Simply Fiction

by Neko no Dreama

The Decepticons return to face the Autobots twenty years after they lose at Mission City, yet they are not fighting alone. They are joined by a new race of humans that have been infused with their technology. It is no longer just their war...

2. Chapter One

Simply Fiction

Chapter One

A trickle of blood fell casually down her lips. The crimson staining the edges of her mouth. It was three o' clock. The usual time this occurred. The usual time the scarlet would mark her complexion of coffee. Stumbled along the ground, she would rub the remains of blood from her lips, like she would every three o' clock on school days. Lifting her head to the blurred figure above her. The tall slender Abigail -Gail, Abbie, whatever one would wish- loomed over her, snickering from the corner of her ruby lips - and, of course, the usual blonde stature that blocked her sunlight. The 'perfect' end to her day wouldn't be complete without the 'perfect' a-hole to ruin her view of the glistening halo of light.

This was El.

No, not the tall blonde, but the slumped over tiny existence of a girl, with the black tomboy hair and the large chocolate eyes. The one with the blood trailing down her chin as it warmed her tan flesh. The one in the black skirt and boots, with a button down white shirt and undone tie. Yes, this was El.

"...Must we go through this today, 'Abs...?" she whispered, harshly for her status, bringing herself to her feet, only to stumble back down as she was shoved, due to the firm posture of words as they flowed from her lips.

"What was that?" Abigail demanded, her pink fingernails curling about her hips as her chin was held high; vision shifted to the melancholy sight before her.

"Abigail," El corrected herself, shuddering as the sight of her blood droplets reached the tips of fingers from the point where she had tried to wipe away the scarlet that ruined her skin.

Finding this appropriate, the blonde giggled. The giggle that drove El crazy, the same giggle that chimed in the air as though they were wind chimes against the cool breeze. Kneeled over still along the gravel, El's knees dug into the particles of rock and dirt, the tiny bits diving sadistically into her flesh, manufacturing indents upon her skin. It was not until footsteps reached her ears, and, was she perking her head up toward the blonde above her, she would see the smirk twitch at Abigail's lips. El clutched her hands about the gravel, her palm curling firmly about the loose substance so that it leaked from in between her fingers.

It was a rather sad vision.

It was almost similar to life among the savanna. The gazelle cowered down beneath the massive lion, pleading in the most dismal method as scarlet stained its coat. This was the thought that crossed El's mind. She, of course, was the dreary gazelle. She too would've began to beg, were it not for the shadow she had noticed towering over her, from behind her frame. Brought from her dazed state of mind, she lifted her head to look to the lofty frame apart from Abigail.

Jaden.

Abigail's concubine, or at least would be if he did not hold male attributes. In the showering sunlight, he almost looked angelic with the beams of golden radiance that shone about his frame. Sparkling along his long honey hair that framed his face and just fell short of his shoulders. And he knelt down beside her. His large hands pressing around El's shoulders and lifted her body upwards to her feet. Those immense chocolate eyes that darted coldly from El's trail of blood that warmed her skin unnaturally to his owner's immense chortling.

Jaden took a breath and took a step toward Abigail, though, she was a rather tall prate, he somehow managed to still look enormous in comparison. He was still gorgeous, of course, but the fact he was a slave to Abigail made his angelic light dim partially, but it still shone nonetheless. He took a breath, and began to speak, "Abbie..." he began, in a voice deep and smooth, "why do you insist on torturing the school nerds?"

The angelic light and beauty suddenly vanished. Well, that was rather pleasant. He could've at least been a little subtle upon his opinion of El, as a 'nerd' he so called.

Abigail took Jaden's hands, both within her polished fingers, and she smirked still. The gloss of her lips shimmering in the light. Her hazel eyes marched along Jaden's expression, taking in the beauty before her. Before she spoke, she leaned upwards, pulling his hands down, and apparently, his entire frame as well, so that she managed to press her lips firmly to his. The light shone gloriously about the two, and their kiss seemed to make the place even immensely brighter. The bobbed haircut of Abigail's golden hair swayed and framed her face in the gentle breeze that caressed her cheeks.

El nearly gagged.

She broke away from the Greek god's lips, though, Abigail had ceased to release his hands and so she allowed her fingers to trail about his exotic ecru skin, "The same reason I insist on keeping your ass, you silly boy."

Jaden shook his head, though his expression had not changed from the inquiring that he had attempted to manage before he had found a tongue jammed down his throat. His mouth fell dry, and he cleared his throat, a small coughing noise emitted from the premises of his lips. He seemed...ambiguous - was that the proper term? Or maybe cryptic - no, no...not cryptic. Undetermined - yes that was it. Propping his head a bit more forward and closer to Abigail's face, he opened his mouth to speak, but rather then some form of words, he released a sigh and took her hand. For a moment, he did only this, holding her hand gently in his own lengthy fingers, but he then place his features into her neck, secreting them, as he, assumingly, nipped at her long neck.

Again, El almost hurled.

Though, he was shoved from her body. Abigail arched an eyebrow at him, and she stood, staring coldly to his puppy dog eyes. Her breath came in pieces, and her hair swayed in harmony to the distorted breaths she exhaled, "Not now, you ass..." she moaned, "Damn...Can't keep you off me for one second..."

Jaden's expression suddenly filled with a warm light, "...Aw...c'mon..." he pouted, however, his lips still danced with amusement, flickering coolly from disappointment to entertainment as he encircled his arms about her body.

Craning her neck upwards toward the God like emblem before her eyes, Abigail pinned her all-but-fragile fingers to his lips. His thin mouth, was warm to her skin, stirring odd satisfaction to her body, "No, no - be a good little mutt, besides...Our audience doesn't deserve to witness this anyway," as the words fell casually - so much it seemed impossibly natural - she shifted her foot against the gravel toward El's body. She was knelt down along the ground, regaining her belongings in her timid palms, as the panes of dirt were swiped toward her vision and along any of her exposed flesh.

Once El coughed the remnants of dirt particles from her lips, and brushing delicately the small spectacles apart from her summery skin. Her fingers ran along her arm and texture of her clothing, the feel appetizing some strange sense of annoyance. Lifting her head upwards, opening her mouth in protest, though no words ever exited from her mouth. No forms of disapproval left from her currently puckered lips. Jaden and Abigail had gone, bickering there love spat as they wandered away, hand in hand in taunting methods and elegant strolls.

