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Chapter 24
Let's See How Many Near Death Experiences Someone Can Have In One Day
"Hey, do you guys know where Emrial is?" Hot Shot asked as he walked into the training room, swing the starsaber.
"No, why would I?" Alexis shoved her nose into the air.
"Because I wanted her to train with me. I need more practice with the starsaber." He sat down, releasing the mini cons that had been in his grasp.
"Why her?" Alexis continued her snobbery.
"Because, she has a sword. I need sword on sword practice." He glared at Alexis as he stated the obvious.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't seen her since yesterday, when the Decepticons were here." Rad told the yellow bot.
"Man, I hope she's all right..." Hot Shot began to worry.
"Don't worry about Emrial. She often spends nights out in the wilderness with her little earth creature." Red Alert entered the room.
"Yeah, you're probably right..." Hot Shot's thoughts trailed off as he went about to start training with himself.
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The gentle rain had turned to strong gales. Emrial took shelter underneath a tall spruce tree. She pulled her legs up close into her body as she sat in the thick needles on the ground. The rain pattered through the tree's upper branches, most of the water splashed off the deep foliage, but some still shed down through, leaking unto the girl's already soaked form.
Emrial grasped fistfuls of pine needles in her palms as she struggled to hold unto her emotions. Tears weld up in her eyes. She had a sensory overload. The sight of Danny's dead body was too much; the feel of emptiness was taking over her heart. The touch of the rough bark and needles pricked her, the taste of tears splashed into her mouth as they fell constantly from her eyes. The echoing sound of the shot rang out in her mind, haunting her. The hollow wail of the wind drove chills up her back. The smell of the pines, of the grass, of her surroundings, of the rain....of death, filled her nostrils to capacity.
"What is the purpose of life? Why is it so fragile?" Emrial sobbed, longing for understanding. "Why am I alive? What purpose do I serve? What would it matter if I were dead?" Her emotions raged out of control as the storm picked up force. "Why do I live?" The thunder rolled ominously.
"CRACK!"
A white-hot bolt of lighting struck the tree! The bolt sizzled down the tree, cutting off branches, igniting needles to small flames. It struck Emrial with a fiery force.
Emrial stumbled into the open plain. She fell, smoking, into the wet grass. Her hair, was once again singed, her goggles once again melted.
She crawled to a nearby river in the downpour. The rain made clean streaks on her blackened face. She splashed water on her arms and face, trying to wash some the blackness away.
Emrial turned her head. From upstream she heard a large roaring sound, but it was too monstrous to be thunder.
The floodwaters rushed down the river, washing Emrial with them. Logs slammed against her body as strong currents pulled her around. She fought to keep her head above water.
The river spit her out violently into a nearby lake. She paddled around a bit, trying to grasp a hold of what had just happened.
Suddenly, she felt the current pick up again. She was being twirled around and around in a raging whirlpool! Emrial began to panic as she was sucked underwater. Minutes seem to drip by like hours as she struggled to reach the surface.
Her lungs felt like exploding. Finally, she reached the surface, and she drunk in the pure air. She began a mad-dash for the shore.
Emrial fell down, exhausted on the little sand bar of a beach. Barley, had she had time to catch her breath when she looked up to see a funnel cloud forming.
The tornado touched ground and was rapidly spinning towards her. She couldn't even move. Rather, she allowed the force of nature to lift her off the ground.
"What am I doing here?" Emrial thought as she was spun around in the windy tunnel. "Why don't I just let myself go?"
She closed her eyes and almost embraced the ferocity of the tornado.
She saw images pass before her. She gazed with pleasure at her friend, the headstrong Hot Shot. He was smiling at her, giving her the thumbs up. She looked around. There was Red Alert, always tinkering on something! And Smokescreen...who dares want to know what he does in his free time. She passed by Optimus, sorrow showed in his optics.
Emrial's brow creased. "Why was he sad?" She glared impassionedly as a laughing Rad, Carlos, Fred and Billy we're playing video games. Their faces radiated joy. She frowned as Alexis's face swished past her. The face frowned back.
