Chapter 8: Tourniquet

Everything made perfect sense now.

All my passed lived were not a coincidence. They were murder. "You killed me all along! You hunted me down and when you found me you waited for the perfect opportunity and you killed me! You made it always look like an accident or suicide!" I screamed at him as he laughed heartily.

Yes. My master told myself, Lyra Omega and Axle to continue killing everyone of you until it was time to initiate the plan. Demon said as a manic glint appeared in his optics. The glint of a killer about to kill his victim.

He lunged at me but I managed to scamper out of his clutches. Skidding, I miss another one of his swings and run towards the far shore of the lake, too stupid to realise the further I go into the heart of the lake, the weaker the ice was.

I had to get away from the blood-thirsty con; I had to get back to the battle field; find Megatron. Slipping and skidding, I feel a sudden wind on my back and I get tackled by Demon, metal and blood red fabric mingling together in a struggle for dominance.

Now your going to come with me, wether or not I have to knock you out to do so. Demon said as I stood up and tripped. He had grabbed onto the back of my dress and I flew forwards. It was a costly mistake.

I landed on a soft part of the ice and it collapsed under my weight, the frigid waters coming up to meet my face as I held my breath for the last time. But at the last moment I grabbed onto the edges of the ice and hauled my heavy, fatigue riddled body up and onto the very slippery ice.

Demon had disappeared and I celebrated in the victory in my head. That is before a metallic hand clasped around my ankle and pulled me down. I still held on, my strength fading as I felt the cold make continuous sweeps of my body, lulling my conscious state into that of being half awake.

"No." I muttered as my eyelids drooped, but then woke fully when another yank from Demon forced my head to dunk underwater, ice-cold water rushing into my mouth. I was afraid the liquid would freeze in my mouth, it was so cold. I was afraid that it would make me choke and then make me loose my handling and make me plunge into the dark water.

Around my body the ice had started to freeze back up again, ever so slowly the spidery tentacles of ice licked their way to my body, hoping to trap me and slowly kill me. I couldn't hold on any longer and with the last amount of strength I had, helped along with one final tug from Demon, I released the highest pitch scream that would most likely have ended up in the Guinness Book of Records and I plunged down into the icey-cold water, the metallic had slipping from my ankle as the con no doubt would have gone into stasis lock from the cold.

I was too numb to notice the faint burning and stinging sensation in my wrists and the swirl of red wrap a somewhat comforting hand around my tired body and the inevitable darkness swept over me, teetering on the edge of life and death.

Skye had seen the whole thing, and she knew her friend was dead if she didn't go and help her best buddy. Turning to High Wire, she was shocked to see a faraway look in his optics. "High Wire? Did you hear that? We need to find Optimus!" she said as the mini-con infront of her transformed into his bike mode and let the only Wanderer that didn't remember that she had passed lives hop on and he sped down the snow filled track that the two had discovered and headed off towards the heat of the battle.

I was floating above it all. . . Again. A ghostly reminder that I was, and always will be, a Wanderer. An evil laugh resounded around me and I frowned. What do you want Sideways? I asked as his face fell behind his face mask.

How did you know it was me? Did you remember our first little conversation? He asked as he appeared infront of me.

Will you get out of my way! I'm trying to see if I die or not. And I knew it was you because I know everyone's laugh. Hello, I watch the show like five times a day. If not I just go over the one's I liked in my head during a boring class. I said coldly as he stayed in his place.

Oh, no, unfortunately you won't die today. You'll live, unfortunately. My master has a lot of plans for you and that thing that the little minion did will be taken care of in due corse. I'm sure the Master will love to torture that little ingrate for almost having him wait for about another sixteen years. He said with a smirk as he produced a Star Sabre, only this one was black, the Dark Star Sabre as the one in the episode that was when Megatron and Star Scream got their new paintjobs.

Huh? What do you mean? Who's your mast- oh never mind. Stupid question. I muttered to myself as I felt myself get flung down from out of the air and re-enter my body, like when I did in my dreams.

I opened my eyes underwater and basically feel my eyeballs freeze up. I didn't care; my lungs were burning and I was lying at the bottom of the lake. Actually, it didn't look very far from the bottom to the top, but when your in the situation that I was in, it seemed like a never-ending staircase. A pulsing white light caught my eyes and I turned to see what it was.

That's when I noticed the diluted red that was swirling around me. Looking down at my wrists, I saw with relief that I had only cut my wrists abit, but still deep enough for the blood to keep coming. I had no time to bandage to the wounds, so instead I grabbed the stained red panel and I made a mad dash for the surface, praying that the water above me hadn't frozen over, otherwise, I wouldn't have been wasting my time swimming so hard.

My hand brushed something and the top of my head crashed against the now hard ice above me. Damn! I must have drifted from the place where I had fallen through. Pulling myself along the top of the water, I looked frantically for any weak spots in the ice. None.

The darkness was now overwhelming as was the now dull pulsing light. Suddenly, a large shadow loomed over the ice and a metallic hand plunged through the ice and clasped gentle yet firm hands over my frostbitten body and I fell into a deep sleep, my mind focused on one thing. I was going to get revenge on these mini-cons that I had heard Demon talk about.

Optimus looked at the barley alive girl in his hands, the mini-con panel clutched to her chest tightly. She was blue and purple and she was shivering cold. Quickly running a check on the girl, he frown from under his mask and warped back to base. She needed some medical help and fast.