...the force of it must have been what shattered her spark. She increased her speed, breezing past an eighteen wheeler. She pushed on, following her spark.
She would find Demona. She knew she would.
I won't rest, she swore to herself, until she has returned to us.
Sorry for a super short update. My excuses are 1) I've been editing the rough draft of my book all day and night. 2) If I pushed this to be any longer I'd ruin it somehow.
Anyway, much love to you guys!
Demona and her family and the story belongs to me. Transformers does not.
