Chapter 3: Loosing Grip.
I couldn't believe it. I had gotten lost. Damn stupid excursions, I beratted myself as the batteries to my discman went flat and I resisted the tremendous urge to fling the object in my hand at the wall of the cold cave.
Ever since I had turned fifteen, I had daydreams, or sleeping awake, as I liked to call them. Dreams would surface in my mind but they had to play out before I woke up. They would mostly be about passed lives, or just my dreams that I would like to do if I were to never have been born with this curse that will forever plaque me; never dying, never waking from this hellish nightmare that is my life; never being able to find peace and go to either heaven or hell. Maybe God just didn't like me. Perhaps I did something wrong in one of my passed lives that I couldn't remember about. Maybe I was a powerful god or something that was about to destroy the world but then God intervened and he sentenced me to a life of Phoenix, you know, bursting into flames and being born again from the flames. Except take out the bursting into flames at the end of my life and being born again.
At this point in time, I had calculated that I had wondered about five miles away from the last group away from the car-park, and they were pretty far out in the bush.
I was now resting in a cave, the heavy drizzle of rain only allowing the outline of the tree tops in the dim light. The cave wall was cool against my back as my top was slowly drying out. I had gotten caught in the rain, obviously.
A loud clap of thunder made me jump ten feet in the air, my heart racing a hundred miles per hour. "God that was close." I said as I clutched my chest as a flash of lighting caught me off guard and hit the ground over five hundred metres into the forest.
A white light caught my attention from the back of the cave. I couldn't see what it was, although I had my suspicions. Shaking my head from the thought, I turned my attention back to the storm, thinking the light to be a trick of the eyes. Winds which had turned gale force were ripping tree limbs off and tossing them into the wild sky, rain droplets now hammering into the ground with bully like force.
The pulsing of light grew stronger as the storm grew, it's pulsing white flashes seeming to draw my attention to it. By body seemed to have been taken over when I fully turned around and I found myself walking towards the light, my mind somewhat at ease.
I was sleeping awake again, the same dream I had on the bus only slightly different to what I remember it to be. This time I was watching it happen; I was watching myself slowly dying. It was like what I had read, something about 'an out-of-body experience', only in a dream.
It was weird, like I mean, freaky. There I was, banging away at the barrier that was like moving glass, and yet, here I was, watching like in an audience. I was floating above the scenario, finally getting the answer to why I couldn't get out of the sea. Or should I say frozen lake?
The Autobots and Decepticons were fighting their own battle a little way off on the shores of the lake, well, over on the far side. They were unable to see anything that was happening to my other self; my self that was in pain and slowly dying for what seemed to be the millionth time.
I screamed out to them, hoping to grab their attention, to try and help my dying self whether it was a dream or not, I could still feel the pain.
'I wouldn't waste my breath if I were you. Your other self needs it.' Came a sinister voice.
I whirled around to face that person, or being I should have put it. Even when I was floating a good hundred feet in the air, he was still taller than me.
It was Sideways. 'Hello little one. Wondering how I could get into your dreams? That's an easy answer. I just can. I am Unicron after all.' He said as his figure turned into the planet mode of Unicron. I had memorized nearly all the detail when I watched him transformed in the cartoon and I had admired it, but seeing it while I was sleeping awake was honest to God scary.
'What do you want with me?' I asked nervously as I floated a little higher and away.
He started laughing, its metallic ringing chilling my life's fluids into still being. 'What do I want with you? Only to collect all the mini-cons of coarse!' he roared in laughter as I felt myself slowly start to wake up.
'You will not remember anything that we have discussed now, only about the dream and your watery death. . .' he finished as his voice faded out and I woke up, standing infront of the pulsing white light.
It was a mini-con. Instead of a green-blue panel that lay before me, it was an opal and blue panel, the edges of the panel a misty crystal white.
Gently kneeling down, I touched it and the panel sprang to life; the storm at its height, tearing up the landscape that was outside of the cave. A stunning white light bursts forth and I shaded my eyes from the brightness, only opening my eyes when a beeping sound reached my ears.
Hello? the mini-con infront of my asked as I sat there, too stunned to speak. Is anyone home? It asked again as I stared at the robot about my size.
This mini-con was all black with silver demonic like wings that sprouted out from it's back, reminding me of Unicron. The mini-con had sky blue optics with a black face plate and silver face.
Finally regaining my voice, I uttered a simple sentence, breaking the tension that I hadn't noticed there before.
Outside the storm seemed to have stopped, almost suddenly, as if never even being there if it wasn't for the trail of destruction that was strewn all over the country-side.
"Wow." I uttered as the mini-con took a step forward, towards me. "Are you a mini-con?" I asked stupidly.
The mini-con nodded. Yes. Only I am a rare race of mini-cons. I am Demon, at your service. I am the leader of the Dark Light Mini-cons. And who might you be? Demon asked me as I studied me in a wind of whirls and beeps that I could easily understand.
"Um, I'm Krisztina. Or Kris, as I'd prefer to be called." I said as I walked towards Demon, afraid it was all a dream. "Am I really dreaming or am I talking with a mini-con?" I asked as a different voice responded, this one easy to understand as it was spoked in fluent English.
"No, your not dreaming. As a matter of fact, your wide awake."
Turning around I jump out of my skin to see Sideways in his alt mode, his 'rider' looking at me with pink optics.
"Sideways!" I yell out in shock as he grabs me and Demon and rides out of there, one arm around me and the other around Demon.
My mind was in shock. I was actually talking to a mini-con and then, NOW, I was being kidnapped by a Decepticon who would soon turn on the Decepticons and show his true colours. But I couldn't care less.
But I couldn't help it. Once my had caught up with what was happening, I screamed and thrashed around in my attackers arms. "Let go of me you damn scum bag! You back-stabber!" I yelled out as Sideways' rider bent low and whispered something in my ear.
"Forget about what I will do to the Decepticons, only put your trust in me and confide in me." He said in an almost chant.
I suddenly felt my eyes grow heavy, and my mid wander of all the things that I had learned, watching the re-runs of Armada about what Sideways does to the Decepticons until my mind settled on one thing; something wasn't right about . . . Who was it? I couldn't remember.
Hearing Sideways snigger as he rode through the bush, my lingered on one final thought before passing out. Sideways was the enemy, and with that I fell into a heavy slumber.
No death dreams haunted my dreams, nor did I sleep away, but I dreamed of what it would feel like to go to heaven, one and for all.