Chapter 26: Raptured Life
The illusion dispursed into tiny fragments, spiralling for moments, suspended in air until disappearing all together. The web of evil magic was shattered and was replaced by the foreboding darkness from before. Only now, it was penertrating their minds.
The pain seemed to buzz and drill into their CPU's, squeezing them like a vice. Optimus clutched at his head and groaned in pain. "What is this!" he exclaimed and dropped to his knees.
Megatron was in a similar situation with his enemy. He was panting and clutching his head but then suddenly, as if his audio receiver was put on mute, the pain stopped. He stared around the darkness and uttered a curse.
Infront of him, from the very darkness that he stood in, the bodies of all the dead transformers rose up, their optics powered down, obviously dead. Beside him, Optimus followed his example. "Holy Primus. But, aren't they-" he stopped short as the light in their optics slowly powered on and each one looked around, dumbfounded.
Hot Shot looked down at his hands and squeezed them shut and opened them again. "I seriously must be dreaming." He muttered and watched as his battle-ravaged leader stumbled forwards, Megatron gaping at his men and Autobots.
A sickening explosion rocked the darkness and the air seemed to split and crack in two, as if cracking in half.
Everyone in the darkness looked up and saw a delicate white line spread around the cylindrical wall until meeting its distant cousins on the other side. It's spidery movements never pausing and slowly ceasing until every foreign vein connected to another and another.
Then a bright white light shone through the cracks and onto the Transformers trapped within.
White. That's all I saw. First there was darkness, then there was light. Light beats darkness.
But darkness beats light.
I felt something prod my side and I opened my eyes. I was blind. All I saw was the feathery whiteness. And it was snowing.
"Snow?" I said aloud without meaning to.
Yes. It is your creation.
The voice. It felt familiar and . . . Comforting. I smiled, completely oblivious to what was going on below me.
Jenny shook her daughter by the shoulder and cried out her name endlessly. Black, sharp shards of glass lay on the ground around the two, contrasting with the whiteness around them. The whiteness around her seemed to choke her but her mind wasn't focusing on what surrounded her.
She needed to wake up Kris. She knew why she had been sent to guard over her. She knew now why she had to keep this secret with her until the time was right. She knew that now she had to reveal all before the time ran out.
Jenny kept shaking endlessly and found herself screaming when a white hot pain shot through her arms and through her body.
He was back and in control and Jenny had no way of defending herself.
I suddenly felt myself plummeting downwards and I kind of stopped short when I saw who was right below me.
Unicron had awoken and was trying to kill my mother. Anger surged through me and I shook, my fists clenched tightly. "Leave my mother alone! She has done nothing to you!" I screamed out and saw the two beings look up. My mothers eyes widened in shock and Unicron just looked at me then sneered.
"It's about time." He muttered and I was puzzled as to why. "Now I have full control of your puny human body and I can do what ever I want with it!" he cackled and I flew at him . . . Only to fly right through him.
Now I understood.
I was dead. A ghost. A mere wisp of spiritual energy floating between worlds. "Oh damn." I said aloud and never saw the black ball come towards me.
"AND NOW I'LL SENT YOU TO THE OTHER SIDE ONCE AND FOR ALL!"
I turned around and froze in horror. A crackling ball of dark purple zoomed straight towards me, but a sudden surge of uncanny dejávu swept through me and I held up my arm and I stopped the ball. . . Or rather, absorbed it.
I stared shocked at my hand and shuddered, a surge of something evil rose in my ghostly form but I pushed it down. Let me through, young one, it taunted, I was apart of you and I still am. Don't be shy, you are as apart of me as the blood that flows through our veins. . . We are two halves that will soon be joined.
A sickening truth settled around my mind and I looked at my mother and saw Megatron run up to us, the Autobots and Decepticons all alive with the mini-cons in tow.
Megatron ran ahead of the group as he heard the yell and the scream and then the silence. They had found the mini-cons and the human female, Skye, unconscious, but all alive. Now all they had to do was find Kris and Jenny. And he had a feeling that they were very close by.
Hot Shot ran after the rest, nestled carefully in his hands was Skye, mumbling something about passed lives and ancient gods and end of the worlds. . . And some one called Mirianamoon. "Must stop. . . Kill all. . . Death. . ."
Skye's eyes fluttered opened and she sat up, her heart racing as the dream left her feeling puzzled and drained. "Hot Shot? What happened?" she asked, her voice croaky.
Hot Shot grinned and was about to answer when a yell was heard and he saw what was happening infront of the troop and he couldn't believe his optics.
Jenny say how the ghostly vision of her daughter looked at her, a pleading look in her eyes. She could see the two forces that resided in her battling for dominance. She could feel that ancient evil start to radiate from her and she knew she had to tell everyone here the purpose of why Kris had special abilities and why she was used as a host by Unicron.
She had to think fast. Megatron had stopped soundlessly behind her as well as the other Transformers and they were all waiting for a sign.
Unicron stood glaring at Kris with such loathing that that air seemed to darken about them both.