Emitting a frustrated groan from her own lips, El gathered the remainder of her belongings and stood. She wobbled for a moment, nearly tripping on accord of her own two feet, as she always would. Though, ironically, El may of held book smarts and more, but she had very little in the graceful department. With a stumble along a transition of gravel to sidewalk concrete, she managed to get to her car - her trusty racing striped Camaro. It was parked neatly at the edge of the road, glistening and inviting as it waited for her, as always. Its golden and black hood sparkled endlessly against the halo of the sun. If there was anything El could be proud of, it was the fact that she had one kick ass car.

She slid herself into the safe boundaries of the Camaro. The leathery black interior inviting with its warmth as it always was. The caresses of the seat ran against her skin, as she lied back against the head of the seat, one hand clutching the handle at the door beside her. The scent...the luxurious scent of vanilla and chocolate was wafted to El's senses and she smiled faintly, but that was all. Only one smile that was protruded from her lips, but that was just enough for now. Once setting her bag upon the empty seat beside her, she dug into the pocket of her plaid skirt and brought a silver key to her vision. Running her fingers over the silver, El brought the small tool to the ignition and twisted it.

The Camaro purred to life. The vibrations of the vehicle sinking through the seats, and the warmth of it flooding to El's skins. Her heart raced for a moment in the cavities of her chest. Whether it was from the sudden roar of the engine or her escape of her usual 3 o' clock agenda was unknown... A bead of scarlet fell to her lap. At this, El, ran her hand along her chin and cheek, then brought her hand to her vision. It was not just the crimson bits of blood that stained the nibs of her fingers and palm, but clear liquid droplets that swerved along the markings of her hand. At this, El seemed suddenly surprised. Why was she...sobbing? The word made her cringe at how dismal she was, and how...sadly...correct Abigail had portrayed her. The vision of the gazelle and lion came back into view. No - El refused to believe this and she pressed her foot on the pedal of the car, beginning to drive down the road, desperately trying to ignore the sobs that were emitted from her eyes. Suddenly...the radio burst to life.

'Hey, don't write yourself off yet. It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on. Just do your best, do everything you can. And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say. It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride (over, and over). Everything, everything it'll be just fine (over, and over). Everything, everything it'll be alright (alright).'

If this occurrence did not already happen often, El would've have declared some form of surprise - widened eyes, a jolt in her posture...but she was still, her eyes placed on the black cement river ahead of her. The music billowing from the radio so suddenly was as common an occurrence as breathing itself. The vibrations...the words...It was all so usual for El as the judders that pulsed through the mechanics of the vehicle swerved down the spine of her body. It was the same; the same as each day. The scent of candies, the unexpected outbursts from the radio...the sensation and vague remembrance of her parents.

The Camaro slowed to a stop; smoothly just inches before the vehicle's bumper beyond it. El looked down to the wheel, not quite recalling pressing the breaking pedal underneath her foot, but, in contrast, she did not complain about her absent memory. For, if she did not come to such a steady halt, the front of her precious Camaro would have wrecked against the tiny Volkswagen beetle in front of her. El then glanced about, first to her hands, to discover that her knuckles had become a pale white as the skin stretched along the bone. Her fingers were curled tightly - roughly - about the leathery wheel and it was this that frightened her; not the statement of nearly wrecking her Camaro, but that she held a death grip upon the wheel.

Prying her cold fingers from the wheel, El leaned her head out the open window. She craned her head to analyze how badly the traffic had become today...and a loathsome moan escaped her lips. There, just beyond the tiny beetle, a plentiful of cars trailed into the city. Their lights flashed mercilessly at one another's sides, colliding with the beeps and honks that emitted from the midst of the vehicle's chests, stinging El's eardrums as her head was set just outside and against the brushing wind that caressed her cheeks. Her eyes squinted as her vision plunged to the edges of the traffic, but, as hard as she pushed her senses, she could not view the end of the onslaught of cars that were piled just behind each other. Only miles of cars...bumper to bumper...each waiting to pursue the journey to wherever it is they planned to travel.

This would be quite a long wait...

Several cars down, much closer to the dazzling lights of the city, a large semi truck sat. Its metal skin was decorated in blue and crimson flames, shining magnificently against the radiance that flooded its hard corners and edges. The sun's threatening heat sinking through its window, seeping to its drivers flesh within; warming her copper skin as it massaged through the texture of clothes. The female sat, annoyance written in her white eyes, as they pried through the never-ending line of vehicles just ahead. Her hands gripped the wheel strenuously, so that the skin on her fingers went an off white. Lips exhaling a lament, she spoke to no person, only to the cool air that cycled about the front of the truck.

"Screw this damn traffic..." she growled, "...In a second I'm going to rampage straight through this...Fuck these stupid non-moving cars...Fuck this damn catering business. I can manage just fine without their stupid salary. I - "

Before she could finish, the radio purred for a moment, skimming the stations, before proclaiming music from its vibrating speakers.

Calm down...Calm down...baby just calm down...(calm down)...

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" shouted the enraged female, but her grip loosened and her eyelashes fluttered as she thought. A sigh was unbidden from her mouth, "Great, Jay...You're talking to a semi."

Yes. Jay. That was her name. Or rather, she would write it as 'J.A.Y.' in initials along any form of parchment. What they stood for? No one quite knew, only that they hid her blood's official name, so that only one would know if she whispered it from her own set of lips adorned with glimmering gloss. Her oddly colored hair fell from her shoulders, loosely in strands of dark pink. That's right, pink... Dipped with black along the ends; like multicolored lace, undone and skimming her jacket covered back. It was punk; the style of her clothing. A tight, revealing sort of punk so that it was represented as almost sluttish. Chains dangled from her more-then-short-enough skirt, framing her fishnet-armored thighs. They tug and shone in the halos of light magnified through the window of the truck.

Her knuckles were still clutched, still an odd color of white - a contrast to her outlandish skin. She groaned and slammed her head along the steering wheel, sliding her hands near the edges. The dense texture somehow was relaxing against her slender fingers, her nails dug into the bits of the wheel, as Jay's eyes suddenly shut with demise. She growled. It built up in her chest, rumbling softly in the corridor of her torso, building into her throat so that she almost coughed out the bellow of repugnance. It threatened its exit from Jay's shining lips, but she looked up, her mouth and below hidden behind the wheel she clutched with such force it nearly stung her palms. She stared. Just stared at the boundless calamity of honking automobiles. The sight made her sick and she lifted her body to lean back against the head of the seat, so that the light shone against her from the window. There, in the illumination of the sun, through the thick material of the window, was the thick discoloring of burns stained along her lips and chin.

It was an odd color of peach where the markings of burns were pronounced. They were different, yes...And much obvious along her fabulous tan skin, but it didn't change her features. Despite the scarred tissue framing the lower half of her face, she still held an exotic beauty, that none could take from her. A strange beauty that would mystify every person to encounter her injured features. Jay was a rare black flower. A flower picked of just a few of its petals, but this did not make her any less of such a flower.

