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And I was looking at information about Autobots for later chapters and I came with the conclusion that Ratchet and I are total bros even though I am female. Everywhere I look I'm finding more information that solidifies our bro status. Srsly, it is really weird with what I'm finding. I want to give Ratchet a bro fist since we are TIGHT in my book. *coughiliediwanttohughimbuthe'sahugethingofmetalandi'monly5'10"whathack*
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Transformers: The Eye of Icarus
Chapter Four: Honeymoon Wrecker
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The one time I was forced to leave behind my destiny, I nearly went insane as destiny's sick way of dragging me back to the right path.
She woke up with her aunt banging on the bedroom door. She was shouting something about getting ready, but Gloria did not want to deal with the real world right now. Pulling the covers tighter around her shoulders, she nestled herself into her pillow. She closed her eyes, trying to remember her dream. The details were blurring, but she tried to hold onto the main idea. The door opened, footsteps softly padding against the carpet.
"Not so fast, missy. Up or the mattress will be in three seconds."
Her aunt was terrifyingly strong. She had flipped the bed on her before. Twice. She was really a determined person, but she kind of skipped past logic sometimes. The threat was enough to make her jump out of bed. "Fine! I'm up! Why am I up?" Gloria implored, tugging on a piece of hair that was sticking up against gravity.
"You're coming to work with me. You're going to see D.C. And I don't want to hear the excuse that you have already seen everything. You aren't going to waste the day at my house under my rules. And why are you staring at me like that? Are you confused at my demands?"
"No, I'm good. Just something in my eye." Gloria blinked a few times, her eye having whirred to life early this morning somehow eager to want to work so early. The symbols were back with a vengeance and weren't going away this time. She closed her right eye, tired of the stimulus. Aunt Kathy jabbed a finger at Gloria.
"Get ready. You got twenty minutes." She disappeared down the hall. Why am I given no time to get ready these past two mornings? She wondered to the sky, but at least her eye calmed down for the moment with nothing to focus on. Quickly pulling out an outfit from her still packed bags, sure to wear long sleeves to cover up her arm. She went into the bathroom to clean up and to examine her forehead. It looked normal now, much to her relief. At least I got one less thing to worry about.
She sighed to herself, tugging on her white camisole and plaid long-sleeved shirt. She had one less thing to worry about. She probably was going to need a jacket today.
"Come on Gloria, I don't want myself to be late!" She aunt shouted from downstairs.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Gloria responded, pausing to grab her purse and jacket from her room and hopped down the stairs. She slipped into her shoes at the door and walked into the garage where her aunt was waiting inside the car. Her aunt quickly drove out of the driveway and was on her way to downtown D.C.
Gloria spent her time looking out the window, but she eventually had to close her new eye. It was pinpointing on everything that was in her vision and what entered it. People, cars, birds even. Only after shaking her head and daring herself to look out the right eye did she find it settled down. Dozing, the sun warmed her bare skin and didn't bother moving until something blocked the sun to chill her. Examining her surroundings, she saw that her aunt was pulling into a parking garage. Stepping out of the car, her aunt handed her keys to the valet and walked down the sidewalk and entered the nearest building. Feeling the stares of workers at the office, she awkwardly shifted her weight from foot to foot while her fished for something in her purse. "Here, for today," her aunt put the bills in her hand.
She took the two fifties and gawked. "Isn't this-" Her aunt gave a sly smile and ruffled her hair affectionately.
"Hun, that's pocket change. Marry a rich man, you'll see. Now, go out and have fun. Most of the sites should be open now. Be back by six or I'll have the police called on you." Aunt Kathy threatened sweetly to her only niece.
"Yes, ma'am." Gloria grinned, stuffing the bills into her own purse and heading back outside. She looked around and quickly went down the street. She didn't really like museums, they were way too stuffy for her liking, and she had no interest in books except the ones she had to read. So she decided on the Lincoln Memorial first. Besides being free to look at, she felt like she could start off the day with something inspirational from a great historical figure of the United States. Walking briskly, she quickly found herself in a group of school children that were following their teachers to the same destination, but she walked past them. The eye clicked in her head, jerking her sight to the children and focusing. She stumbled while it flooded her visual field with the strange symbols for the third time. Some people were starting to look at her: she covered her eye and darted across the street to get ahead of the school group. Quietly swearing, her hand stayed on her eye. I've got to control this eye: otherwise, this is going to be one hell of a day. Slipping her sunglasses on, she allowed reprieve by closing her eye without any more attention drawn to herself other than a girl wearing sunglasses.
