Flesh Wound 2

Okay I am back with chapter two. Thank you to the follower I got! One follower made my day so thank you Imaginator-Creator. So this is the second chapter to the prequel. If you have any questions please review or if you like it please review too!

ON WITH THE STORY 'We are tied to the life we were born to'

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Start

My eyes widened bigger than I thought were possible. Then again…I was dead. That was definitely the Cybertronian god Primus. He was spiky and I soon realized why. Primus was Cybertron itself. It must be weird for a Cybertronian to know the ground he walks on is a god. Either way I stood on the rapid motion of the clouds. My voice seemed to be moving with their shifting patterns because I was speechless.

"Hello my child." The god said kindly.

Now I don't know if I mentioned my fierce loyalty to religion or not, so I am fiercely loyal to my religion. So naturally I snapped at the god's mistake.

"I am a child of God not Primus." I snapped back, and then realized who I was yelling at. "Uh…um…s-sorry…I-I…" I stammered.

The giant god laughed and then smiled as a parent would to his child.

"Don't worry child your loyalty is a virtue." He praised. I cocked my head to the side with an amused expression tugging at my features.

"I aim to put dogs to shame." I joked lightly.

He chortled a little bit.

"I see, not a bad goal my…friend." he corrected his (almost) mistake.

"So…it appears that I'm dead." I stated idly.

"Ah yes, right to the point." He said somewhat awkwardly.

"And your point would be?" I asked.

"Well…to be blunt it was not your time to leave the living." He began.

"Okay." I nodded in understanding.

"I'm going to bring you back among the living." He continued.

My eyes widened.

"You will be on Cybertron in a sparkling body." the god said.

I halted. "Whoa, wait a minute!" I tried to interrupt.

"You will need to be relieved of your memories to live correctly." He started to get excited.

"Hey hold on a moment!" I tried again.

"Furthermore, you'll need to live as a Cybertronian so any skills should dissipate. You'll be named Temperflare…" he continued to blabber until my anger boiled when he mentioned I'd forget everything. True to the name he planned to give me my temper flared once my blood began to simmer.

I snapped…hard.

"WILL YOU SHUT THE PIT UP?! I'M TRYING TO TALK HERE! I DO NOT WANT THIS! WILL YOU FREAKING LISTEN TO ME?!" I screamed myself hoarse.

The god stared at me in shock from my outburst. He slowly recovered from his pause and found his voice. After opening and closing his mouth a few times, as I held back a few snickers, he shook his head and spoke.

"What do you mean child?" he asked quietly.

"Look, I appreciate you wanting to keep me living and all that but not if I have to give up my life experience, skills, body, and memories. So if that's the only way then thanks, but no thanks." I told him softly.

The god looked even more surprised and slightly hurt by this. He seemed to ponder at my words for a moment. He switched between looking from me to other places. He seemed to come to some sort of conclusion after a moment. I guess he had all the time in the world so there was really no point in rushing anything for him.

"You still need to have a life on Cybertron. You are part of a new plan. There is no way around it." he mused to both me and himself.

"How about as I am?" I suggested

"There are too many complications." He argued.

"Such as?" I inquired stubbornly.

"There is no air, no human resources, no human sources of food, you have such a short lifespan, you're easy to break, and the list goes on and on!" he spouted walking frantically. "The list could be endless." He added as an afterthought.

I thought about his reasons. After thinking I came to think that the things he listed were about it. I was no Cybertronian expert but I sure couldn't think of anything other than what he'd listed. After a moment I came to an answer.

"What about modifications?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" the god asked.

"You're a god if I remember correctly. Could you possibly make modifications to my body if I remained human in appearance?" I mused. Primus thought for a moment.

"It is possible. Your human husk and brain would remain somewhat the same. The differences would otherwise depend on your requested modifications." He said thoughtfully.

I thought for a moment.

'Okay Gabriella, think. What I need is a source of food. What's that stuff those robots eat…ener…enegi…energock…Energon! That's the word. So if that's their food source I'm sure I'll figure out something. Now let's see…uh…right I need air, yeah, air is good.' I mused for a few moments.

The god watched me while I thought to myself. After about ten minutes I turned to him when a horrifying thought occurred to me.

"Before I say anything about what I thought about, were you reading my mind?" I asked nervously.

"Not really no." he shrugged. I shrugged as well and shook the thought away.

"So anyway I was thinking the ability to consume energon would take care of the food and part of the resources factor. A longer lifespan and a way to breathe in space are necessary if I understand your intentions correctly. Maybe some increase in strength couldn't hurt as long as it won't create such a difference that it's impractical. But I would appreciate remaining human with my human memories." I said as a request.