Prying herself from her thoughts, Jay suddenly clutched her fists and slammed them against the dashboard. They made a small banging sound as they came in contact with the hard surface and her lips suddenly spoke for themselves, "DAMMIT!"

And, as if her words were some form of magic, a spiral of fire sprung from the depths of the city just at the edge of Jay's vision. Where the endless line of cars dove into, sat the city, seemingly innocent, but the burst of flames spoke otherwise. It rose in billows of smoke, but through these depths of clouded gray, literally, a spiraling twister of crimson flames sprouted. Just in one instant, and in just one other instant later it vanished into the confines of the afternoon sky. A crystal blue that swallowed the illumination of red. A firework, was Jay's first assumption, due to the way it swayed in such a pattern to be engulfed into the pillows of white hovering just above. The towers and buildings that surrounded the sudden explosion, suddenly seemed insignificant in comparison to such a dazzling sight. Dazzling, was it? Perhaps, but something more seemed to be driven into it. Something that Jay seemed to understand. And suddenly she wished, more then air itself, that the traffic would divulge into the pits of death.

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What was the source of such a bizarre vision that brought Jay's skin to run unusually cold, you may ask? The answer was simple. So obvious that it seemed just too easy. However, not many would consider this answer, no matter how blunt it was presented. Considering it foolish...If this was so, would each human to view this sight be considered clinically insane? Each person of hundreds to be pulled to the confines of a mental hospital? To many, that would be considered foolish. After such a date in history, during the time of our parents, the only fools were those who did not trust their own past. If you ever did ask of this event, they would all recall the war. The war placed upon our planet that was not meant against our own. It was their war placed along our world.

The thoughts. The history. It sometimes brings shudders to the reminders that seldom dawns along our crumpled memory. It was during this substance of time, that a new species was created. Mechas. Such a race, was thought to be impossible, at least until the government had decided to interfere. Setting their perimeters along certain boundaries of land, they picked at the injured and those nearing death. With their knowledge of the alien race that previously took refuge along our planet, there intertwined and began their experimentation.

This source of the swelling flames. This...Mecha, was one such subject.

She stood at the perch of an open window upon the tenth floor of a towering building. Her chaotic grin punctured rather insanely as others watched in both awe and horror. In the midst of havoc portrayed through the shambles of the city, she laughed. It was emitted from her lips in an obvious deranged tone, echoing against the walls of each looming building. Sparks of fire erupted from the roots of the tower she stood upon. It surged through the constitution, clinging to the walls and windows; heating its boundaries and supports, threatening its very existence. At this, the young girl found amusement, clinging to the edges of the open window, chortling at the flames that sprung about her stature. Her short locks of gold and blue swung about the edges of her entertained features, while her eyes were shut close, secreting the chestnuts behind them. Her body was adorned in cords and mechanics, human flesh and alien gizmos.

This was a Mecha.

This one in particular was modeled after a calculator, so it seemed; a very manic one at that. Like most other Mechas, she was a tiny being; her metal armor shining in the dazzling fire that danced about her body. After just a moment, she opened her eyes; her eyelashes batting as the sun interrupted her vision. Her sight darted from one end of the shouting people below her to the other. Another giggle escaped her lips, as if she was a child of five. And she jumped. Her legs sprung from the very tip of the window as she plunged to her supposed doom, but death did not prevail. Quite the opposite, she landed, several feet below, securely along the cement. At her sight, the humans ran from her. Fearing it. Frightened of it. This, of course, was expected.

"Ah, please!" the female Mecha declared and she swung her arm into the air, the metal glistening with each bead of blood that engraved itself along her armor. Then, in an instant too quick for human eyes, the end of her arm began to be engulfed by mechanics. Electronic cords darting in and out of her flesh, until the lower limb of her arm had formed a sort of cannon. And, again, she shot a spiraling 'firework' from her arm/gun. In the same method as before, it twirled like a ballet dancer and in just one other moment it vanished into the white cotton balls hovering deep within the sky, "I just wanna play with someone!"

Her face was contorted into some sort of pout as she looked to the surroundings about her. Segments of rock and brick were scattered along the ground. Droplets of scarlet gathered along the concrete, rivers swarming into puddles from the same source of massacred humans. What was left alive ran like hell, screaming whatever they could manage from their already strained lungs. At this, the Mecha found it odd, and tilted her head, her other arm forming into another status of a cannon similar to the other, "You wimps! We were just starting to have fun!"

In just one instant, she shot two more flares into the sky, one from each cannon. They sparkled and dazzled into the silent sky. The peaceful clouds that watched in a hush, without a form of remorse. Merely watching and waiting for the end of this act to play out. It was odd to see such tranquility sleeping just above this place of havoc and despair.

And as the sky swallowed the beams of fireworks, there was a clash. No, not a clash of thunder, but it might as well have been from the distinct sound that fell from the air, or was it from the crater that now perched silently in the center of the road. A deep and wide hole just set in between the cluster of buildings. Smoke swerved from the tips of its rigid edges. A small humming sound was emitted from the core of the implanted atrium in the ground. It was barely audible to human ears, but, on the contrary, the female Mecha now stood in a daze, her pupils dilated as she stared. Her arms formed back to human limbs as she continued to gawk at the basin. The calculator like buttons at the sides of her waist and positioned roughly about her thighs and rib cage, began to glow a bright cerulean. The illumination was pronounced dimly in the burning light of the sun, peeking from behind the pillows of white.

A piercing shattering was declared. Windows of vehicles abandoned on the cracked street, exploded to fragments. With a 'ting' sensation of sound whispering to the air, the minims of glass tumbled to the ground. There was an odd silence now. The screaming had ceased and all that was portrayed through the feeling of absent oxygen was murmurs and the crackling of flames. Each crackle and pop was pronounced so strangely clear to human ears, and yet, the Mecha remained silent, staring so intently at the crater that had ruptured in the center of the downcast road. Mutely, the Mecha watched, not daring to speak, though, the decor along her armor vaguely radiated a lush color of blue, still. Small sparks were emitted from the wires wrapped about a few of her limbs, but this was dim and barely noticeable...at least in comparison to her eyes. They were merely dilated, this was all, but there was an off set about the lining around it. The small creases as they were widened, and the sensation of burning in the pits of her chestnut irises.

