Okay, now this is the alternate ending you want to read if you don't want this story to go on and you want it to end. Even if you don't want this story end, I'd still recommend reading it. After all, I went through all the trouble of writing it!!!
Jet BlastAlternate Ending Number One:
In which the heroine of this story actually dies and never returns
By, KatDrama
Now we join the story at the beginning of Energon –
We see a late twenty to possibly early thirty-year-old woman driving a battered van through an extensive forest road. In the back seat her young toddler quietly amuses herself with toys. A closer view finds these toys to strangely resemble some all too familiar Transformers. The woman glances over to the passenger seat at her old aquamarine cell phone. With eager anticipation and hope welling up farther inside her she pushes the gas pedal down a little farther. After all these years...a tear wells down her cheek. She had gotten the call just days ago. Oh, Jet Fire, I'm so sorry I betrayed my love to you. It took all of her willpower to not break down right there and decide to turn around. It's just that you were so far away and Kyle...well, he was so near. Not to mention of the same species. He was what I thought would be my perfect match. But life is screwy. I wish I'd never loved that loser dirtbag at all. Leaving Zaphire and me all on our own to go after another woman...Emrial bit her lip sorrowfully as she remembered her cruel past.
"Ma ma, are we there yet?" The toddler in the pink jumpsuit in the back seat asked for the fiftieth time that day.
"No, not yet sweetheart, but soon." Emrial concentrated on driving.
"Will father be there?"
Not this again. Emrial groaned. How many times did she have to explain to her young daughter that 'Daddy' wasn't coming back? "No, he won't."
"But the Abobots will?"
"Yes, the Autobots will be there." Emrial smiled.
"Yay! De Abobots!" The child shouted in the dialect most associated with a two year old. She picked up her toys that her mother had made for her with her special powers. She snuggled them up close. "An Jeffire, Opymus, Wed Awert, Bwurr, and Hotthot will be there, right?"
"I hope so." Emrial couldn't help but grin widely.
There was silence for a few more minutes, then...
"Mommy, what's that?" The toddler pointed out the window.
"What's what, dear? Can't you see Mommy's driving?" Emrial gritted her teeth as her van continued to clunk up the hill. I wish I could have just flown, but I'm so low on energy, and then I don't think I could've taken Zaphire. You see, after pulling off of few years of magically healing cars, Emrial soon realized that she couldn't find an adequate source of energy to supply her powers. It seems that electricity wasn't as filling as Energon. And of course she had no clue how to find some, so she since then she has had to drastically conserve on her power usage.
"It's one of those gween-gwoie things!" The two-year old commented.
"What?!" Emrial nearly lost control of the car as she tried to look to see what on Earth her child was talking about. Turns out, it wasn't even OF this Earth.
"Holy Spork, it's a mini con panel!" Emrial nearly shouted as she abruptly stopped the car on the side of the road. Without a second to loose she was unfastening her seat belt and throwing open her car door when she remembered the kid in the backseat. "Zaphire, whatever you do, stay in the car. I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle, you hear me?"
"Cwistal Cwear, Mommy!" Zaphire signaled an okay sign with her thumb.
Emrial dashed across the road, her heartbeats were in a race with her footsteps. She stumbled through the dense brush at the edge of the road and continued towards the light. Sure enough. In the near distance she could see a forgotten mini con panel embedded in a large redwood. With quivering fingers she reached up to dislodge the panel.
"Stop right there, I'll be taking that mini con, puny Earth creature."
"What the Spork?" Emrial turned around to see a huge figure looming over her. "Sta...Sta...Starscream?!" She stuttered.
"Why does everyone insist on calling me that?!" That large black transformer retched. "I'm a no-name warrior, resurrected by Alpha-Q, I serve Unicron!" He drew out an extremely long sword.
"Unicron? But I destroyed him!!" Emrial's heart skipped a beat.
"It appears as though you failed." With an impassionate expression, the resurrected Decepticon thrust his sword through the middle of the human. She fell to the ground without even a sound, her last breaths were raspy as 'Starscream' retrieved the mini con and marched away.
