Heya!
I'm here again, this time bringing Chapter 2 to you.
Depression is messing me up with Of Bunnies and Mayhem! But it'll be of great help for this piece so expect Chapter 3 sooner :)
There are things that one can never forget. Memories our mind will always evoke... be it for good or bad. Never lose hope while you can dream of them. --Myself.
SECRET SORROW
Darkness... so quiet and enveloping. As if the world is no more, as if nothing exists anymore, as if I was alone here.
Alone? Yes. There no one else... there's no noise, no voices, nothing. Just me, only my mind...my essence... lost in the void.
Where am I? As I am here, in an abyss of nothingness I try my best to remember where am I. I got no response to my questions...
Does "where" exist then? Yes. It does.
But I can't remember where I was nor where I'll go... there's nothing here... I feel as if a part of myself has vanished...How's that possible? There's nothing here. Just a well of loneliness engulfing me in the dark depths of itself.
I'm so confused. Everything's just so perplexing.
Who am I? It seems I can't even remember that... but of course! How did I expect to remember where and when was I if I can't even remember myself? It's impossible! I knew perfectly well who I am minutes ago, now I try my best to remember my own name...
Shattered memories assault me, they are too many they're so diverted I can't find them a meaning. It's like they were trying to point me out my past and present... bet they're still cold and distant.
Cold as metal...
The metal... What's with metal that makes me feel so eerie? What could metal have to do with me that thinking of it makes me feel secure but vulnerable as a lost child, at the same time? There's something in the coldness and hardness of the metal that makes me feel both, secure and vulnerable... Like in front of a friend or a foe.
I want to awake. The haunting visions are overwhelming me. I feel pain and fear...
Pain! An unbearable. Nearly physical twinge. Too much I can't even find words to describe it as it runs down all over my body, burning me, as if it was slashing my skin. What a horrifying torment!
It binds my soul, ensnaring me. Trying to kill me from the inside out always escorted by fear, a fear that goes beyond mortal proportions because I don't know what is hurting me. What I see in my mind, I can't understand.
It's just... gruesome
They are monsters, or so they look to be. No I'm wrong... They're demons! Worse than demons!
I want to wake up... I can't take it anymore
I need to wake up!!
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A loud noise made everyone in the CR Chamber flinch and turn their attention to the currently working recharge capsule. Ratchet walked slowly, fearing the worst in spite of his medical professionalism and looked through the crystal to the inside of the capsule. The small figure inside stared straight to his optics with an absent expression, which also suggested an exclamation and an interrogation at the same time. But there was something else in those eyes looking back at his own, something similar to a plea. What for? The medic shook his head and looked up to his comrades then focusing his attention on his leader, giving him a wide smile accompanied of a tired sigh.
—Good news, Prime. The human is fine. With the adequate attentions he will soon get reestablished and will be in the optimum conditions to get back home.—
Optimus smiled behind his battle mask and looked past the medic's shoulder to the capsule, watching the human boy as he scanned his surroundings (Or at least what he could see through the crystal) in total apprehension.
Spike and Carly were now standing beside the capsule with concern and Optimus realized the boy had not yet tried to either stand up or sit.—Ratchet, I think it'd be wise to open the capsule to give our new friend some degree of confidence.—
—As you command Prime.—Ratchet opened the capsule with some kind of a remote control and drew closer again this time followed by two curious Autobots: Bumblebee and Side Swipe.
—Well hello. I'm glad to see you're doing great.—Said Bumblebee in a perfect Spanish.
—So do I. You got us worried dude.—Side Swipe seconded.
The human looked at them from one to another, taking his head in both hands after a few seconds, closing his eyes as if some thing was hurting him. Spike then climbed to the capsule, bowing his body down until he was at eye level with the other boy.
—Calm down, fellah. I know Autobots do look like a bit weird but they're good guys. It's just a matter of getting used to them.—
The brunette eyed him in silence. For some reason escaping his comprehension he could not understand any of these beings, at least not in the way they were addressing to him. All this was so bizarre, some things he seemed to understand however his brain was still too lost to give significance to what he was seeing and hearing. He stood up slowly and only then he studied his wounded body, his obsidian-black eyes full of terror as he looked from his hands down to his feet and back. Positively, he was downright shocked. His mind was swirling. No, this couldn't be him! It was someone else for sure. He scolded himself; that was foolish. If what he was seeing in front of him was indeed his body, then it was he. But it still felt like not being himself! A weak, almost inaudible groan escaped his throat. Afterward he tried to talk, but the sounds coming from between his lips were nothing intelligible, only dull gibbers. He took his hand to his neck in shock. He couldn't talk! He struggled to talk in the only language that seemed appropriate to him but it was like his throat was not capable of producing the sounds he wanted to transmit. A whimper came from his mouth, suggesting a crush and he threw himself backwards to the capsule's bed, covering his face with both hands, crying.