Then, in an instant too fast for organic eyesight, there was a blur, a gust of wind. It was odd, this brush of wind... Very faint and oh so light as it caressed the Earth, and yet, the satisfaction it allowed was all too obvious. The Mecha's arms were now locked behind her, her limbs somehow contorted into some form of knot. Her body was limp and her head was bobbed toward the ground, the strands of hair falling at her cheeks, tracing its ends along the peach of her skin. Legs partially slipping toward the ground, though, her arms were firmly held at her delicate wrists. A touch of smirking lips reached her ear, and a silky male voice whispered to her, "You're slipping, dear Claire..."

It was a tall male Mecha, his body slender and his exposed muscles long and relaxed as it slid over his brilliant skin. His color of flesh was difficult to explain...A light color of tan, so that it was almost considered a form of peach, and yet it still held some form of exotic persona about it. The eyes that darted over the edges of her, Claire's, face were an odd color of white, almost as if the very edges of his iris and pupils had succumbed to death, and yet...the shade of his eyes were abnormally beautiful. The strands of his short onyx hair flowing at the edges of his eyelashes, dancing and intertwining with one another in the most curious way. His grip was clutched so firmly to Claire's wrist, that you would think they would snap any moment. The armor that draped his flesh was, amusingly, based after a game system known as the Game boy Advanced SP. The metallic metal covered his ears as well in a form of headphones, allowing his eardrums to be placed immune to the high pitched squeal of humming still emitted from the depths of the crater.

"Jacob...quit provoking the captive," sighed a gentle female voice, even in irritated tones, there was form of gentle endearment wrapped about the words.

Jacob, as he was now called, lifted his head and a manner of disappointment was spread along his features. His lips curled into a tiny frown as his eyes found another two females - another two Mechas -that now presented themselves at the edge of the gaping, humming, hole. At this vision, Jacob spoke to the girl to the right, the one who had spoken previously, "Just making sure she was aware of her falling standards, Claudia."

She - Claudia - sighed. Her long black curls fell to her lower back, rare and random streaks of red, blue, green, and orange spread evenly about her hair; the colors of the Play station logo. As her hair suggested, her armor and body wear consisted of PS2 inspired metal. As she folded her slender fingers together and held them in front of her puckered lips, her light skin nearly glowing in the light. She had to squint her eyes closed for a moment, in a sense of holding her anger, but they soon opened, revealing pools of glowing cerulean, "Falling standards aside...Felicia has analyzed the full capacity of Claire's course of destruction..."

Claudia motioned toward the small being beside her as she stated the name 'Felicia' (she too, like Jacob and Claudia wore a set of headphones along her ears, blocking the piercing sound). Felicia was smaller then most, barely reaching the height of five feet, so it seemed. For a Mecha, she did not look the part, so said her tiny arms and legs, but, despite this, she was covered in an armor of, most suitably, a computer mouse. Felicia's feet were pointing to one another as her voice began to speak, though, surprisingly it was rather firm and clear, "Yes, Claire has destroyed an estimated 70.6 percent of the northwest part of the city...The damages I believe are going to be rather costly for the humans here. I suggest we leave some sort of donation in their benefit."

"Donation?" Jacob repeated in disbelief, his jaw dropped and his words were strained, "What do you mean 'donation'? We got rid of the cause of destruction, shouldn't that be enough?"

At Jacob's words, Felicia did not move an inch, she only stared at his face, her expression unchanging, "Perhaps, but we were supposed to stop her before she even reached one mile outside city limits and in that sense, we did not successfully complete our job."

"Details...who needs them," sighed Jacob, cringing, and now only holding Claire's wrist with one of his large hands; his fingers curling firmly about them.

In a moment, Claudia was to say something. Some form of remark to Jacob's immature behavior that he twisted to his words, yet, they never came. Instead, her eyes widened and her breaths skipped a few inhales when she realized the sudden decline of humming. It sputtered and winded, gasping for air before the intimate noise finally fell to death, the crackling of the immense flames taking its place. Claudia shuddered and shakes ran up and down her spine, "...I believe...that we have a problem."

Before a single word could respond, before a single scream could be emitted, Claire suddenly burst to life once more. Her eyes resumed to its usual demonic chestnut brown, though they creased to a scowl, her expression twisting and forming into a manner of hate. As her hands were still gripped by Jacob's rough palm, the limbs of her arm formed to cannons once again. The wires circulating her elbows down to the nibs of her fingers. There was a gentle purr and vibration in Jacob's hand, before a large beam of blue was ejected from the ends of her previous arms. At the force and heat of the energy emitted, Jacob recoiled backwards and cringed, the sheer heat singing the metal on his arms. He lifted his head up to Claire, who had begun bounding back up the side of the building she had come from.

"Dammit! C'mon, Claudia, we gotta catch her before she gets out of bounds!" Jacob demanded, the features on his face developed to some form of grimace and he was already prepared to set off.

A nod was pronounced from Claudia and she motioned after Jacob, though, she turned her head toward Felicia, "Monitor her along the city limits, Fe`. She can't get too far if she's being watched."

Some motion of agreement was expressed from Felicia's stature. Finding this suitable, Claudia bounded off, scaling the same building that Claire had just seconds before. Her hair flowed behind her as she ran up the edges of the tower with such agility that did not seem at all human, but, of course...She wasn't exactly human to begin with.

Just within the same moment of time, just before Jacob had joined his comrade to track the immoral Mecha. A flamed truck pulled into the scene, halting, just feet before the immense hole that sat peacefully in the center of the city. Jay was leaned over, rubbing the side of her head and her expression was partially pained. She looked up, her hands gripping the wheel still. Several other vehicles had pulled up beside her, arriving from the still incoming traffic. Unlike her, they did not stop, but continued on through the rubble in a desperate way to continue to their destination. Within moments, Jay's dead eyes ran across to Jacob. Her heart stopped, she could've sworn. For an instant, her hands had stopped shaking as spare strands of hair ran at the edges of her face. She squinted her eyes at the male Mecha and just stared.

He noticed...

...And offered a smile back before whisking into the air after his partner, electrical cords trailing from his body and vanishing, engulfed into the emptiness in the same manner the sky swallowed fire.

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Jay lied in the front seat of her truck. Silently. Her breathing shallow as it moved unnoticeably up and down and yet she did not sleep. The glow of the moon fell through the windows of the truck. She would refuse to go inside; to wander to the confines of her bedroom just three feet away. Instead, she rested here, in a semi truck upon her driveway. Illumination fell along her skin, her complexion shining dimly in the radiance. She squinted toward the top of her truck as she lay. Her hand had fallen over the edge and skimming the gentle feel of the floor. Jay's fingers uncurled a bit, relaxing to the odd sensation of the ground.

