Sorry it is a week late, School then other things I wish would end for my family. Cuz if it doesn't soon that lady is going to be in a world of trouble. She attacked a family member of mine, whom I love very much. I was like I have one week before I'm legal, everyone knows and so does she, that I could beat the crap out of her. It would be like Soundwave Vs Airachnid, I'm Soundwave (In more ways then one, I'm a "Creeper" meaning I death glare people.)

Anyway you don't care about that so here is the next chapter. I do not own the Transformers in anyway shape or form. I make no money off this or any thing.

Flashbacks

Language of the dead

Rain poured down, raging and unforgiving as the earth she stood on. Water sloshed down the city flood drains to go to the river. She stood there, drenched and defeated in darkness. The darkness embraced her, letting her know there was something more. The realm of the dead, fighting and existing for good the living.

Hey Map you getting in?

Yes, Map responded delayed. How could she have not recognize that voice? It was only eight years ago, something like that should not be forgotten. She had sworn revenge on the driver of that very car, not only to find it had no driver. Her jaw tightened, her revenge was a petty little act of selfish anger.

So after you anoint your king what will happen to me?

I will get your missing soul pieces then I petition the king to release you from our realm. It is not for you, you do not need to be forced to fight our wars.

And if I want too.

Then I can not stop you, but I am the army commander.

Oh so you would become superior officer.

That would depend on the king.

How did you become Map, that's not a very common name.

That is a long story, it is best if I show you not tell. This is my story sorry if it is boring to you. Map said placing her gauntleted hand on the dash.

A car drove by splashing her with muddy water. She didn't flinch, it had no meaning. Marcy stood soaked to the bone. She was a Darby, the royal line of the dead. The light turned red, and she started out in to the street. With the roaring rain, Marcy couldn't hear the truck as it drove though the intersection. Then she felt it strike her.

Stop, you? You were that girl?

Yes Cliffjumper I was, does that surprise you?

Didn't you see the truck?

No I was blind in my left eye?

What do you mean was?

When my soul shattered, all physical deformities were commentated for. I was given sight in my eye, I was and still am a little angry at you. Why didn't you call it in? Map hiss monotone, as she sat in the red car. Instead you told me not to worry and chased after the truck. That truck was intended to hit me, I was murdered.

I was still getting use to this planet. I forgot how fragile humans were, I though that you would get up in a few moments and seek medical help. I didn't know you were dieing, I'm sorry. He hiss solemnly. Map listen to his voice, he was sorry.

My story didn't end when I died, I met Mr. Teach. A kind, strange old bearded sea dog. A sailor, we travel together and got our souls back together. That was also when I trained as a squire, then obtained the title of army commander from the knight I trained under. Mr. Teach became my second and we have fought beside each other for many wars, hanging the Jolly Rodger were every we won.

Your life became more exciting after you died. That's messed up, cuz mine is just boring. Well here we are, Cliffjumper his in a fake cheery voice.

Map looked at the rock face then she saw the door, not that it mattered to them. Cliffjumper revved his engines, then tore off toward the rock face.

Jack looked around, a lot of things happened, Bulkhead almost died. Miko killed an insecticon and Smokescreen had come. But despite the excitement Jack couldn't shake the feeling sadness that his dad died. He frowned, he had a sister, he was happy to know he once had a sibling. Being an only child was lonesome.

"Jack are you ok? You seem withdrawn lately," Arcee questioned the young man.

"I just found out that my father died."

"I..I…I'm sorry," The femme stuttered.

"It's ok I mean he left when I was eight, never called never said anything. Just left," Jack said curtly.

"You loved him though right Jack?" Jack gritted his teeth. Yes, was the answer, but why his father left him for his dead sister puzzled him. "I'm sure he loved you, maybe it just was for the best."

"It was even beyond what all people understand. I think he loved me the most," Jack said sadly.

"Huh," Arcee looked puzzled.

"I had a sister who lived in England, eight years ago she died in a hit and run."

Arcee's optics went wide, "where in England Jack."

"London I think, why?"

"Cliff where are you, we were to meet up half an hour ago."

"Sorry, just saw some guy hit a girl with his car can't let him get away with that."

"Cliff we are to maintain vehicular mode. You can't… Optimus."

"Yeah Arcee don't worry I just going to scare him a bit."