—Perhaps he has amnesia.—Spike suggested descending from the capsule.
—Well I never saw that amnesia could make you forget something as basic as talking.—
—I'm not expert in human medicine, but there's a high possibility.—Ratchet was doing his best to comprehend his organic patient's situation. The computer's readings didn't report any severe damage to the encephalic structure, at least not one as significant to make the human forget how to talk. Before they even noticed, Carly was already helping the boy to slide down the capsule working as a support for him.
—Can you walk? C'mon! Give it a try! Just place one foot in front of the other.—When the blonde girl begin to move forward, forcing him to follow using his own legs, the result was that both fell backwards to the ground. The young man sat almost immediately rubbing the back of his head and got to his feet once more making another attempt of walking although he raised his leg with too much strength and fell again, butt-first this time, ending in a very comical pose as he suffered the pain on his butt quietly. His body was now loosening, making him look like a rag doll. He felt tired, defeated and overall, overwhelmed.
Side Swipe lifted him on his arm, looking at him to the eyes.—Relax buddy. Just wait until you're fully recovered. The you can venture to walk by yourself.—For a split second, a feeling akin to fury and indignation rose to the human, making him blush brightly. He took a long breath to calm himself down.
—Umm... excuse me...—Carly begun.—Well, I guess the new guy must look like some kind of a cute pet or something to you but... Cannot we at least dress him up!!—Her face red as a tomato. Everyone looked at each other with surprise. Optimus eyed Spike with interest:
—Spike, have you some clothes he could wear?—
Spike shook his head in negative.—I don't think so. He may be thinner than I am, but he is taller.—
The mechanical door to the Chamber slid open, Ironhide, Sparkplug and Raul walked past it.
—Greetings Prime. Ironhide told us about what happened in the jungle and I asked him to bring us here.—Sparkplug said looking in all directions.—Well, where's the new kid?—He looked upwards finding the object of his interest sitting on Side Swipe's forearm and smiled. On the other hand, Raul stayed behind engrossed and silent. He was not too talkative to any Autobots aside from Jazz and Blaster and of course, Tracks. Optimus stared at him with interest; it was evident that Ironhide hadn't hidden the pending issue about Tracks' disappearance. And also deducing the friendship they professed to each other Optimus immediately knew this notice had indeed affected the human.
—Yo, Raul. Man you look like slag! Or are we not worth enough a greeting?—Asked Blaster, in an attempt to bring back the human from his trance, in which he succeeded for Raul flinched at the mention of his name and received nothing but a slight nod as an answer.
On the opposite, the new human watched intensely in Raul's direction from his position in Side Swipe's forearm, he leaned forward a bit to get a better look. For as much as he wanted, he wasn't able to rip his eyes from him until Raul became aware of his contemplation and lifted his head up looking straight to his obsidian eyes and felt a chill running up his spine as he leaned his whole body over the Lamborghini's arm to hide himself. Side Swipe smiled and continued to listen to Ratchet, whom already had spent ten minutes explaining the latest event to Sparkplug.
All of a sudden, Raul raised his voice, not making any attempt to hide his harsh tone:
—You haven't yet told us anything about Tracks.—
Everyone looked at him anxiously, his eyes were as cold as those of a granite statue and yet there was something to them that could have made Megatron himself flinch. Silence gained the field. None of the Autobots knew what to say next.
—And? I'm waiting. Where is Tracks?—
—We... don't know what happened to him. We looked for him but it was useless. There was no sign of him.—Was Prime's bitter response.
—Big deal! I can't believe you gave up so easily!—Sparkplug and Spike were already trying to calm down Raul's burst of fury.—How could you abandon one of yours? Don't you give a damn about him?!—
—Raul... bro calm down! We did everything we could. Besides we weren't gonna leave this human die. Understand us, it was a tough decision for all of us. I don't know what happened to Tracks but... I hope he is doing fine.—
—Hope won't bring him back, Jazz.—Raul's eyes darkened however his fury had already diminished, he was now quiet and didn't say anything else.
