Chapter 20: Viva Forever
My soul was turbulent once again. What have I just done?
You killed your father.
But why?
You wanted revenge. So, there. You got it.
What have I become?
A murderer.
...Murderer... ?
Yes. Why don't you give up. Just end your pain.
Why?
Why? You deserve it. Your soul shouldn't be stuck here. It should be free and on the other side.
Free. . .
Yes. . . Free. Why is your soul hanging on?
Why? I don't know.
Why don't you know?
...Guess it's just waiting around for something.
Unicron growled. Why wasn't she giving up! Her soul should have left the building hours ago. Why was it still holding on!
Never mind. At least he would have more power to throw around when the time to defeat the Autobots and the Decepticons came. Now all he had to do was let random memories of hatred, bitterness and solitude slid through the Wanderer soul's mind and he would have enough fire power to get rid of the pathetic race of Transformers.
Skye knelt down next to Mrs Deck, Kris' mother. "Ow. Skye? Oh my! Skye is that you!" she cried out as she hugged Skye but then stopped.
All around her were large, mechanical beings that either waved, smiled glared or just grinned at her. "Hello Mrs Deck. My name is-"
"I kn-kn-know w-who you are. But. . . You aren't supposed to be real!" the middle-aged woman said as she scampered up into a standing position.
"Well, we are. And we need your help." Megatron said firmly and Optimus launched into the whole story, right from the beginning.
Jet Fire looked at the monitors. He had just returned from the med bay from where Kris' mother was being held, being de-briefed on what had happened to her daughter for the passed months.
Something caught his optics. The last video feed from Laser Beak was running continuously, over and over and over again, whispered voices echoed around the room like ghosts of their former, bodied selves.
"Uh, sir, I'd recommend that you get in here." He said as he noticed something else.
Something small, something bad and something out for revenge.
Why was I holding on? Why must I torture myself! Paradise or hell lay right infront of me yet, I still denied it? Why was I doing this to myself?
Why was I denying all that I have longed for?
Because you need to hold on.
Who said that?
Your saviour.
What saviour?
Yours. . .
Unicron sneered. The girl was starting to loose it. She was starting to give up. Now all he had to do was inflict the last bit of his plan and then he would finally, once and for all defeat those pesky Transformers.