And so she thought. Thought of the serene smile she had been given by that odd boy. How familiar his face seemed...The white of his eyes - her eyes - as they met over the destruction. She could feel his breath, though he was several feet away. She could smell his scent, even though he was not within a decent grasp of her vision...and yet, she could feel the beat of his heart as it thumped in its chest and up his throat. How his chest moved as he breathed, up and down in rhythm to his heart. It was odd. Perhaps, it was too unnatural for these thoughts to run through Jay's mind. She shuddered and pushed the ideas from her head, and still, it was as if she could feel his breath along her cheek and smooth silk of his hair as if it would have touched her cheek. Yes. It was odd. Her eyes shut roughly and she clutched the edge of the seat and through this, her one hand still touched the edge of the ground and it was if she could hear a pulse through the vehicle...As if it was breathing...as if...

And her mind drifted to the vision of her dreams.

Without a single human motion, without one organic touch, the truck purred to life. Its engine revving gently as the warmth of its own heater began to fill the confines of the automobile. The chill of the moon, in a sense, no longer existed; only the tepid vibration that ran through the seat of the vehicle. Again, its engine revved, a bit more loudly, but calm enough in order to let Jay continue her peace in her sleep. The pedal then pushed itself, the reverse set, as it backed from the driveway and down the black river of cement. To where, Jay would not care, as long as she was caressed by its sympathetic calidity that swerved through the resonance of the vehicle and allowed her to slumber peacefully without bother.

The truck did just that, continuing on toward the void of black that was the night.

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Without a sign of commotion, El flipped through the television, her fingers set gently along the remote as she was sprawled along the bed. Her body was positioned along her stomach as she tilted her head with curiosity upon the television. Same thing on each channel, only labeled differently each time as it was flashed along the screen in brilliant color:

'Terrorists attack!'

'Weirdoes destroy city!'

'Aliens invade!'

At this point, El had moaned with annoyance, her lips pursed with aggravation. She lifted her fingers to the tip of the remote and once more pressed the channel button, going forward upon each screen that was presented. She stared for a moment. Another news channel, and, of course, this one was no different. In particular the screen was labeled in vibrant crimson 'Robot strangers, so says onlookers!'. This was a new one. Robots. The thought was ridiculous and she stifled a small laugh, keeping the channel up for just a few more moments, watching the gray haired newscaster report, as was his job.

"...The robots have fled the city, chasing after one another, however, they seemed to have reacted to this particular noise just before they had left," he announced firmly and the screen flashed...the strange humming noise was pronounced firmly through the TV...

The remote clashed to the ground, El stumbling behind it. Her body shook. The noise...how could they possibly play such annoyance along the channel? It pierced her ears, her eardrums throbbing menacingly. It was as though a jackhammer was pressed against her skull. It stung, it was as though her head was to explode. Her breathing was rapid and her pupils dilated and her body singed from the sheer pitch of the noise.

Then it was over.

Her breathing resumed to its usual status, it took a moment, however. El looked up and stared at the television and she hurriedly scrambled to the off button. For a moment, she only stared at the black vision of the screen. Her eyes dove into the void, trying to find some reason. Some answer to her behavior. She then shook again, chills running down her skin so that her hair stood on end. Her head throbbed vaguely, as she found herself clutching to the TV, the smooth emptiness somehow comforted her; though, she stumbled back to her feet. Placing a hand to her head, El thought rapidly for a moment. Something was off. Was she sick? Yes, that must be it... Some sort of serious disease. That was the reason for her strange manners. She could not return to school tomorrow, not in her condition at least...She needed her phone. She had to call the school and report that she will be absent for the next few days. Quickly, perhaps too rapid, El looked to the edges of the room. Where had she put her phone? Not in her room...Had she even brought it to her room? No, and nor was it on her body. Then it hit her.

Her Camaro.

It was minutes, possibly seconds that El's distraught figure had wandered to the driveway, adorned in a bright green robe that hugged her stature. The smooth fur like texture caressed her body in the chill of the night, the wind rubbing against her cheeks so that they were blushing pink from the evening frost. Her eyes fell to the golden car. At the sight, she very nearly gasped. It was surprising; even in such dismal weather, how spectacular it looked in the moonlight. The gleam of the sky ran along its hood, reflecting back against the endless blanket of sparkling black, a decor of glistening beads shining for, what seemed, the Camaro itself. Was El worthy of such a dazzling machine?

She shook her head, the chopped black strands going back and forth against the edges of her face. It was almost like the texture of lace as it graced her features. El literally staggered to the car, placing her palms along the sides of it, she recoiled for a moment as the chill ran through her palms and stung her fingers. It was a moment before she regained her composer and placed her fingers about the handle of the car door. She quickly swung the door open; it did not make single noise, only a small hush of air that passed. She leaned down and glanced for her phone. She sighed; she'd have to crawl and dig for it, she knew. So, within moments, she set herself on all fours upon the front car seat, searching for her precious phone, and in just another few instances of time...the door slammed shut behind her.

El's head instantly shot up, looking behind her toward the now closed door. She was still upon her hands and knees, her fingers now clutching the leather in panic. Who had shut the door? The thought made her shudder. Had someone been following her? Stalking her? A tone of panic occurred and she went to reopen the door, however, as her fingers reached for the silver handle, the lock was activated. The familiar clicking as the slender silver lock went into its place. Her breath collapsed for a moment and her nails dug at the lock, in a lost attempt of prying it open. Her body then shuddered as she felt the engine purr to life, the familiar, and now unfriendly vibrations that shot through the seats of the car. Her expression twisted into something of bewildered distress as she could feel her body resume shaking, and she pulled at the lock once more; fingers reddening from the force she was trying to open it as her heart raced.

"Let me the fuck out you Satan Camaro!"

The vehicle did not obey, but instead began its drive down onto the road. El watched in horror as her house began to drift away and she continued to struggle at dismantling the door, her breathing hastened as she still continued in her struggle, while, instead of obedience, the radio began to play; a cluster of songs booming from its speakers.

"-You can trust me. Trust - " "-Do your dance trust me or trust again-" "Trust in me in all you do. Have the faith I - "

El stared for a moment, and, though, hesitantly she released her firm grip along the handle door. She still shook and she now clutched the leather seat with more rough a way then she had ever before, sweat drizzling timidly from her temple. The car's engine seemed to heighten with sound, as if amused at her actions, and the radio began again.