Carly looked from Raul to the human who watched his surroundings in awe as a kid that's going to a carnival for the first time in his life and an idea lit up her mind, making her broke the ice.—Hey Raul, I think you'll be of great help.—
—What'cha talking about?—
—Our new friend here needs some clothes and... well... a "tourist guide" who could speak his own language...—In that moment, the young man stood up on all fours and crawled up the red Autobot's arm looking for a better place to sit but he lost balance and fell face-first to the ground. Everyone looked at him for some instants, not that they cared for any more wounds on his body and only smiled. Carly shook her head and continued:—...and someone who could teach him to behave like a human.—
—To be a babysitter? Are you out of your mind?! And how am I going to sustain him? I don't have the time to teach anybody how to do anything. I've got enough with those two!—He finished, pointing to Jazz and Blaster on a far corner.
—Please, do us that favor. He seems not to know English. And honestly, if we want him to behave like a human, we're not going to leave him in the Autobots' hands. No offense.—Said Spike trying to convince his friend.
—Weell... as long as he helps me in my business... as distraction if needed.—Raul walked to the other brunette who was still laying on the floor and kicked him in the ribs lightly.—Hey you. Stand up at once!—He kneeled and helped the other one to his feet carefully and the new human gave him a worn-out smile. For some odd reason, this unfriendly human was somehow familiar to him and he felt secure by his side.
—I'll take you to Sparkplug's workshop.—Side Swipe offered.
—We're coming with you!—Said Carly pointing to Bumblebee and Spike.
—This is no procession. We're not taking a Saint to the Vatican.—Raul murmured sharply while he helped the other teenager to tangle himself on a large piece of fabric (Which was actually used by Side Swipe to wax his armor and his brother's from time to time) and then to step into the Lamborghini.—I don't mean to be unkind. Both we'll be fine by ourselves.—Raul stepped inside the Autobot and closed the door turning his back to them. Side Swipe said good bye and rolled out the base.
—What a coarse guy.—
—He's not usually like that, Carly. It's just that the latest events have deeply disturbed him.—Replied Sparkplug placing a hand on her shoulder.—
—But that doesn't give him the right to---
—Don't get mad for nothing, baby.—Blaster cut her off.
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In their way back to the workshop, Raul remain bashful watching his companion from time to time. He thought he was a bit stupid sometimes and sighed in frustration at the thought of having to educate the boy until he could remember his past. Great, he would have suffered this torture gladly if he could at least talk. But even that seemed beyond him.
—It's gonna be the most thrilling experience in my life.—he muttered with sarcasm as he shifted his body a little.
—Don't be so pessimistic. He looks like a good fellah. And you can trust my word.—
—Ha,ha... trust a car's word... Well I gotta admit he's familiar to me in a way.—
—Then it won't be so hard for you to take care of him.—Side Swipe changed the direction abruptly stopping to a halt making both humans inside him to tumble like dolls. The human wrapped in the white fabric ended with his weight over Raul's body and laid there for an instant, feeling his face grew hot.
Raul helped him to sit back on his seat.—Focus on the road next time.—
—Sorry, I didn't saw that pothole.—
—That's why I told you. Next time you're gonna get us killed.—The human complained as he watched the other guy whose face was still bright red, trying to not turn his head to see Raul, black strands of hair covering half of his face. The brunette thought of someone else then, feeling like this estranger wasn't the one beside him; he shook his head in distress. The notice did affect me. I'm starting to imagine things... How silly.
They continued the rest of their way in silence. Side Swipe turned on the radio trying to relax himself and his occupants to no avail, so he turned his radio off after 15 minutes.
Peace descended over the Lamborghini's Spark when he left the two flesh creatures in front of the old building's heavy metallic gate.
—End of the road. I'll be back to base.—
—Thanks, man.—
—No prob—Side Swipe turned back.—Take care of that human! Otherwise I'll use you to soften my wheels.—The red sports car yelled to him before disappearing on a corner.
What a shame Side Swipe is not a human. Raul though as he kneeled to release the padlocks that kept the heavy gate closed. He'd surely have more patience for this guy. He partially opened the gate, leaving enough space for somebody to pass crouched and looked to his companion and wrinkled.
The other boy stood next to a blue Mustang that was taken to the workshop for repairs that same morning. One of his hands softly caressed the metallic surface from the trunk to the windshield, and then he watched his reflection on the crystal. The hand that rested on the vehicle wandered to his face, touching his chin with equal softness. The young man dropped himself and curled his body into a ball near the car. Cuddling slightly, his fingers touched the wheels almost reverently.
