Amity-Star: sorry for the short chapter folks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Armada, but I do own Kris, the plot and my fellow authoress owns Skye.
~^*^~ Chapter 7: Red Riding Hood. ~^*^~
The cold winter air of Ireland was crisp against my flesh as I stepped out from the bowls of Megatron's tank mode. I breathed out and the small crystallization of my oxygen appeared before me as I looked around the white winter paradise.
The tall stark trees towered above me, just reaching the Transformers height, if not just a foot or so taller than the metallic giants. Glistening on every branch; on every limb was perfect white snow, sparkling in the brief moment the sun decided to show itself.
"TRANSFORM!" I heard the Decepticon leader yelled out as I heard the twisting of metal and whir of joints moving to make way for a more comfortable being. "Ah, my little human, would you please look for the Mini- con; I have no doubt that Autobots have their own little pet to do their bidding." Megatron sneered as I walked into the cover of the dead forest, my feet crunching the on the white snow.
I felt like I was in a movie. Before I had knew it, I was a far way away from Decepticons and I was travelling on my own. I felt like I was Little Red Riding Hood, only grown up and not wearing a stupid little cape. In the cape's place though was a red dress straight out of a fairy tale book. On my feet I wore red sneaker like shoes, only they weren't sneakers. Shrugging I trudged through the snow, passing the dark, snow capped trees as I passed.
I suddenly heard laser fire and I knew then that the Autobots had arrived, not knowing of who their little 'pet' was.
***
Skye dodged the laser fire as she gripped onto High Wire's neck. [Can you please not practise your death grip on my neck when we're trying to get out from the heat of the battle?] High Wire commented with heavy sarcasms and dodged another blast that came from Cyclonus.
Skye tried to grin but then squealed when an avalanche of snow fell over them and the two veered off to the left, crashing into a snow embankment and spitting out snow. Well, Skye was the one that was spitting out the snow, High Wire just shook his head and checked his internal systems.
***
I had burst through a little road of old, ancient oak trees, only a single leaf was on the tree, and I stood there captivated by its struggle between life and death.
It's like me, I though to myself and turned to walk away, my mind set on finishing my mission. A sudden breeze made me turn around for some reason and I watched in horror - why the hell am I saying these things? It's only a leaf- as it floated to the ground at my feet, its struggle for survival over.
In many ways I was like that leaf. I kept hanging on, waiting for my eternal rest; to stop this charade that I always lived and played; making out that life was the best and that there were no worries; that there were no hells that kept me tied down. But it was all a big fat lie. One juicy story the tabloids would have fun publishing. 'Teenage girl tells about having over a hundred past lives' it would read, and as soon as it would be published, bam! I'm wheeled into a white padded cell where I would spend the rest of eternity; dying and then being reborn into what? Some girl who has no future or say in what she wants to do or say? I craved for that word that would bring my troubled soul to peace, just one of the two words would even suffice, just as long as it would mean that this torture would end.
Something snapped behind me and I turned to see Demon looking at me in a weird manner. "Demon? What's wrong?" I asked cautiously as I turned back around and came out onto what would look like a beach. A sandy-pebbled beach with the shores of an ancient lake just five feet infront of me. He didn't answer. Turning around, I screamed when I saw the complete malice in his optics as he rushed at me and pushed me out onto the ice that covered the lake. All I did was slide around, turning a couple of three sixties until I came to a stop. Looking up I saw Demon advance towards me, the look of something evil and . . . Different burning in his eyes as he picked me up. I'm not usually an emotional person but then I didn't know what was left and what was right. I shook. I shook from fear. . . And regret. It's not my time yet. I still have to help the Decepticons whip the Autobots butts. I still had other things to do! But I knew I could do nothing about it. In previous lives I had tried to run from my destiny, but that only made things worse.
Something clicked and I stopped shaking, the tears that flowed form my eyes ceased and I glared at the mini-con that I had woken. "It was you!" I said as he smirked.
[About time too.] he scoffed as I struggled out of his grip, finally managing to do so when I smashed his right optic with my foot. [Argh!] he screamed at me as he dropped me and I scampered away from him.
Everything made somewhat perfect sense.
~^*^~
Amity-Star: Ha!!! Cliffy!!!