Then a voice spoke up and everyone seemed to jump. It was Scavenger who stood a little to the back of the group. They all parted so they could all see who had said something and seemed to bow as if he radiated knowledge. "Why?" was his simple question.
Unicron looked at him pointedly and snorted. When he spoke he still had the sound of two voices, his and Kris's entwined, but Kris's voice sounded dead, lifeless. "Why? Why!" he started to laugh evilly and Kris looked at her murderer with a startled expression. He suddenly turned to look at her and looked at her pointedly. "Do you want to know why I took your body for my use? Why I didn't just take some other Wanderers body instead? It was your dark power that called to me. . . And so, I answered. Hundreds of years ago I felt a flare in you dark power. A very powerful flare. So I planned. I created a new race of mini-cons and sent them to Earth. And ever since then I have been planning the day where your body, your powers, your life would be mine." the voice had an edge to it that sounded like a mad-mans.
The power is too great for him to handle, Jenny thought and knew that the time was right. "I will tell you what happened to make her get such great powers. I will tell you all you need to know."
I looked at my mother and I knew then that something was wrong. Memories flashed through my mind and I felt the colour drain from my ghostly cheeks. Pain. Anger. Death. Blood. Those were the dominant forms of memories. But then one seemed to hold me captive. . . A window into the past. . .
And somehow, I knew then of what I had to do. A cost that Megatron would never make until he knew the truth. "Tell them!" I found myself yelling, "Tell them or it will all be for nothing!"
I was screaming now, pearly opaque tears falling from my eyes as I looked at my mother and saw her crying too. She knew it also, and I knew what had to happen over the coarse of the next few minutes.
Jenny took a long, deep breath. When she was pregnant with Kris, St Peter had come down from Heaven and had told her all about the child she was harbouring. All of the myths, all of the legends. About all of the destruction her child's passed self had done. She was scared, and sickened and didn't understand the why me factor.
Looking back up at the metallic creatures with the rare and almost absent cream coloured skin, Jenny opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed her mouth. That dark energy that was buzzing around inside of the ghostly Kris was rising in waves and she felt herself start to tremble. "I-It happened a long t-time ago, when the e-earth was very young. . .
. . . Many years ago, millennia to be exact, gods created Earth with the help of two powerful beings that in turn would rule over the planet. Mythical creatures lived in the vast oceans. Any creature lived freely and that was the way it had been ever since the beginning.
But that all changed when sudden darkness took over the planet.
Mirianamoon was the Goddess of the Dark, Ruler of the Underworld and despised by all that lived in the Heavens. She didn't care, for she had come up with a plan to up-turn their order. Her sister, Calirariem, Goddess of the Light and Ruler of the Heavenly Ones came down to see her sister, but never returned.
A deep frost, that soon turned to snow and then ice took hold of the planet and slowly killed everything living on it. The Gods were scared for their ruler had not returned for nearly one hundred years. Then, finally, a young god, only known as God went to see what had happened to his mistress when a large, dark figure arose.
"I am Mirianamoon-sun" said the dark shadow, "And I am the future ruler of this Universe."
Many of the Gods were scared and fled back to their own planets, but some stayed to save their beautiful creation that they had created together. A fight like non-other ever to rock the Universe erupted and lasted half a million years until God found a weakness.
Why battling her, the blood-thirsty Goddess had faltered, her sister, Calirariem coming through and taking over her body for a split second. "Help me." She had said and only God had heard it. "Help me to defeat my sister." God was intrigued and called the god from a planet far, far away over.
Yes, it was Vector Sigma, your god. "You must use your most powerful weapon to destroy me. Forge it, but not yet. When the time will come, your most powerful people in the future will know what to do."
The two gods did not know what was happening but then a bright white light encapsulated the dark Goddess and the being, that with the combined forces of the Gods of the Universe was not able to destroy, disappeared, leaving a chilling message. "In one million years precisely the planets in all the Universe will align. That will be the time that I will be back, and when I do, no one will be spared. My sisters power can't contain me for long!"
Unicron laughed. The piercing laughter ringing around the Transformers like a slap in the face. "You expect me, Unicron, the God Of Destruction, to believe that!" he laughed more insanely, his face distorted to such a proportion that it had no resemblance to Kris at all. The face was slate grey and his eyes were that of a manic on drugs. Veins pulsed at his temples behind the hair and on his neck and he was hugging his stomach as if in pain.
The pain was too much for him. The power was out of his control. Without the soul, he couldn't control the wild power and he knew that he had done a terrible mistake.
"The power. . . It is too much for some one as pathetic as yourself. . . And you call yourself a God." Came a harsh voice. It was Kris, but she was doubled over in pain, her face hidden behind her transparent hair. The white dress that she wore, the exact opposite to what Unicron was wearing, flickered from white to red to black and from black to red to white. A warning.
Jenny gasped and stumbled back. "Mirianamoon. . ." she breathed and there was a sudden burst of light. . . followed by a dark, echoing laughter that shook the very foundations of the world they were trapped in.
If anyone thought that Unicron was back. . . He was a kitten compared to what was coming next.