"-So thank you for being behind me"

A shiver was perched over El's body, and this only allowed her nails to dig even deeper, causing small puncture holes in the lining of the seats fabric. Her car was talking to her through radio; of course it happened before, but she had never considered it communication only coincidence. Her heart was beating wildly and she stayed in one corner of the car, putting her feet under her and keeping her body as far in this one corner as possible. The Camaro did not respond, its radio now silent as it drove down the street. Though El still gasped in some form of panicked breathing, her body had relaxed partially; not as tense as it had previously been. Of all the drives she had taken in this machine, this drive would be possibly the most interesting of all.

A number of minutes had surrendered to the fragments of time, as the flame painted truck reached the edge of an empty football stadium. Very rarely did Jay stir, however, as the vehicle hit a small bump, her eyes opened partially; squinting at the blurred view of her vision due to her drowsiness. Vaguely, did she feel the strange sensation of the Earth passing beneath her as the tires rolled down to the cement and making its way through the tunnel toward the emerald field. For a moment, she lifted her head, her eyesight slowly being regained. Jay turned her head partially to the window; the nights chill no longer affecting her. Her expression was unchanging, still dazed characteristics took hold of her face; lips curved downward at the edges and her eyes not open, but neither closed fully. Her white eyes then took notice of the moving environment that passed just beyond the glass of the window. Jay stared for just a few more seconds before resuming her slumber on the warmth of the seat.

Another small bump was declared, as the large truck drove onto the field. Beads of dew along the emerald blade glistened, small reflections being held in the miniscule droplets that were placed delicately along each patch of grass. As the truck made its way along the field, particles of dirt being thrown to the side as its wheels passed through to the center of the stadium. It came to a steady halt and the engine went silent, the pleasurable purr now dead in the brushes of wind that passed. The door of the truck suddenly swung open with a click, somehow louder then it would usually be. At the shift of the door, Jay once more resumed consciousness; though, her expression was still the same as previously detected. Tired and indolent. She sat up, reaching for the door to secure herself, but there was nothing there, for it was already swung open to its widest, allowing her to grasp only the sensation of air. Her body shifted over a bit too far, still unknowingly reaching for the handle, but it never came. The weight of her body transferred over to the emptiness outside, and, without much awareness, she fell out of the truck and onto the grass beneath, the grass breaking her fall as it winded down her fallen body.

A small moan of detest escaped her lips, "Ow..." she whispered and curled into a ball along the grass, clutching the blades and attempted to resume her slumber with irritation clearly written in her posture.

As the groan was announced dimly from her lips, a separate revving of an engine was announced clearly through the silence of the stadium. Stirring the hush of the sky, particles of dirt and grass were shoved aside as a gleaming yellow and black Camaro skidded to the field. It turned abrasively, clumps of green and brown being thrown from underneath its tires blunderingly aside. Deep tire tracks were pronounced along the once sparkling green grass, where the Camaro had trudged through. As it swerved about the center of the field, just a few feet difference from the truck. It made another squeal from the black of its tires as it again made an abrupt turn about the field. As it made this twist within the stadium, clumps of brown continuing to be upturned, it clicked open its door. As the vehicle was still rounding, its engine still growling in the mechanics of the automobile, little El was literally shoved from the boundaries of the car and stumbled onto the ground.

She blinked, confused for a moment, and until she had enough knowledge to resume her panicked actions from earlier. El scrambled to her feet, her breathing intense as she turned to face the now halted Camaro just a yard or so in front of her. Without much thought to her actions, she stared at the Camaro and crossed her fingers into a cross in front of her as she began to back away, "GET. THE FUCK. AWAY FROM ME. YOU SATAN CAMARO FREAK!"

Upon her words, the engine revved a bit louder and whirs and mechanics were pronounced as, before El's eyes, her once precious Camaro began to change. The contorting of metal as it snapped and separated, wires clinging to the body of the automobile as clicking and electronic sounds were declared through the field. Her heart thumped, and her body shook in fear as El craned her neck upwards now. Its golden metal shone in the light of the moon, still as spectacular as it stood in her driveway. Frost framed parts of its mechanics and technology that made up the sum of its immense frame. There it stood, upon two legs, seventeen feet high in the center of the football stadium. The wind about it seemed to cease as it came in contact with its callous exoskeleton. It was no longer a simple Camaro, but a colossal alien robot.

"Oh...my...god."

El's words came strained and forced as she looked up to the metal being before her. She backed away, shaking nervously as she simply stared upwards. She was entranced, and yet, fear engulfed in her in a series of shakes that rolled up and down her arms. She took a breath, her throat dry. She backed up a bit more, taking a few steps until she stumbled backwards upon Jay.

Jay moaned and muttered in detest, her words drowsy with annoyance, "...Get...off me..." she griped, her eyes shut as she clutched to the grass. Her body still sprawled along the field in a desperate attempt of continuing her slumber.

El did not respond, but instead scrambled to her feet quietly, turning her body away from her now robotic Camaro. She was still shaking, as she massaged her temples and shut her eyelids forcefully, "...All right, Gabriella...You're dreaming, that's all...There is no giant Satan Camaro behind you. You're sleeping in your bed at home and your car is not the spawn of Satan coming to get you."

"Bumblebee."

The word came firm to her ears. It had a tint of mechanism hidden in the voice. Her heart thumped in her throat and she turned around to face the robot, and she once more nearly had fallen back down. It had kneeled down along the grass and knelt over so that it was a bit closer to eye level, now only a foot or two from her face. El gulped, her throat still throbbing dry, "E-excuse me...?"

For a moment, the 'Camaro' did not say a word, looking off for a moment at the flamed truck that still sat silently aside just beside the tired Jay curled upon the field's grass. It then looked back to El and continued, "Bumblebee...My name - not 'Satan Camaro'."

At this, El could not speak, only inhale and exhale heavily in silence. She stared; her eyes wide and she said nothing. No comment including the word 'Satan' left her mouth once she realized 'Bumblebee' was now speaking to her...her car...Her once ordinary Camaro, then again, it was never normal in the sense that it would randomly turn the radio on as it pleased according to the moment. At her hush from her now white lips, Bumblebee looked to the slumbering Jay. She too was silent, comfortable in her position against the soft grass that she rested upon. Then, he, Bumblebee, looked to the truck, "Optimus...Maybe you should do something about the girl, there."

As this was declared, the truck's engine was pronounced, and in the same manner as Bumblebee's transformation, its blue and crimson metal began to shift. It whirred in the same sense as the engines strained itself, as a larger frame had occurred in the stadium, much more immense then Bumblebee. As its tires, metal, and electrical being repositioned itself, its skin of blue shone upon the metal. Similar to Bumblebee, there stood a grand robot, reaching to a frightening height of twenty-eight feet or so, which, of course, made El even more uneasy as her lips continued to shake.