*Blessed Be!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Armada, but I do own Kris, the plot and my fellow authoress owns Skye.
~^*^~ Chapter 7: Red Riding Hood. ~^*^~
The cold winter air of Ireland was crisp against my flesh as I stepped out from the bowls of Megatron's tank mode. I breathed out and the small crystallization of my oxygen appeared before me as I looked around the white winter paradise.
The tall stark trees towered above me, just reaching the Transformers height, if not just a foot or so taller than the metallic giants. Glistening on every branch; on every limb was perfect white snow, sparkling in the brief moment the sun decided to show itself.
"TRANSFORM!" I heard the Decepticon leader yelled out as I heard the twisting of metal and whir of joints moving to make way for a more comfortable being. "Ah, my little human, would you please look for the Mini- con; I have no doubt that Autobots have their own little pet to do their bidding." Megatron sneered as I walked into the cover of the dead forest, my feet crunching the on the white snow.
I felt like I was in a movie. Before I had knew it, I was a far way away from Decepticons and I was travelling on my own. I felt like I was Little Red Riding Hood, only grown up and not wearing a stupid little cape. In the cape's place though was a red dress straight out of a fairy tale book. On my feet I wore red sneaker like shoes, only they weren't sneakers. Shrugging I trudged through the snow, passing the dark, snow capped trees as I passed.
I suddenly heard laser fire and I knew then that the Autobots had arrived, not knowing of who their little 'pet' was.
***
Skye dodged the laser fire as she gripped onto High Wire's neck. [Can you please not practise your death grip on my neck when we're trying to get out from the heat of the battle?] High Wire commented with heavy sarcasms and dodged another blast that came from Cyclonus.
Skye tried to grin but then squealed when an avalanche of snow fell over them and the two veered off to the left, crashing into a snow embankment and spitting out snow. Well, Skye was the one that was spitting out the snow, High Wire just shook his head and checked his internal systems.
***
I had burst through a little road of old, ancient oak trees, only a single leaf was on the tree, and I stood there captivated by its struggle between life and death.
It's like me, I though to myself and turned to walk away, my mind set on finishing my mission. A sudden breeze made me turn around for some reason and I watched in horror - why the hell am I saying these things? It's only a leaf- as it floated to the ground at my feet, its struggle for survival over.
In many ways I was like that leaf. I kept hanging on, waiting for my eternal rest; to stop this charade that I always lived and played; making out that life was the best and that there were no worries; that there were no hells that kept me tied down. But it was all a big fat lie. One juicy story the tabloids would have fun publishing. 'Teenage girl tells about having over a hundred past lives' it would read, and as soon as it would be published, bam! I'm wheeled into a white padded cell where I would spend the rest of eternity; dying and then being reborn into what? Some girl who has no future or say in what she wants to do or say? I craved for that word that would bring my troubled soul to peace, just one of the two words would even suffice, just as long as it would mean that this torture would end.
Something snapped behind me and I turned to see Demon looking at me in a weird manner. "Demon? What's wrong?" I asked cautiously as I turned back around and came out onto what would look like a beach. A sandy-pebbled beach with the shores of an ancient lake just five feet infront of me. He didn't answer. Turning around, I screamed when I saw the complete malice in his optics as he rushed at me and pushed me out onto the ice that covered the lake. All I did was slide around, turning a couple of three sixties until I came to a stop. Looking up I saw Demon advance towards me, the look of something evil and . . . Different burning in his eyes as he picked me up. I'm not usually an emotional person but then I didn't know what was left and what was right. I shook. I shook from fear. . . And regret. It's not my time yet. I still have to help the Decepticons whip the Autobots butts. I still had other things to do! But I knew I could do nothing about it. In previous lives I had tried to run from my destiny, but that only made things worse.
Something clicked and I stopped shaking, the tears that flowed form my eyes ceased and I glared at the mini-con that I had woken. "It was you!" I said as he smirked.
[About time too.] he scoffed as I struggled out of his grip, finally managing to do so when I smashed his right optic with my foot. [Argh!] he screamed at me as he dropped me and I scampered away from him.
Everything made somewhat perfect sense.
~^*^~
Amity-Star: Ha!!! Cliffy!!!
*Blessed Be!!!