[] Ahh rolling right back into a routine. Anyway! Soon I'll be rewriting the first few lame chapters of the FF for you all, because looking back on it they seem really silly. []
The shower was a much needed de-stresser. And well, considering I was working with an evil robot from outer space, I couldn't be in a better position. Huffing I threw on a new pair of clothes, which weren't as dirty as my last pair.. but much better.
A simple black tank top and a pair of sweat pants. Relax wear if anything. Sitting outside the little shower I rummaged through my duffel bag finding a lot of my equipment. Smoke bombs, dirks, poison needles, a silencer pistol, and just typical assassin ninja things. Setting them all aside I also found a few cloths to clean my weapons with, and my MP3 player. Grinning a powered it on flipping through songs.
"Wow.. I can't believe this still has power.." I murmured to myself still flipping through it. Deciding to listen to some music while I organized my bag I turned on one of my favorite songs, Fake It by Seether. Putting the device down next to me a whistled along idly while I did my own thing.
More extra clothes, a sketch book with a few pens and pencils, and oddly enough my old skin tight leather suit equipped with the stereotypical ninja mask. I frowned at the article of clothing. There was a lot of memories sewn into the suit that was for sure. Turning it over several times in my hand I found the familiar stitching inside.
'To my little angel. Love Dad'
Smiling like an idiot I rubbed the embroidery. My Dad always knew how to made me smile, even from the grave he could still manage. Sighing I folded it and placed in my pile of other clothes.
Lastly at the bottom of the bag I found a photo. I felt rage build up in me as I saw it was Dusk or Megatron. Examining the picture I could see we both looked fairly content, I was smiling and he was as well. Ripping the photo into tiny pieces I tossed the remains off the table I was sitting on.
"Fucking robots..."
"What was that?"
Whipping my head around I found Starscream watching me with an optic ridge cocked. He sneered down at me crossing his arms.
"Well?"
"Just saying how much I adore your company, Screechy!" I said sarcastically.
"Ah, good because we're going on another shard mission soon." He replied. He paused and gestured to my duffel bag as well as the items scattered about.
"What is all of that?"
"My stuff." I said simply starting to put things back into the bag.
"Uh huh.. Are there weapons in there?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Why should I trust you with such items?"
"Because we're partners now?"
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought. He didn't respond for quite a while later, all of my things had been put away besides my dirk I hid under my shirt and my MP3 player.
"Fine, whatever. But if you dare use those-"
"Bam, zoom, straight to the moon. Yeah, yeah I get it." Dismissing him with a wave I zipped up the bag and pushed it aside. Looking up at him I furrowed my brows.
"Where to next?"
"New York City."
"Ooo, fun. When are we heading out?"
"Once I put the coordinates into the space bridge." He said while walking away.
Huffing I stamped my foot on the table he left me on yelling after him.
"Hey you big bastard! Don't just leave me here!"
"I'll come get you when we are ready to depart!" He called back laughing maniacally.
"Fucking robots..."
. . .
I had been waiting at least fifteen minutes. Although it gave me time to look through more songs on my MP3 player. Laying back I shut my eyes and mouthed the lyrics to a very old song.
I don't want to set the world on fiiiiire.
I just want to staaaart a flame in your heart...
In my heart I have but one desire..
And that one is you, no other will do..
Now I had begun to sing along, ever so softly remembering the lyrics.. And how true they sounded to me in this moment. How the world had been engulfed in flames and was destroyed by these fucking robots.
I've lost all ambition for worldly acclaim.
I just want to be the one you love.
And with your admission that you feel the same...
I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of, believe me.
"What are you singing?"
Blinking I sat up finding Starscream very confused, tilting his head at me. I shrugged and turned down the volume on my MP3 player. Releasing a sigh I stood up.
"It's called I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire by the Ink Spots. It's a super old song from the 50's." I replied evenly.
"That sounds a lot better than what you were yammering about before." He paused and regarded my media device. "Let me see that."
"No way you'll break it!" I protested hiding it behind my back.
"Stop being such a sparkling, hand it over!" He hollered extending an open palm toward me. Chewing it over for a minute I sighed with defeat and plopped the device into his open hand.
He studied it for a moment before plugging it into himself. Gross. His eyes seemed to flicker and he was standing still as a statue. What the hell?
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Scanning this.. 'music'."
"Why?"
"I don't have to answer to you." Finishing he dropped the device back onto to the table and picked me up. "Now let's go, we have work to do little Mai."
"Whatever.." I sighed hating the feeling of being man handled.
He stalked over to the 'space bridge' and fired it up. Waiting a moment the familiar blinding white light had come back and made me feel numb all over again. God, I don't think I'd ever get used to that. Soon enough we stood amongst the ruins of New York City.
It was horrible. Buildings were crumbling, cars left abandoned, windows broken and other items scattered about. I instantly felt sick to my stomach. This was the remnants of my species, there were probably other fugitives like I was, but still. This was sickening how the world had just.. ceased to be around anymore.
Starscream set me on the ground and looked at me expectantly. Shrugging I began my trek amongst the ruins of once a great city.
And I hated every moment of it.
[]Whew.. Done. Anyone get the fallout references in there? XD Ah well. Leave me a sexy review, much love to you all! []
