Chapter 19: Easier to Run.
I was floating lifeless. I was back in the black void and I was dead to the world and I knew I could never come back. I wanted to scream, to run, to shout and cry but I knew that would do no good.
So what now? What now Einstein?
I don't know.
Slag, how I really hated being alone. I hated the dark. I hated anything to do with this space that I was trapped in.
I hated the world. I hated my mother. I hated God. I hated Skye. . . And I especially hated Megatron.
Skye glared up at the stark night and vowed an oath upon herself. "When we get you back Kris, we will have a nice, long talk."
Megatron glared at the corpse of Nemisis. He had another glass of energon in his hands and he was taking callous sips. His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, for he almost didn't hear the faint voice of the once-dead femme.
"Megatron. You want to know how to get Kris back? Don't you?" came a voice from Nemisis. Her lips didn't move, and her optics weren't powered on, something was defiantly wrong.
"Nemisis? Is that you?" Megatron asked cautiously as he walked up to the broken and battered femme and checked her life readings. He was shocked to see a faint signal.
"Listen and listen carefully. The only way to get Kris back to her normal self is to prove the one thing that she loves with all her heart. Unicron used that love and turned it into loathing. That way he was able to possess Kris." Nemisis said as her voice slowly faded away and she was dead again, the faint life reading slowly fading into the straight line once again.
My mind was turbulent with the thoughts of blood-thirsty revenge and what I would do to those people who dared crossed my path.
Screams echoed around in my mind; the screams of the dead and dying that my evil self was doing to pure innocence.
Why was I letting him do this again?
Revenge.
Really? Is that what I really want?
Yes.
Why?
Because.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Just shut up!
Skye clutched at her head. Her memories were starting to get to her and she wished with all of her heart that she didn't have them.
They hurt with years of pain, heart-ache and death. So many years of her life. . . No. Of her LIVES, seemed to appear out of nowhere and slam into her with so much force that she felt the wind literally knocked out of her.
Tears of pain, longing and fear weld up in her eyes and she felt a metallic hand wrap around her body. "Skye, are you all right?" Hot Shot asked as Skye wiped the tears away and nodded her head slowly.
"Sorry. Its just that I was sortta in a coma for my life, the life that I'm living in right now. And now that I know that I've lived countless live before this one, with Kris as my sister in one of them, and countless parents, friends and relatives. . . It just hurts abit. I'm confused and dizzy. I'm in pain with a loss I have never felt and I never knew about it before now. I guess I'm just mourning, or something. I don't know." Skye said as she smiled and shook her head.
Hot Shot looked at her one final time before grinning his trade-mark grin and walked to the control room of the Decepticon base. This waiting was getting to everyone.
Megatron looked down at the human female that was Krisztina's mother. If what Nemisis had said was true, it was up to this human female, himself and Skye to save Kris. To save her from Unicron . . .
. . . And herself.
A window opened infront of me. The sudden brightness hurt my eyes and I was momentarily blinded. 'We are here, my little Wanderer.' I heard Unicron say as I kind of hovered up to the window and I stepped through it.
I was back in my body, over looking what Unicron has planned for. . . Holy mother of slagging God!
It was my fathers new home where he lived with is two kids and new wife. Anger burned in my veins again as I watched the front door open and my father walked out. I had his hair, always quick to get oily and dirty, yet thick and strong.
A wicked smile appeared on my face and I summoned a small ball of that dark energy that I shared with the creature that lived within my being. "Hello father." I said and released the ball.
I never knew that I had full control of my body again, and that I was free to do what I saw fit.
Laser Beak soared high in the air. Below him was chaos, wreckage and complete destruction. He had never seen anything so horrible; so many lives. . . So many innocent, dead. And it all came from one person.
High on a hill infront of him stood a lone figure, shrouded with shadows, the flames from the burning house licked at it, a cape of the red hot carbon and oxygen acting as a shield around it.
Yellow eyes seemed to blaze through the shadows of the beings face, cold and radiating hatred. It lifted its hand, and the little orange, yellow and purple spy for the Autobots fell to the ground.
The reason for this was unclear. All except for the person who had inflicted the attack to the spy, who stood tall next to its master as two more of it's kind appeared next to them.
A large smile appeared on the first beings face as it took to the sky, it's intent on destruction effortless and swift.