"I'm not going to cover your aft if you get in trouble."

"Come on 'Cee isn't gona happen, I'll be fine." Arcee rolled her optics and drove on to this location where Cliff was.

"Jack I think I was there when your sister died. Cliff and I were in England showing who we were and that we're now part of team Prime to other governments. Show that we were not a threat," the femme said softly. "Well we were just about to leave and come back here when Cliff decided to go exploring. I left him on his own, it was late and I wanted to power down for a few cycles.

"I woke to find that he still had not come back. I com-ed him to find out he was chasing down a truck that hit a girl. I went to find the girl dead, I used my com to call the local authorities then left. She was probably your age then," Arcee said sadly, Jack looked at Arcee. She couldn't have done anything, and Cliff couldn't either. He was puzzled why his father left after his sister died, and what was his sister's name.

Mr. Teach wiped the blood like fluid off his cutlass, and pulled out his pistol. Hissing a curse, barrel chest man shot the screams of the four armed demon cut short as it burnt and dissolve to ash.

"Good riddance, land scum." Mr. Teach rasped choking slightly on the ash. He wished Map was here fighting as well, she had a knack for fighting the four limbed cretins. "Onward," He yelled to the army as the pressed back the legion. Mr. Teach watched as the demons retreated slowly, he let out a heavy breath. They need a king again, what was taking Map so long? Mr. Teach metal slap himself, she was again in the realm of the living. Time was on a set schedule. It could have only been a few days or even a week there, but up to three, four months here.

"Edward, what should we do? We can not keep this up of much longer and soon…"

"I don't know Mary. Odin," a large pure black dire wolf with a bright yellow eye came to Mr. Teach. "Scout out the area." Was the simple command, the dire wolf howled and ran as other wolves joined up with him. 'Map where are you?' the bearded man thought shaking his mostly skull head.

The odd pair of a knight and a robotic car entered the base. Cliffjumper looked around, he watch over them as one of his pieces. The base, his shell had not seen in a while. Not that it changed, but he still took it in. Everyone proceeding with everyday functionality, unaware of the two guest that had just come in. So what happen after I went chasing after that truck.

Not much, Map replied. Again placing her hand on his dash.

He saw a young girl standing over, well, her own fleshly body. Her jaw clenched as being dead took it's personality change. All the goodness and evil left her in the form of the pieces. He had little experience with seeing them, it was a slightly horrifying thing to witness. The girl fell down on the ground and stated to writhe. Her face distorted and her whole body seemed to split open.

Each piece stepped out of the whole, distorting the whole or shell. Each having a small green firer glow in the center of its chest. Malice, Hate, Anger, Intimidation, Love, Happiness, Mischief, Glee, Sadness, Apathy, Depression, and lastly Woe. The shell deflated, as each piece then shattered and formed into groups. The goodness as they would be revered as, stayed by the shell nurturing to get up to find their companions and make them whole again.

Mr. Teach strode over to the shell, gently grabbing its shoulder to help it up. The shell looked at him with dull empty eyes.

I can see, both eyes.

Yep girl, that is one good thing bout bein' dead.

I know you, The shell said. You're Edward Teach.

Not many call me by that name, the shell smiled at the bearded man.

She looked down, I will leave now, my soul will not collect itself. Mr. Teach watched as the pieces that had stayed at their shell's side reenter. The shadowy glow of the shell brighten as each piece entered, then a touch of decay traced her long sharp angled face.

What is your name dear girl? Mr. Teach questioned.

I have no name, I will not be the person I was.

You need something to identify yourself. Map, simple and descriptive. "Map" lifted her eyebrow, you have just died and you already plan to get your soul. I still don't have my whole soul, Map is a planed up drawing or a person who plans.

That would be to map out.

I am not the most educated person and maps are useful.

I do not follow, she said monotone. She turned and started to leave, why are you on land? Should you not be at sea?

Anchored here before I died, my body was buried here. I'm stuck here till I get my soul.

I'm sorry, however I can not think of a better identification I will go by Map. Would you like to accompany me Mr. Teach and get your soul so you can be on your way to what ever life you choose.

Mr. Teach tilled his head then nodded, the odd pair then left the scene of the murder.

Ok I have give a lot of clues on who the Person who really did live is, it makes me sad that no one cares who Mr. Teach is.