Raul sighed and looked in all directions, hoping no one saw what this guy was doing and walked straight to him, watching from above:
—Get up! What do you think you're doing laying there like a dog?—He bowed slightly and pulled him from the fabric he was covered in.—Stand up already. Leave that car alone.—The boy obeyed and got to his feet, looking straight to Raul's eyes, standing too close to him in what could be considered as a clear invasion of his personal space.
Raul felt like this stranger's obsidian eyes pierced through his mind and he moved his head to a side.—C'mon. We need to get rid of that old piece of fabric.—He placed his arm around the other boy's slender waist to help him walk.—You better not fell to the floor this time.—
The long-haired boy blushed as Raul helped him to enter the workshop and was lead to a dirty table where he was left by Raul as he went back to close the gate. The ither brunette followed him with his eyes, paying attention to every insignificant move the other made as if he was in a trance. Raul's voice made him come back to reality. Flinching, he faced him.
—I'll get you some clothes. Don't do anything weird. You understand? I-will-be-back.—The only response he got was a nod.
Now that he was left alone in the large area, the boy sat on the table and tossed the old white fabric to the floor. With unconfident hands he began to inspect his body; from his face to the neck and chest, then down to his stomach and further. Stopping abruptly he groaned and clasped his hands together, letting them hang loosely between his legs. He stared blankly to the cars parked inside the workshop. They looked like specters hiding in the shadows, silent and quiet as if waiting the moment to strike. He felt as if those specters were actually haunting him, waiting to rip his body apart, to kill him slowly.
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I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so lost. Nothing seems to be real, I feel like I'm living a nightmare...
I'm afraid. This body of mine... it's just... so... so... weak... This is not me. IT'S NOT ME!
Those lifeless figures in front of me... All those cold vehicles standing there are superior to me in many ways... and those... those beings... those cars were alive... they were like me... but made of metal...No, they weren't like me... for as much I'd wish them to. I envy them... there's something to them that makes me feel uncomfortable; as if they had something I've lost... But... what?
The cars... I'd wish to get away from them.
That's not true. I don't want to get away from them. I want to be one of them... to be like them...
I need to be one of them.
GODS WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ME?!
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Raul came back half an hour later with a bunch of new clothes he left on the table aside to his "chosen one" who looked at him in askance.
—What? Put that clothes on!—
The long haired boy grabbed a black shirt made of lycra and examined it, the shirt looked so small and he stretched it a bit, then watched his partner.
—Aww C'mon! Don't you come and tell me you don't have the slightest idea of how to put that on.—The long-haired young man blushed at this words and tried to put the shirt on himself. He first tried to fit his head on one of the arms' holes until five minutes later he found the correct way to wear the shirt. He felt somehow uncomfortable for it was too tight, or so he thought.
Raul watched him in amusement as he struggled to put his new clothes on correctly but the jeans were now a challenge he seemed not capable to overcome and fell face-first twice when he tried to wear them. Groaning in disappointment, Raul walked closer to the frustrated boy.
—Enough of the circus. Give me that you bird-head. Pay attention.—Raul kneeled in front of the boy and taking the jeans from the floor he moved one of his hands to grab the guy by an ankle and helped him to slip his lower leg inside the jeans and did the same with his other one and slowly slide the slacks up. Raul smiled at the irony, he had done this several times with many girls in the past but to the opposite. Dressing up someone, and a man nonetheless wasn't reasonable enough to him.
On the other hand, his "chosen one" watched him owlishly as his cheeks burned like the inferno. He trembled from his feet to his head, he felt his body stiff with anxiousness. Thoughts surrounded his mind in a whirlpool and he didn't heard all of what Raul was telling him:
----.... Manuel.—
The now dressed young man tilted his head to a side.
—I was telling you that you can't go around without a name. Animals can, but you don't. So I'll call you Manuel. It's an easy to remember name that even you can use.—
—Mmm... Mahn... Manuel...—
—Hey, you talked!—Said Raul patting him in the back. Manuel smiled at him.
Manuel... I suppose this will work to me... for now...000000
Awww Goddess... I didn't really like this piece that much... There's something about it that doesn't please me... Maybe I'll rewrite it later... Who knows...?
I named this new guy after the name of a person I loved too much. Today is November 2nd, the holy "Day of the Death" here in Mexico and naming my character after him is my tribute to my beloved death boyfriend who died last year.
BYE!! :)