I knew it was a lot to ask and was probably too far out there to even hope but I couldn't help it. But I had made sure I had shifted to and covered every complication.

"It would seem that your requests are reasonable given the circumstance. Though, I want you to realize that a request such as this one will require more changes and such." He said in a tone of authority.

"What kind of changes?" I asked hesitantly.

"To meet the needs of your energon problem I will need to alter your digestive and waste removal systems," he began and I flushed red at what he implied he was changing, "Your brain, besides the need for a more…extensive memory, will be left alone for now. A way to breathe…the solution is simple. I am often shifting to the atmospheric needs. It would be an everyday occurrence to just shift the air to meet you oxygen-wise needs. I may grant a very small increase to your strength. And lastly I need to adjust the age process to meet that of a Cybertronain's. Otherwise, your body will age as a human. You would be the same appearance-wise but you would be the same as a one hundred and twenty year old physically." The god said with professional clarification.

"Is that all?" I asked, thinking I sounded like a newbie on his first day of his first job.

"No there are other things I will address but right now the best one to address first is your need for a spark."

"A spark?"

"Yes, a spark."

"What's that?"

"Usually it is the life-force of a Cybertronian and contains everything from things as simple as how tall you would grow to things as complex as the growth of one's personality over their lifetime." He said with glorious passion.

"Sounds amazing…and sacred." I said, not meaning for him to overhear.

The god heard my comment and nodded with affirmation. He softly smiled and calmed himself. I could almost taste the oncoming lesson I was about to be taught.

"Yes, you are correct. It is a very amazing thing. It is also very sacred. A spark does more than that. Humans have a thing called marriage when they want to spend their lives together. We call it spark bonding. The difference is while you are married with an exchange of rings, we would merge our sparks together so they are one." He said, but I sensed more.

"I don't think that's it." I stated. The god's eyes saddened.

"We are getting off track. I will explain it the rest of the way after I send you to Cybertron." He neatly dodged the subject.

"So, back to the matter at hand, why would I need a…spark?" I asked, letting the matter go.

"Your spark will only be used to generate an EM field and to help with the processing of energon. Your memories and personality will still be stored within your mind. Yet the lucky bonus about that is if your brain is damaged your functions will instead redirect from your spark as it is intended to do so." He explained.

"Though I don't believe you would encourage me to take a headshot just because I have the option." I joked lightly.

"No, I would not suggest it." he stiffened playfully or…at least I think he was being playful.

"Okay so anything else?" I looked around.

"Yes, I already mentioned there was another matter." He said.

He stretched out a hand and I was hit in the chest with a white bundle of…something. It darted all over my body instantly resulting in making me feel violated. The white whatever it was found an interest in my head before coming to a steady hover in front of me. It violently began to convulse and morph before reforming into a replica of the signature red bandana I wore on my head. I had lost it when I'd died and it was bugging the crap outta me.

To my surprise it folded in on itself to make some sorta of visor the folded out as my bandana. I wrapped it around my head like I had done so many times before while I had lived. I finally felt normal again with my signature accessory in place. I looked back to primus.

"Thanks." I said.

"You can use the visor. Many Cybertronians do speak English naturally seeing as English is a universal language. But quite a handful still prefers the old way to the new, language included. You can use it to translate." He explained.

"Any heads ups? Or any Intel I need to know of?" I asked.

"Yes but I've noticed you keep asking if there's more?" he stated. I winced at the disapproving tone.

"Ah yes, war reflexes. I've dived headfirst into too many battles without knowing everything. I hate thinking about it because I know my recklessness has caused deaths. I never go unless someone tells me there's nothing more I need to hear." I cringed.

"I see, relax little one. But in turn you will be placed in a time before the war but not by much. Nobody will know you." He warned.

"I know, and uh…thank you for…everything you've done. I could never…" I trailed off. I wasn't a girl who was good with words…or love. Yes, yes, I can hear all you girls saying shame on me.

So shut up girls, I KNOW.

"You are welcome, and good luck." He said brightly.

"Thank you."

He held out his hand and smiled as a flash of, surprisingly, purple and orange filled my vision.

Good luck to me, I hoped to god and…I supposed to Primus that I'd be alright.

I prayed earth would be alright without me too.

Finish

So that's the second chapter. I'll say that the next one takes a different turn than you'd think.

Next up:

Crystal Danger

Ja ne later,

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