Following Constitution Avenue, she ignored the other buildings around her and kept on her goal. She looked around, curious. She knew that there had been damages since the incident three years ago, and it was pretty amazing just how quickly the government had fixed everything. Of course, she remembered the day they unveiled the newly finished Lincoln on the Lincoln memorial, but she hadn't visited it since it was rebuilt. She wandered into the Constitutional Gardens, walking past groups with guides and school groups. But it was still rather quiet compared to the afternoon and summer. She felt the sun against her back, enjoying the warmth that the morning rays provided on the cool morning. She finally emerged beside the Reflecting Pool and continued parallel to it. The quiet time allowed her to try and figure out what her dream was last night.
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CLASSIFIED NEST LOCATION 09:38 AM EDT
The monitor screen screeched to life, circling in on an energon detector. Those in the control room immediately found themselves start monitoring the first project of the day.
"What is going on?" A general demanded, leaning forward in his seat. One of the soldiers looked up from his screen. "Sir, we have ED 007 going off report level LE-6."
"Pull the camera up on the screen. Now!" The general ordered. The main screen flickered off the map and the flashed to show camera footage of the morning activity around the Reflecting Pool in Washington D.C. One of the figures, a girl, was highlighted as she kept walking away. "How the hell did something like this get past our security? I want a NEST patrol team out there immediately. I want this to be quick, clean, and not bring any attention to this, understand? Take one of the big boys with the patrol in case this gets messy. Send the order."
"Yes sir." The solider replied, quickly typing in the commands to the closest patrol. The general leaned forward, examining the screen as it switched to ED 008 so they could see her face. Just who the hell was this kid? Or was 'she' even human?
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The feeling that Gloria couldn't shake from the fading pictures of her dream was how it didn't feel like one. It felt like... a memory. Like she has actually survived the zero-gravity of space and the airless environment that she had been floating in. She rubbed her shoulder, agitated. She continued walking, not paying attention to the scenery.
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CLASSIFIED NEST LOCATION 09:43 AM EDT
"Sir, we've got a confirmation on the patrol. They have the girl in their sights and are working to get her as we speak." The same soldier reported. The general nodded, giving them the go ahead.
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Why am I walking so fast? she finally realized the near jogging pace in her stride. Her unexpected distress put her on edge for such a quiet morning. Forcing herself to calm down, she slowed down and stopped walking to face the Reflecting Pool. The pool was like a mirror this morning, reflecting the cloudless sky above them. Of course, the trees covered most of her view, but she still found herself looking. She closed her eyes and inhaled, trying to relax, only to find her inactivity was making it worse. In a strange spasm, she jerked her head to the left and opened her left eye. Down the sidewalk was the group of school children that she had passed earlier that morning. But there were three guards walking towards her that she definitely didn't pass. Her gaze met the man in the front.
Her right eye opened, focusing on him. He spoke into his radio. The eye whirred loudly in her head, symbols quickly scrawling out possibly important information.
He was pursuing her.
Her eye flashed red in danger and she turned on her original path. She continued walking to the memorial, but her heart was pounding. Her right eye was out of control, jerking her own left eye all over the place, making her stumble. What was happening? She was scared: the guards seemed closer now. She heard someone call for her from behind.
She bolted.
Looking over her shoulder would only slow her down, so she continued looking forward to keep her eye on the goal at hand: escape. People shouted in annoyance when they were cut in front of or pushed, but she said nothing to them as she focused on putting one foot in front of the other. It was an obstacle course she had to try and get past.
She avoided the memorial entirely, getting a glimpse of the new statue and headed down the nearest walkway. By now she was catching attention of those around her and guards shouting weren't helping.
