Chapter 27: When I'm Gone

The laughter was hollow, almost strained as it echoed around the turbulent world that was once light and dark. Black lightning struck down on the ground around the Transformers and humans. Red clouds rolled by as if they were tidal waves in the sky. Chaos was everywhere. The whiteness of world before was distorted and warped with faces, twisted in agony and pain. They were all truly frightened.

Kris was still bending over in pain, as was Unicron. Megatron could not bear to see Kris this way and he knelt down before, a strange aura glowing around her. A dark aura that he had seen before. It was when she had blown up those earthlings infront of the base. He could not only see it but feel dread seep into his mind and felt weak, sick and helpless. He knew he had to help.

If it was true what Jenny had said then Kris was harbouring two ghosts of powerful Goddess's inside of her for near eons. It was a terribly foreboding thought. . . And then he remembered something she had said to him early on when they had met. It was after they had collected yet another mini-con and Kris was looking pale. "Ever since a couple of lifetimes ago, I have felt so tired. Like my soul was wearing thin. All I want is to pass to the other side but God won't seem to let me." She had said spitefully and went off to her quarters.

How had he not felt those semi-continual flares of evil were at a loss to him, but Megatron knew then that the message that the Goddess, Mirianamoon, had left was being fulfilled now.

He had to act quick, he could feel it. "Kris! Kris, listen to me! Calirariem is still inside of you! You must let her through. She knows what she had to do!" he said as gale forced winds arose from an unknown source and billowed around her, pushing Megatron away from Kris. "Oh come now Megatron. Do you really think that the little Goody Goody would follow an evil guy like you?" came the same cold voice, originating from Kris.

Slowly she lifted her head. And what Megatron saw sent his spark into turmoil. Her once brown eyes radiated evil, they pulsed with a glowing red light that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Her once white gown had turned a permanent black like before, only now it billowed around her like black smoke over black oil. . . Or black blood. It hugged her body like a second skin and it moved as one with her. Her hair grew out around her to act as a shield around her. It reached lengths that were longer that her body.

And he knew that he was too late.

Jenny looked at her daughter and cried silent tears. All was lost. Her daughter that she loved and disciplined, hated and screamed at, laughed and lost was gone. Nothing could have brought her back. Her life had no meaning.

Her youngest was killed by those monsters of robots and she too was lost. Her heart ached and broke. It was shattered so much so that she felt the sharp shards cut into her body and taste the blood on her lips. She closed her eyes and said a prayer for forgiveness and stood there praying, the winds screaming in her ears but herself paying no heed.

Until she heard the message whispered within the wails of Death.

Unicron was hunched over, eyes glazed over. The power hungry tyrant was corrupted by the power that he had taken forcefully, his mind a swirling oblivion. Random thoughts wavered through his empty mind but they just fell through it like water through a hole. Nothingness.

The power was eating his soul away, gaining energy by the second. How he did not predict something like this would happen went out the open window of ideals. He did not know. He would never know. He was a dead, empty shell of a once powerful being that wanted to take over the Universe.

If only he could see himself now, he would surly change his ways for good. Wouldn't he?

Jenny let out a sob. Tears, hot and fresh, streamed down her face. She had just finished listening to what the wind had to say and was fighting fitfully with her emotions, trying to control them to breaking point. She could not. "KRISZTINA!" she screamed out, her agonised screams drowned out by a sudden explosion from both Kris and Unicron.

Soul and body re-emerged with one another and everything was complete. She was whole once again and she felt her old power flow through her veins with a renewed vigor, darkness overpowering the light like it was eons ago. "The power." Mirianamoon hissed and lifted her hand to examine it carefully. Dark energy crackled along the length of her arm, the smoky folds of her dress moving and parting for her to see and examine it carefully.

Soul and body re-emerged with one another and everything was complete. She was whole once again and she felt her old power flow through her veins with a renewed vigor, darkness overpowering the light like it was eons ago. Mirianamoon hissed and lifted her hand to examine it carefully. Dark energy crackled along the length of her arm, the smoky folds of her dress moving and parting for her to see and examine it carefully.

Something didn't feel right. There was something still holding onto her that she could not put her finger on it.

What she didn't know was of the plan that her sister had told somebody of the answer to rid her once and for all. And the only person who could destroy her was standing right next to her.

Jenny clambered onto Megatron's shoulder and turned to whisper into his audio receiver. "Megatron. . . You have to hear this. Kris just told me. . . You have to. . . You have to. . ." she started but couldn't finish.

Megatron turned to look at the human and saw her sobbing uncontrollably. Out of the blue, he lifted a hand to confort the human when he saw what she was looking at.

The Requiem Blaster.

The most powerful weapon in the Universe. When the time will come, your most powerful people in the future will know what to do. It all made sense.

He shook his head. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. It scared him to think about doing such a thing. He glared at the blaster and took it in his hands, heard the sobbing of the woman on his shoulder, felt the pain and torment scratching at his spark of what the aftermath would be like. He had no idea what was to come next. But then a whisper of wind tickled a message for him and him only.

"Do what you think you must." And he lifted the weapon and pointed it directly at the Goddess, but could not pull the trigger.

Mirianamoon stopped examining herself and looked down the barrel of the Requiem Blaster. Her face broke out into an evil smile. "You wouldn't do something so foolish now would you Megatron?" she cooed and laughed, until she felt something freeze her form and pull her out into a position of a cross. Still she smiled and closed her eyes, opening them to show brilliant white. She looked around and saw a wisp of white and soon found her twin, a floating figure in the wind. "Ah, Calirariem, how nice to see you. Asking forgiveness for your sins?" she sneered.

Calirariem looked exactly like her sister, but was covered in white. She was panting and looked old, sweat poured down her face in buckets. She said nothing but held her hands out, pinning her sister to place.

"Dear sister. It will only be a matter of time till you will wither and die. Just give up now so you won't go to Hades." Mirianamoon continued, laughing whilst looking pointedly at her sister. What happened next shocked her speechless.

"It's over Miri. See you in Hades." The Light Goddess said and fused with the Dark Goddess. The robes fused and looked glued together, hair became unruly and wild and billowed around her twin being like a wild animal. Her eyes stopped glowing white and returned to their normal state. "DO IT NOW MEGATRON! PULL THE TRIGGER NOW!" she screamed.

 The Light Goddess said and fused with the Dark Goddess. The robes fused and looked glued together, hair became unruly and wild and billowed around her twin being like a wild animal. Her eyes stopped glowing white and returned to their normal state. she screamed.

And so Megatron did.