The robot, Optimus, kneeled down to the sleeping Jay. His large body hovering over her as he watched, his ample shadow looming over her, in comparison, miniscule frame. Optimus's cerulean eyes glowed in the midst of the night, set upon the tiny human before him. He shook his head, and scooped up Jay into his metal hand. She fit neatly in his palm and resumed to stand, speaking rigidly aloud, "Jasmine Alyssa Young, correct?"

Jay stirred at the name and her fists became clutched, "Do not...ever...call me that name...It's Jay...J.A.Y...." she muttered, her eyes forced shut with detest, though, with a groan, she lifted her head up and looked to see who had said her loathed name. She blinked, and stared, "...I have to stop eating sushi before bed..."

At this, Optimus stared. He was bewildered for an instant at her choice of words, and the processors in his head whirred diligently as he analyzed her words. He brought his free hand to his forehead, thinking over the idiocy of Jay's words. And he sighed - could giant robots sigh? Jay had to ponder that as she stared back into his large bright eyes, the glow of blue illuminating the metal that creased around the edges of the sight that anatomized her body. Optimus, now, began to speak again in his deep mechanic voice.

"Jay," he started, "This is not a figment of your thoughts. I am Optimus Prime. We are 'Autobots', autono-"

"Autonomous robotic organisms," El suddenly mouthed softly in her timid, cracking voice. She was huddled in a corner away from the immense robots, and, though she stood, she was slumped over with her arms crossed loosely like a cross over her chest, as if a pathetic way to barricade herself from the immense beings.

Both Bumblebee and Optimus shifted their heads to look at her, and immediately El recoiled back a bit further, slouching over even further then she was already positioned, continuing silence in stammers, "f-from....Cybertron. Erm...r-right?"

Her words caught them off guard for a moment, but soon Optimus answered with a nod, "That is correct," he shifted his vision back to Jay in his palm, "Jay"(he pronounced the name firmly as to make sure she would not become upset again), "We are here to make you aware of the sudden uprising of 'Mechas' on your planet and to inform you of your bloodline and current 'DNA compilation'."

At this point, Jay shrugged, and repositioned herself in the center of Optimus's hand. She whispered to herself so that it would not reach the robot's hearing sensory, "Well, Jay, it is only a dream. Might as well go along with it..." she cleared her throat and now spoke up, "'DNA compilation'?"

For a moment, it seemed as though hesitation had struck the two Autobots, though, Jay waited until Optimus once more spoke, the mechanics in his voice were declared a bit more roughly, "You're molecular structure is composed of the normal status of all Earth humans, but it has been modified to contain implements not found on your planet."

Again Jay stared.

Her face was twisted into a serious matter of bewilderment and her words stumbled out of her mouth clumsily, "molecular what-what, now...?"

This time, Bumblebee spoke up in place of his superior, "Both you and Gabriella are -- "

A burst of piercing sound exploded into the air, a high-pitched whistle as a jet zoomed through the sky. Smoke billowing behind it from the force of its engine protruded into the night. It crisscrossed above the stadium in odd patterns, its sheer force of energy advancing as its wings pressed against the chill of the night. Both El and Jay stared into the midst of the sky, entranced at metal bird that glided through the air with such intensity it did not seem possible and for a moment it didn't. El watched from the corner of the stadium, still in her shaking stance. Her eyes widened as her stomach dropped. The jet was tilting now, circling the top of the field like a vulture. It eased downward a bit, slowing on its engines for a moment, as though it were watching the beings underneath him. But...how could a jet literally see anything, for that matter? Probably the same way the truck and Camaro now stood on two legs.

There was now something anxious in Prime and Bumblebee's stance. Optimus had set Jay safely upon the ground behind him, while Bumblebee had moved in front of El, crouching partially as he and Optimus eyed the jet within the sky. Then, so unexpectedly, the jet abruptly turned downward and spiraled toward the grass of the field. Its engines screamed shrilly through the air, smoke gushing from the metal and an odd mechanical growl through its metal chest as it raced toward the ground bellow it, twisting and spiraling in the cold frost of November. Then, before it even hit the ground...

The jet was something entirely different.

It was another one. Another one of them towered over the field at a frightening thirty feet, its deep platinum jet like body glimmering strangely in the moonlight. Its deep scarlet eyes sparkled, not in the same sense as the Autobots, but in malice and loathing fashion. In a husky voice he muttered, "Prime."

The humans' eyes shifted to Optimus. El of course was cowering behind Bumblebee, her body shaking with unbearable tremors. When would the sudden appearances of alien robots end? The question nagged at her continuously, almost to the point that it might have made a deep puncture mark in her flesh. Jay, on the other hand, was standing just behind Optimus attempting to get a good view of the new addition to the stadium. Optimus then spoke, "Starscream. You have gained leadership of the Decepticons."

It wasn't a question.

There was a hollow laugh from the resides of Starscream's chest, "You don't miss a thing, Prime..." he hissed, his words rigid as if they were spoken through a failing radio. He leaned down a bit, his feet digging into the dirt, until he was at a crouch; his metal continuing to shine oddly. Then, in one disconcerting move as billows of smoke were regained from his now distorted engines along his body, he threw himself at Prime (and one could swear El had released an ear piercing scream).

In that fragment of time, things began to slow. Only the ripping of lustrous mechanical parts and the billowing of crackling fire emitted from cannons were pronounced through the air. Breathing, at this point, seemed insignificant compared to the three-way ravage portrayed along the crisp white lines of the football field. Masses of grass and dirt were splattered along the stadium; colliding with the shiny metal of the, for the most part, perfect bleachers. They shone for a moment, they too watching the death match, until Bumblebee had clashed against it; dismembering a decent portion of them to fragments. His engines whirred and he was back up as if it were no more then a simple game of tag. Optimus was leaned down, his arm contorted into a form of sword as he held it threateningly to Starscream, slashing it brutally to him. The Decepticon ducked and formed its mechanics and metal back into a jet, flinging himself at Optimus while his diesels pocked crinkled gray smoke into the tense atmosphere.

The battle continued as so; a series of back and forth slashes, now and again causing injury to the one of the robot's gleaming metal. In this sense, it was difficult to pursue who was winning and who was losing. This small detail utterly frightened El, but within this same time she was more concerned of her life. With a gulp, she took another look at the towering robots fight one each other in the most horrid fashion she could imagine (a piece of metal had just flown off one of them, of which, she did not know). It took a moment before she could bring her foot off the ground and dart toward Jay, her lime green robe that was still laced about her body from earlier, danced behind her as the wind stung at El's cheeks. Once reaching her location beside Jay, she tugged at her arm and shouted to her, "C'mon! We have to go!"