In the nose. Out the mouth. She reminded herself how to breathe.
Why were they after her?
In the nose. Out the mouth.
Her hands were clammy and cold. Adrenaline was fueling her desperate bid for freedom.
"Stop! Police!"
She skidded to a halt just as a new guard crashed through the tree line, holding up a gun. To her face. "Don't shoot!" She choked out, stumbling backwards.
In the nose. Out the mouth.
"Hands up! On your head!" The guard barked at her, and she complied.
In the nose. Out the mouth.
Someone threw her to the ground from behind. Her arms were pulled behind her, as she was hand cuffed. Her eye was silent now, quickly clicking in her head. She was caught.
In the nose. Out the mouth.
She was pushed past the walkway to an awaiting police car by the side of the road.
In the nose. Out the mouth.
What was happening?
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She was silent on the way to wherever she was going. The guards had passed her to a group of armed men that looked decked out in the latest military gadgets and had promptly thrown her into the back of a military vehicle. Two others flanked the military hummer joined them when they got onto the main road. It was an incredibly short drive, no more than ten minutes at most in her head. The slowed and pulled up to... the Depart of Human Health and Services? What? She examined the front of the building as two SEALS waved the vehicles to pass through. Neither looked too happy when they saw her in the backseat. She wanted to curl into a ball and disappear.
They quickly drove inside, following a road and stopping just long enough for a SEALS man to open the car door and pull her out and pushed her through a door and into a main hall.
"Where are we going?" She finally demanded, tried of the silence and the poor treatment. Her eye focused on him, information pouring into her mind. She frowned: if only she could read those symbols!
"I asked where we're going... Grant." She read his name tag.
The man looked at her briefly, but said nothing and made no kind of emotional response. They approached a checkpoint with a metal detector. She was walked through and patted down and continued on their way after she had given her purse, jacket, and other personal artifacts to the waiting soldier. Treated less like a creature now, Grant merely was guiding her by the arm with three others surrounding her as her escort. Every question she asked brought silence as an answer. She gave up, and instead began to look around the large hanger they entered, slowing down. "Keep moving," Grant ordered, pushing her along. She wasn't allowed to stop now, but her eye seemed to be doing that for her. She was led down a new empty hallway and finally led into small room. Grant stopped her and removed the handcuffs. "Take a seat." He ordered and then left.
Well, this sucked.
She looked around the empty room, but there wasn't any two-way glass that she could see. Her eye frantically searched the room, finally focusing on the door as the only way out. But she wasn't stupid enough to try and leave. She also didn't have a death wish either. Taking a seat, she stared at her fingers for a little bit. What did she do? The only thing she did was run from an officer. Wait, wasn't that a crime? Oh no, and she was 18 too! She put her hands against her face. What if they contacted her mother or father? Or what about her aunt and uncle? She wouldn't know what to say at all! In her self-misery, she failed to hear the door open.
"Good morning, Miss Sullivan." She looked up at the voice. It was a middle-aged man with a grey moustache and buzzed hair that was at the doorframe and entered, followed by Grant. Her eye immediately focused on him, eager it seemed to learn about him. She didn't like the predator look in his eyes or how he looked at her like something below him.
"What's so good about it?" She snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest. He walked to the adjacent seat and sat down in front of her. Grant stood at attention by the wall between the two of them.
"Well, depending on how you help, it can be quite good. This incident will not have even happened if you co-operater with us. Specifically, just me right now." He assured her, resting his intertwined hands on the table.
"And if not-?" She dared to ask.
"Miss Sullivan," he ignored her question and leaned towards her, "you were among the survivors from Chicago three years ago, am I correct?"
Her breath caught in her throat and she stiffened her body. Her left leg ached where it had broken. For a moment, she was overcome with tunnel vision. He took her actions as a 'yes.'
"Let's just say... that this could involve something bigger than Chicago. And you have something that we need."
I'm experimenting with chapter length. I kinda want to keep them relatively consistent, but I need some feedback from you guys! Too long? Not long enough? Not knowing what series this fanfic is in? (hint: look at the top of the page, it's there) Please let me know!
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