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Transformers Prime: Faded... (Prologue)
The Texas sky was sunny, shining with an ungodly temperature that had spiked to at least forty degrees celsius... The weather frowned upon an individual with no untold power, at least not any longer... nothing unique is granted to those who have no use for such a speciality. Life can often seem meaningless, and none knew it better than a human girl named Lauren Ash Courage.
Lauren walked down the hall, with a lethal glare, she hated her life... she hated being normal. A routine life, with a common, nothing special, daily, occurrence. There was something she had forgotten, something very important, but she didn't care anymore. Whatever it had been, it abandoned her... just like everything did. There was something wrong with her, everyone knew it. There was a darkness in her, a growing darkness, with a powerful, growing vengeance...
A boy, a player-in other words, slipped around, and stood in her path, with a sly grin...
"Hey, babe." Terrence had been the one to stepped in front of her,
TFP: Surprise! (Epologue: Fading dreams...)
Lauren gasped, waking up-startled...
"Come on, we have to get to the bus!" called Allison, before walking out.
To Lauren's utter surprise... she was still in the physics class, notes to her left, and to her right the black notebook with the start to a story, with the single line "After Physics, Lauren had hopped on a bus, and rode over to the local community college. From the student cent..." There was the eyelash still on her hand. She looked about for a moment, then breathed, she still felt her heart racing-pumping... "O-Optimus?" Everything was already beginning to fade away.
She sat there ins shock... how could it all have been just a dream? Lauren wiped away the tears on her cheeks, she was so... sad? What happened? What was the point? No-she refused to believe it was just a dream... maybe it was like Narnia, and she just had to find a way back! Lauren packed up her things, and walked out the door, before stopping, and glancing back into the room. "I will be back... I have
TFP: Surprise! (Chapter XVII: The Finale...)
You have come... the carrier of Optimus Prime's remembrance.
Lauren looked around, "Wait-what happened? Who said that?"
I am the spark of Cybertron...
Lauren froze, light was all around her, she could barely make herself out, and she stood on nothing. "Primus?" Lauren asked, "Wait, how-why are you speaking to me? I'm just a human..."
I fear it is too soon to reveal my intentions, Courage. You face an enemy at hand that you cannot defeat alone... your rescue it at hand. Keep the memory of cybertron within your spark. There is much to come, of which you and Optimus Prime must know.
"Wait-what? PRIMUS! How are you even--?!"
Lauren opened her eyes, and gasped, swerving away from the transformed vehicon, "Oh scrap!" What the heck was that?! She incresed speed, regaining balance, and she felt the heat from the fire behind her, "Oh what I would do for this to be Arcee right about now!" She looked in the rear-view mirror, and dodged accordingly. "Bad idea, La
TFP: Surprise! (Chapter XVI: Family Matters...)
"You will not change one's mind by delivering a fist to one's face!" scolded Optimus. "Why would you hit him? You were walking away!"
Lauren looked at her feet, standing in Optimus's right hand, "You don't know what he was saying."
"I do not need to know what he was saying, to know what you did in response was wrong, Lauren," Optimus continued.
"I-I didn't mean to, it just... happened," whispered Lauren, "I have no excuse."
"You owe Agent Woods an apology," Optimus said.
Lauren glared up at him, "I-will-not."
Melissa had been overhearing things as Optimus walked to the doorway, "You will not what?"
Optimus bent down, and offered Melissa his left hand, "You are her mother, you may wish to listen."
She nodded, and stepped up, before Optimus stood once more, "What happened?"
"I decked Agent Woods, and Optimus is mad about it," Lauren muttered.
Melissa blinked, "Why would you hit him?!"
"Because he was egging me on about abortion!" Lauren shouted.
"Oh dear," Melissa place a hand to her fac
TFP Surprise! (Lauren's Nightmare...)
All hail Unicron...
Lauren walked through the halls, baffled by the fact she was on the Nemesis... there was a creepy feeling drawing up her spine, and she couldn't shake it, no matter how hard she tried. Something was very wrong, her gut lurched, and her head was beating harder, she couldn't tell if this was another dream, or another memory! Optimus had said that after putting out Unicron, and losing his memory, he had gone with Megatron back to the Nemesis, but Lauren shouldn't have had those memories! Optimus himself couldn't even remember what happened when he was there.
"I am here."
Lauren looked ahead, she heard Optimus's voice, "Optimus?"
"I am here..."
That time it sounded like Megatron's voice! Lauren ran forward, "What's happening?! Where am I?!" Everything was so vivid, it was nothing like a dream to her. She felt the cold air rushing past her, the vibrations of her own boots slamming to the deck, and coming back up as she ran. "Optimus?!"
A faded image of Orion and M
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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