Jay shook her head, as though awakening from a trance. She laughed gently and looked to El, having to force herself away from the fight before her, "Are you kidding?" she muttered softly, looking back (Starscream had just had one sequence of his shoulder ripped to shreds), "It's only a dream, anyway. I'll wake up eventually. Besides, this fight is amazing."

Gawking at Jay for a moment, El, despite Jay's wishes, began tugging at her arm once again, "Dammit, it's not a dream!"

"So says you," Jay shrugged and did not flinch when a large piece of metal was chunked toward them, only to narrowly miss them by few feet, due to El pushing her to the side.

A small growl was emitted from El's lips and, forcefully, she pulled at Jay's hair with one hand, and had her other arm locked about her arm, "Dream or not, I'm not going to let you get me killed!"

Miniscule winces were punctuated out of Jay's mouth and she flung her body around to and slapped El's hands away from her body, and she immediately recoiled to Jay's satisfaction.

"Do. not. touch me..."

The words were pronounced strained, as her lips curled back in an offensive manner. She watched El (who had backed up with her eyes widened in a manner of shock).

"Y'know, both of you are sort of right," chimed a high voice from just a few feet behind Jay and El. The two turned to stare. There, sprawled along the grass with an open soda can placed in her hand, was a teenage girl; her short untidy scarlet hair swaying. Her body was adorned with gizmos and of different sorts, as wires protruded from her waist in bright colors. The outfit that was distinct along her body made it obvious what she was. Another Mecha, this one designed after an arcade game (Dance Dance Revolution). Though, it was not her body that Jay and El were staring at, but the insanity written in her blue and red eyes and the wide grin spread along her lips.

She took a casually sip from her soda and hopped to her feet, in a rather flexible manner. She then pointed to El and grin, "This one's right about the whole 'dream' thingy." (she pointed to Jay), "And you're right about this battle being kick ass!"

Jay arched an eyebrow, and as if instinctively, positioned herself in front of El, "...And you are?"

"TK to you, Jasmine!" she grinned broadly and then twirled around with her arms swung out, laughing. She halted to a stop, so gracefully it made Jay wish to gag. Though, the soda can in her hand was gone, instead only a crinkled piece of aluminum in her firm fist.

Jay cringed at the name, "It's Jay, dammit... Why can't anyone get that right?"

TK laughed and dropped the distorted can to the ground and leaned to the ground, bending her knees a bit, then, as Claire had done in the city, her arms contorted themselves into cannons. Illumination began to flood at their ends, small trails of smoke beginning to float upwards from their barrels, "Don't know. Don't care."

These words were said so light and crisp, it was difficult to believe that at this point, the cannons were beaming with light and directed at Jay's body, just inches away from the flesh. She grinned manically at the girl before her and there was sudden flash of light that protruded at her frame. The light stinging at her body like needles, and engulfed her in a scent that burned her nose. Jay grimaced, her feet digging firmly into the ground and her eyes were forced shut as only the warmth of the luminosity and needles ripped at her flesh, and yet, there came no blood. No motion of death as the beam of energy faded away. For a moment, TK had grinned, but her expression fell and her eyes widened with curiosity as the skin by her eyes stretched over cheekbones in became white. El's heart swelled and stopped continuously, her breathing skidding to a halt suddenly. Jay's body felt numb, and she had lost all sensation in her frame as the frost of November took hold of her, the wind stitching her skin with throbs. Her hair swung about her face, caressing her neck and cheek in its now entirely light pink color. Faintly, Jay opened her eyes, her eyelashes frosted with faint specs of white. Her body was now in a decor of pink metal, though, it covered very view patches of her body, as the majority of her legs and torso were revealed in its tan complexion in the atmosphere of the field. Her arms, however, were covered and draped in wires and mechanics. Lifting a hand to her face, Jay stared taking in the sudden alluring machinery that embedded her body.

A grin returned to TK's lips, "Well, waddya know... Claire-sama was right," she spread her lips wide and nodded her head forward a bit as a slim helmet slid down her face, covering her expression. She spoke again, her voice slightly muffled from the metal, "And this is where I say 'adieu'!"

She did a small bow and flipped backwards onto the bleachers; quite an achievement in agility to manage it to be so graceful. At this, Jay found no enjoyment as she now brought herself back to reality. She motioned toward the direction of TK's exit, "Dammit! Get back here! I still have to have to kick your ass!"

TK only giggled and flipped backwards again till she was over the wall that bounded the stadium, vanishing into the midst of the night.

Jay glowered at the position TK had once been in, clutching her fists so that her nails dug deep into her skin. A tiny snarl was emitted from her lips, her white eyes dancing with irritation deep with the void of white. Though, as small bits of unsteady breaths were emitted from behind her (from El), she took a breath and turned her body around to look at El. She was standing there shaking, stumbled back against the grass, stunned from the sight before her. Jay shook her head with a sigh and ran a hand through her new hair glimmering in the night, and with the other, she held out a hand to El.

For a moment, she hesitated, but, figuring that if any harm would meant to come to her it would've been presented by now. And so El took her hand and stood. She averted her gaze away from the Mecha and took a gulp before speaking, "Still convinced that this is a dream?"

A small laugh was pronounced uneasily from her lips, "Not anymore...Besides, if this were one of my dreams, the giant robots would be giant bunny rabbits instead."

El looked at her oddly and arched an eyebrow, but her eyes were suddenly brought back to the giant droid death match and she shuddered. Bits of machinery flew along the field, and El shuddered, though, she blinked as Starscream formed back into a jet, its engines whirring intensely, but sputtering sadistically pieces of crackling flames and smoke. It jutted forward close along the ground, what was left of the grass winding along to the side against the wind that was performed. Another sputter of smoke was pronounced in distinct manners, and with a shrill squeal announced, it spiraled into the sky, billows of smoke swirling from its end as it faded into the chill nullity. Upon the ground, Optimus stood, straightening his immense frame as he stared back into the sky. Bumblebee was hunched along the ground, a few chunks of metal missing from his body, and yet he didn't seem to care as he lifted himself to stand, his car door like wings positioned on his back revolving upwards as he did so. They then stared back at El and Jay. In the glimmering light of the moon and luminosity that rolled off the crumpled bleachers, spread to the remainder of the stadium. Along the rubble of stone and piles of distorted dirt, back to Gabriella and Jasmine. They stood, in the light, unsure of what the two beings would bring into their life. What journey now waited for them? Only, that in some bizarre sense, they knew that the strands of time that brought them to this point were never normal.

That they had somehow always seen this coming...

That life would no longer be just 'life' anymore.