Emrial's head pounded, she could feel her blood draining rapidly and breathing becoming much difficult. Her vision began to blur as she stared at the vegetation that surrounded her. Her entire life began to play on fast-forward through her mind. But wait a second...this wasn't HER life, was it? The memories showed a little blonde haired girl at a birthday party with proud parents and smiling friends. Strangely, she began to remember their names. There was Emily, Margie....that boy...Brian. And...her name...was Shania?! She weakly smiled, so maybe she had had a home after all. With her last breath, she died peacefully, finally knowing her place in this cruel world.
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Alexis sighed happily as she rode in her black Sedan. Last week the Autobots had returned. It was a happy reunion; Rad and Carlos had come too. Who knows what happened to that Billy and Fred. And that one girl...what was her name? Alexis snorted. Like she cared! The meeting had been a major step for Earth, as she oversaw the Transformers/Earth Alliance treaty. It had been a hard document to draw up, but she was now happy it was over with. The Autobots were soon to be constructing several bases and mines so they could drill out Earth's Energon.
Today she was on a political venture of different sorts. As a high-ranking delegate of unquestionable status, she had her 'charitable' duties to attend too. Most of them were publicity stunts, meant to draw attention to her and the Transformers, but today was one that she could put heart into. Alexis recently decided that it'd be a good idea to visit orphanages and tell the children stories of her adventures with the Autobots. She had already made one such trip, and she was thoroughly thrilled to see the astonished looks on the kids' faces as they sat in a mesmerizing awe, jaws slack, as they heard about the great heroics of the Autobots. Later, when the Autobots were more settled in to Earth and used to more people, she might coax Hot Shot or Optimus to tag along with her. She couldn't wait to see the looks on the kids' faces, as they would be introduced to a real live Transformer. She giggled in anticipation as the car rolled to a stop and she stepped gingerly out. She had to admit, while in old age many curse the aging process, but for a young adult like her, she could come to appreciate the way her body had filled out. Smiling brightly she brushed some of her hair away from her face and walked towards the entrance of the orphanage.
An exuberant caretaker stepped rushed forward and ushered her to the children's playground, for it was not yet story time. Alexis smiled as she viewed all the different aged children playing innocently in the fenced in yard. There were several small ones playing in a sandbox, creating mastermind castles and digging various moats. There was a jungle gym where some older ones were swinging upside down by their knees. As she surveyed the yard her amber eyes caught sight of a lone two-year old kneeling in the grass and playing all by herself.
"Watcha doing?" Alexis decided to find out why the girl was all alone. She walked over and stood peering over the little girl's shoulder.
"Pwaying." The girl said without much enthusiasm.
"Can I play too?" Alexis tried to befriend the little girl.
"Sure. You can be Opymus." The girl handed her a little figurine.
Alexis's eyes widened and began to twitch as she stared at it. It was an exact replica of Prime the way she had known him. (A/n: you know how his appearance changes in Energon, but this figure is of him in Armada.) But how could this be? No one besides she and her friends had known the Transformers up to know. Since the Autobots arrival she was sure there hadn't been room to franchise. And whoever had produced it had a very photographic memory. Alexis stared with surprise at the girl. "Who are you?!" She managed to gasp.
"Zaphire."
"What's your full name?"
"Zaphirea Blurr Johnson." (a/n: Let's pretend for a moment that Kyle's last name had been Johnson...)
"...." Alexis's mind was racing. "Who were your parents?"
"I don't know my daddy. My mommy died last week. She got killed in the forest and left me in the van. Da powice man found me." Zaphire didn't look up, but instead gazed silently at her toys.
"Did your mommy make these for you?" Alexis pressed.
"Yah."
"Was your mommy's name...Emrial?"
"Yah."
"Oh God..." Alexis sunk to her knees and grabbed the child by the shoulders. Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she embraced Zaphire, pulling her close. "I knew...your mother..." She sobbed.
That evening, Alexis walked back to her car, holding Zaphire's hand on one side, and the adoption papers clutched in her other hand. She didn't know how she was going to explain this to her boyfriend, but it was something she had to do. After all, Emrial had risked her life more than once to save the race of metal beings she now loved. It was the least she could do. Tomorrow she would take Zaphire to meet the Autobots. So ends this story of pain, mystery, and bittersweet love. A rival takes up her chivalrous duty for her former acquaintance. A child grows up with someone to love her and care for her. And a heroine dies at the sword of the enemy. Thus ends this saga of a teenager trying to find her place in this world. I hope you enjoyed. Goodbye, my fans.
::Jet Blast: END::