Chapter 5: Imaginary
Skye goggled at Optimus and Blurr and Hot Shot. "Omingodomigodomigod! It's you! It's really you!" she screamed, Hot Shot the only one grinning.
"It's nice to know that you now of us." Optimus said as placed the human female on his shoulder and smiled under his face plate. "Is your name Skye?" he asked as Skye stopped bouncing around on his shoulder and nearly fell off; well if it weren't for Hot Shot grabbing her at the last second.
Blinking repeatedly, she looked at him and slowly nodded her head. "Yeah, that's my name. Why? What's it to you?" she asked as Hot Shot set her down on a fallen log, damp from the drizzle that was still thick in the air.
"Finally! We thought we'd never find ya! You're the other Wanderer we've been looking for!" Hot Shot said excitedly as Skye brushed herself off and pulled the scrunchie in hair out and combed her hair through it.
"Tell us, is your friend by any chance a girl by the name of Krisztina?" Optimus asked as he lowered himself on one knee and looked at the girl that now sat on the damp log.
"Who, Kris? Yeah. She's gone missing! Have you seen her! Please tell me where she is!" Skye said as she stopped combing her hair and looked towards the Autobots with a look fear for her friend.
"The Decepticons have got her. There was nothing more that we could do." Blurr said as he hung his head.
Tears leaked from the corners of Skye's blue-grey eyes, her face turning pale. "She's dead then? Isn't she?" Skye asked slowly as she released a few more tears and looked up at Optimus.
"No! No, she's not dead. No doubt Megatron wants her for her ability." Optimus said as he clenched his metallic fists tight, the metal joints cracking the same as humans joints would.
"What ability? What the hell it this Wanderer stuff?" Skye said wiping the tears away with the back of her sleeve. She was starting to get interested in this whole Wanderer crap.
Optimus looked at his comrades and was shocked. "You mean, you don't remember ever living before the life you are living now? You don't have any recollection of having any siblings or children from previous lives?" Blurr said as he took a step forward.
Skye smiled sheepishly. "Um, whatever you just said, I have no clue to what you said, but would it help if I told you I was dropped on my head when I was a baby?"
I looked around the large room and sighed. How the hell was I going to explain to parents that I was moving out. . . Wait, I am such a stupid idiot. I didn't have to tell then. I was plucked out of no where by giant alien robots that wanted to destroy a similar race of robots for domination of a planet that was millions of light-years away from out galaxy. The only thing I could come up with was 'I hate you mum. I'm running away and joining the circus. PS, I'll be preforming at seven thirty on Friday the twenty first'. Yeah, right, as if she'll ever believe that.
I was never one for a circus, not after what happened when I joined the circus back in the early nineteen hundreds. . .
PAST LIFE
July, 1910. Moscow.
The Big Top. Trapeze.
I was fifteen and a half and a famous acrobat going by the name Diamond Star. It was packed that night and I was on in five minutes.
Putting on the final touches to my makeup, I walked out of my dressing room and heard the rain pelting the old tent. I hated these nights. They always reminded me of the this story I'd once heard. I felt a hand touch my bare shoulder and I turn slowly, expecting to see my American fiancée, Bernard.
"Hello my little Diamond Star." He said, cupping my chin and kissing my forehead lightly.
He was twenty, getting married to a runaway fifteen-year-old. It was fine with me. I knew my time on earth was drawing near, but when, I was not certain. "Hello mon cherry. Looking forward to my performance?" I asked as his handsome face shadowed.
"I don't like you not using the net. Every time I see you without that net below you, it just scares me to death-" he says as he holds me close but then the manager walks by and grabs me, pulling me out of Bernard's embrace.
"Now, now Bernard. Don't need to get our star act petrified when she has done this act for her whole life." He sneered. I never really like him, with his oily black hair and protruding beer gut that were wrapped in the finest silk from Asia. His eyes were always filled with malice, those beady black eyes looking inside your soul and emptying all of its secrets.
I waved goodbye to Bernard, his emerald green eyes shining with worry and insecurity. His flaming red hair was slicked back on his head, making him more rugged and handsome in his black pin-stripe suit.
Smiling to him one final time, I looked ahead as I stopped infront of the red curtains that would lead me to my ladder, eventually leading me to my platform where I would start my act.
I take a deep breath and step forward, through the cover of the red curtains and head towards the sparkling silver ladder.