Emrial smiled again as she saw Chopper, and reached out lovingly as she wished to reach Trice. Then, the expressions and pictures of her friends changed.
She saw Hot Shot, barely alive at the mercy of the Decepticons. She saw Red Alert being blasted to smithereens. She saw Smokescreen being run through with the blast of a powerful gun. She saw his dying form in Optimus's arms as the leader wept. Then, she saw Optimus, fighting for the survival of all. It was a fight to the death, and he was paired with Megatron.
Then she saw other transformers, ones that she had not yet seen. She saw the white Autobot with jet boots and wings surrounded by flying Decepticons. She saw the silver car one pinned down by enemy fire. She saw a small, blue bot trapped in an enormous fire. Then, to her horror, she saw one that she did know, Starscream being run through with a sword, then being disintegrated to space dust.
Then she felt the pain as Alex wept, true tears of sorrow. And Rad and Carlos tried to comfort her. She scorned as Fred complained of pains of hunger, and Billy smacked him over the head.
She wept as she saw the scene of Trice being squished under Megatron's foot being replayed in her mind. She reached out, trying to grasp Chopper's hand as she called for help. Then she saw a third mini con risking his life trying to save her friend from a certain grave.
Emrial's eyes suddenly flashed open. She realized that she was still inside the tornado.
"No, it must not end this way. I must live, I must save my friends!" She tried to fight against the winds with her wings, but the drag was too much and it sent her spiraling out of control.
Suddenly the twister stopped, and she was spit out to the ground.
She landed hard on her stomach. She tried to push herself off the ground, but slipped with complete exhaustion back unto the wet surface of the grass. She tilted her head. The sun's glorious rays peeked out around the menacing clouds. Songbirds began to sing their happy songs.
She gathered enough energy to push herself up into a sitting position. She laughed slightly.
"I guess nature must have a sense of humor. It's made me realize that I can't keep mourning over the past. There is worse to come in the future, and I have to be there, with my friends, to help them." She breathed air in deeply through her lungs. Never had it ever felt so good to be alive.
A/n: I wanted to continue, but I believe that that was a good note to end the chapter on. Plz review!
Chapter 24
Let's See How Many Near Death Experiences Someone Can Have In One Day
"Hey, do you guys know where Emrial is?" Hot Shot asked as he walked into the training room, swing the starsaber.
"No, why would I?" Alexis shoved her nose into the air.
"Because I wanted her to train with me. I need more practice with the starsaber." He sat down, releasing the mini cons that had been in his grasp.
"Why her?" Alexis continued her snobbery.
"Because, she has a sword. I need sword on sword practice." He glared at Alexis as he stated the obvious.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't seen her since yesterday, when the Decepticons were here." Rad told the yellow bot.
"Man, I hope she's all right..." Hot Shot began to worry.
"Don't worry about Emrial. She often spends nights out in the wilderness with her little earth creature." Red Alert entered the room.
"Yeah, you're probably right..." Hot Shot's thoughts trailed off as he went about to start training with himself.
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The gentle rain had turned to strong gales. Emrial took shelter underneath a tall spruce tree. She pulled her legs up close into her body as she sat in the thick needles on the ground. The rain pattered through the tree's upper branches, most of the water splashed off the deep foliage, but some still shed down through, leaking unto the girl's already soaked form.
Emrial grasped fistfuls of pine needles in her palms as she struggled to hold unto her emotions. Tears weld up in her eyes. She had a sensory overload. The sight of Danny's dead body was too much; the feel of emptiness was taking over her heart. The touch of the rough bark and needles pricked her, the taste of tears splashed into her mouth as they fell constantly from her eyes. The echoing sound of the shot rang out in her mind, haunting her. The hollow wail of the wind drove chills up her back. The smell of the pines, of the grass, of her surroundings, of the rain....of death, filled her nostrils to capacity.
"What is the purpose of life? Why is it so fragile?" Emrial sobbed, longing for understanding. "Why am I alive? What purpose do I serve? What would it matter if I were dead?" Her emotions raged out of control as the storm picked up force. "Why do I live?" The thunder rolled ominously.
"CRACK!"
A white-hot bolt of lighting struck the tree! The bolt sizzled down the tree, cutting off branches, igniting needles to small flames. It struck Emrial with a fiery force.
Emrial stumbled into the open plain. She fell, smoking, into the wet grass. Her hair, was once again singed, her goggles once again melted.
She crawled to a nearby river in the downpour. The rain made clean streaks on her blackened face. She splashed water on her arms and face, trying to wash some the blackness away.
Emrial turned her head. From upstream she heard a large roaring sound, but it was too monstrous to be thunder.
The floodwaters rushed down the river, washing Emrial with them. Logs slammed against her body as strong currents pulled her around. She fought to keep her head above water.
The river spit her out violently into a nearby lake. She paddled around a bit, trying to grasp a hold of what had just happened.
Suddenly, she felt the current pick up again. She was being twirled around and around in a raging whirlpool! Emrial began to panic as she was sucked underwater. Minutes seem to drip by like hours as she struggled to reach the surface.
Her lungs felt like exploding. Finally, she reached the surface, and she drunk in the pure air. She began a mad-dash for the shore.
Emrial fell down, exhausted on the little sand bar of a beach. Barley, had she had time to catch her breath when she looked up to see a funnel cloud forming.
The tornado touched ground and was rapidly spinning towards her. She couldn't even move. Rather, she allowed the force of nature to lift her off the ground.
"What am I doing here?" Emrial thought as she was spun around in the windy tunnel. "Why don't I just let myself go?"
She closed her eyes and almost embraced the ferocity of the tornado.
She saw images pass before her. She gazed with pleasure at her friend, the headstrong Hot Shot. He was smiling at her, giving her the thumbs up. She looked around. There was Red Alert, always tinkering on something! And Smokescreen...who dares want to know what he does in his free time. She passed by Optimus, sorrow showed in his optics.
Emrial's brow creased. "Why was he sad?" She glared impassionedly as a laughing Rad, Carlos, Fred and Billy we're playing video games. Their faces radiated joy. She frowned as Alexis's face swished past her. The face frowned back.
Emrial smiled again as she saw Chopper, and reached out lovingly as she wished to reach Trice. Then, the expressions and pictures of her friends changed.
She saw Hot Shot, barely alive at the mercy of the Decepticons. She saw Red Alert being blasted to smithereens. She saw Smokescreen being run through with the blast of a powerful gun. She saw his dying form in Optimus's arms as the leader wept. Then, she saw Optimus, fighting for the survival of all. It was a fight to the death, and he was paired with Megatron.
Then she saw other transformers, ones that she had not yet seen. She saw the white Autobot with jet boots and wings surrounded by flying Decepticons. She saw the silver car one pinned down by enemy fire. She saw a small, blue bot trapped in an enormous fire. Then, to her horror, she saw one that she did know, Starscream being run through with a sword, then being disintegrated to space dust.
Then she felt the pain as Alex wept, true tears of sorrow. And Rad and Carlos tried to comfort her. She scorned as Fred complained of pains of hunger, and Billy smacked him over the head.
She wept as she saw the scene of Trice being squished under Megatron's foot being replayed in her mind. She reached out, trying to grasp Chopper's hand as she called for help. Then she saw a third mini con risking his life trying to save her friend from a certain grave.
Emrial's eyes suddenly flashed open. She realized that she was still inside the tornado.
"No, it must not end this way. I must live, I must save my friends!" She tried to fight against the winds with her wings, but the drag was too much and it sent her spiraling out of control.
Suddenly the twister stopped, and she was spit out to the ground.
She landed hard on her stomach. She tried to push herself off the ground, but slipped with complete exhaustion back unto the wet surface of the grass. She tilted her head. The sun's glorious rays peeked out around the menacing clouds. Songbirds began to sing their happy songs.
She gathered enough energy to push herself up into a sitting position. She laughed slightly.
"I guess nature must have a sense of humor. It's made me realize that I can't keep mourning over the past. There is worse to come in the future, and I have to be there, with my friends, to help them." She breathed air in deeply through her lungs. Never had it ever felt so good to be alive.
A/n: I wanted to continue, but I believe that that was a good note to end the chapter on. Plz review!