"And now Lords and Lady's. Folk from all over the world, I would like to present to you all Diamond Star!" came the Ring Masters voice as it echoed around me and a roaring wave of applause hit me as I started my climb.
I now stood on the platform. Above, about twenty feet up is the roof to the Big Top, the roar of the thunder almost deafening.
I feel the genteel sway of the pole that supported my platform and I shut my eyes. I had made a promise to myself and Bernard only hours before that this would be my final act. And final it would be.
Bending down, I plunged my hand into the container of chalk and make my hands white with the substance. Standing up again, I dusted the excess chalk off my hands and grabbed the golden trapeze that was made especially for my routine.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded to Gus and I pulled back on the trapeze, both hands gripping tightly, almost melding with golden metal.
I was flying through the air. Forgetting all my past lives for the moment. Swinging my legs that dangled below me, I picked up momentum and swung my legs over the bar, letting my body to dangle in the air.
Looking up to see Clover fly towards me, I readied myself and caught her. Doing this for a few minutes, it was finally my turn for my solo act.
The lights were turned from the blazing gold's down to perpetual blues, the ones where everyone has to shut and watch every detail.
I watched with ice cold dread as the people took away the net; the only comfort and safety that I held so dear whenever I am practising.
"And now ladies and gentlemen, Diamond Star will perform a truly spectacular feat. She will trapeze without the use of a net!" the Ring Master said from underneath me. I gripped the metal bar and thrust off the platform, the chalk on my hands suddenly becoming runny and slippery in my hands.
Above me the ceiling to the Big Top was hit with something strong and pain pelted inside, making everything slippery and wet.
My right hand slipped and my left went quickly after that.
I was falling to my doom, leaving the world yet again for another body that would be born soon after I would be parted from my corpse.
Three flashes of metal caught my eyes and I looked towards the crowds. At the very top were metal human beings; me not knowing at the time that they were actually mini-cons.
Gasping from shock, I braced myself for the hard ground that was coming up to claim my life fairly quickly.
END PAST LIFE MEMORY
I was jolted out of my revere by Megatron's cackle. Looking around wildly, I looked up and realised that I was now sitting in the palm of his metallic hand.
"Good morning my little human friend. How was your past life memory? Surprising?" he asked as I nodded.
"Yes. It was when I used to live in the Moscow Circus, back in the early nineteen hundreds. I had an accident one night and I slipped while I was performing without a net and I fell, breaking my neck. Instant death for us humans." I said as I saw video feed from the rainforest that I had been 'kidnapped' from.
Megatron looked at me one final time before placing me down next to Demon on the large metal table. Walking over to one of the computer monitors, he typed in a few commands and a large newspaper clipping from 1910 appeared on the screen.
The writing was in Russian, but I could understand it. "'Kallie Van Demon or Diamond Star of the Moscow Circus dies after falling eighty feet from trapeze. Officials say that the storm blew a hole into the roof of the Big Top, effectively making the young fifteen year old performer to slip and plunge to her death. They say she died on impact from a broken neck.' Hmm, so no one else saw the three metallic beings?" I say aloud as Megatron walked back.
He looked at me oddly, Leader-1 beeping to him. What does she mean 'three metallic beings'? he asked as he walked over to me.
"Yes, what do you mean by that Kris?" Sideways asked as he emerged from the shadows.
I jumped a good ten feet, earning a snicker from both cons that stood way taller than me. "Well, when I was falling, I saw three mini-cons. But they weren't like you guys. They were the Dark Light Mini-cons." I say as I sit down Indian style.
"Mini-cons? Back then, when your human race hadn't even invented the calculator yet? It can't be possible." Megatron said as he sat down in a chair and looked at me.
"Well. . . I don't know! I was falling to my perpetual doom for god's sake!" I said as I threw my hands up.
Sideways looked at me oddly and then turned to walked outside when a siren started blaring out throughout the whole base.
"Ah, it looks like the rest of the mini-cons are deciding to wake up from their beauty sleep." Megatron sneered as he picked me up carefully and walked towards what I guessed was the Warp Room.
Somewhere over the arid deserts of America, a lone figure smirks and transforms into a stealth fighter jet. Blasting off with a loud sonic boom, the pure black jet blasts off into outer space, intent on getting this new information to her leader, someone who the two Wanderers would learn to fear and, in time, subdue their power to.