She Shalt Know Thine Pain: Day Two.

It hasn't been long since I've become another person, or rather, another thing.

Blood was no more flowing through me.

My heart had stopped beating the moment I became somebody else.

But my brain was alive.

I was a shallow one with a mind.

And strangely, I was STILL BOTH Michelle Ranna and Quintessa at the same time.

I felt a sort of lost and found feeling.

Like sugar and salt taste.

Sometimes, the sugar was the aftertaste.

And sometimes, it was the saltness.

A fusion of two opposites in one messy body.

Michelle Ranna, who was an excessive coward and Quintessia, who was an excessive manipulator.

But what tasted far longer than the other one was my anger.

I was angry at the people who killed Osléo Buë, My Daughter.

I was no longer a human.

When the blue-haired one pierced my heart with the black shard, I became something else.

Something worse than this world ever knew.

And little did I know how much troubles and hardships I would cause with my whims.

But it doesn't matter, does it?

Because I am....

EVENING.

Somewhere In The Indian Ocean.

SEYCHELLES.

"I wanna puke...."

says a man with brown hair like most of the population.

"Just puke then. I read somewhere that it could kill you if you are not careful, about puking, I mean."

Replies his best friend, a beret on his head too.

"Jonah, just puke. Don't listen to our thick head. Young, stop playing around with your words. You know how Jonah is sensible to everything."

Adds a third guy, with a beret too on his head.

"The big brother protecting the little one. How cute.. But I'm not joking about my info. Puking can kill people. Once, the niece of the friend of my uncle told me that and since, it struck me. I was always wondered like, if we can die that easily, then, what's the point of living?"

"Just shut up, Jonah. You'll make Young cry again if you continue."

And it was true.

The guy known as 'Young' started crying hearing the reality of Jonah's words.

"..it's alright, brother Jaddar...i'll manage."

Replies, finally, with a bit of difficulty, Young who threw up his last night's dinner.

Good Morning, Rodrigues... Or was it, Mauritius..

Or was it La Réunion..?

Shit! I forgot the island's name...

Well, it doesn't matter.

I salute my life with joy as I know, today is a good day to live and feel lotta pleasure.

Like swimming, dancing, playing(if you see what i mean..)

Hehe...

I'm Jonah.

To my left you will find, Young.

A sensitive male who is also an Overthinker and hates lies.

Quite the loner.

He couldn't fit the social world as he always told the truth and that everybody else are just meat of lies.

Also, he doesn't do talking.

But I love the personnage.

To my right, is, Jaddar.

The adopted child who always had a knack for responsibility stuff.

Loves to protect his little brother.

And he is a man who loves man.

So, he too can't befriend in his hectic social world where minority of unique individuals can't fit.

After one year of working our asses off at the most popular Tech Corps in the world; Prime, we finally-lly-lly-lly get to sit out asses full of stress on a heavenly beautiful beach with a soothing and carressing turquoise blue sea and birds and dolphins and.....peace.

"Jonah, stop daydreaming! Don't you hear that? Like a whistle blowing up.. Plus, the smell.. It feels like like something is burning."

Said a worried Jaddar over our asses.

As I stood up to look out for anything.

I could smell.

I could hear.

But there was nothing in the horizon.

And then..

As I looked upwards.

I saw a person.

Falling.

I saw fire.

The earth trembling.

My head turning automatically to my right.

Jaddar was already dashing towards me with Young on his shoulder.

As he picked me up.

He ran as far as possible in some direction.

And when the falling person landed, the breath pushed and pulled us away.

Making our asses more hurt than necessary.

Maybe, I should start to say 'ass'.

It's getting weird.

[Sighs]

Jaddar's fault.

I'm his boyfriend and yet, he don't want to....

Anyways.

"It was definitely a person..!! What should we do? This could be an alien..?"

Hurries a Jaddar out of breath to us, making sure we good.

I reply:

"I'm sure that it was a woman... And it felt like she was crying."

"Did you hit your head!? You telling me that this thing that fell from the sky was a human who was crying? Don't kid--"

"...guys.....stop fighting, please. something is moving. look at the smoke."

Interrupts a Young, tired of useless malice.

And then, before the three us appeared a woman.

Hair darker than pit black and skin whitier than white.

Her clothes was burnt off.

She was standing like nothing serious happened scanning the zone.

And then, I tried to converse with her...

"I'm Jonah. Can you tell us what happened to you? How are you still alive?...Maybe.."

She didn't respond.

She just cried her ass off.

Silently, tears streaming down her cheek.

"You made her cry, Jonah-bully.."

"But, Jaddar...?? I was just asking to mak--"

"..bestie...bullying.."

"No!! Young.. Not you. I would never.. Look guys!!"

But they don't believe me.

Glaring at me with their eyes of eagle.

Alright.

"Hey! I apologize for talking to you like that. Don't cry and just calm down. You are safe here. There's literally no one on this island since the rise in sea level chased the inhabitants away. But that's not the subject. I'm sorry, I talk a lot and for nothing. My bad, haha! I'l redo the introduction."

She, then, stops tearing.

Looking at me with great attention.

She listens.

That's new.. Normally, people would hate to hear me babble.

"I'm Jonah Bell. A Programmer working at Prime. I'm a genius at history of the world and I know a lot of pretty stuff. This, Young. His real name is Ishbar Justine. Brother of the other one, Jaddar Francis. We grew up together and we will die forever. That's our motto.."

States Jonah with A Big Smile.

The woman understood right away that he was the sun of the Three's.

"Where?"

She spoke?

That's new.

Her voice is rather sweet for a woman of her..age...

Wait!

Why did I think she was old when she's clearly in her twenties..?

"This is An Island. Forgot the name.. The sea's called Indian Ocean."

Fucking embarrassing to not know the island's name.

Hence, this was how our meeting with Michelle Ranna went.

"So, now, would you be willing to explain how you almost crashed on us with that thick body of yours?"

I ask as the brothers are backing me up.

"...I ran away from a war I've won."

"War?...Like a battlefield with good and bad sides..."

"Good and bad? It isn't a question of extreme opposites, but more of what is just and wrong."

"What's the difference? At the end, it is the same."

Jonah points out.

The brothers behind him whispers to Jonah to be careful with his words.

"I can understand you. I'm partially a human for now and the emotions I get from that side is enough to suppress my envy to---Anyways, do you have a spot where I can rest?"

"Of course."

One of the brothers abtuptly says.

It is Young.

Directing her to find ruined shelter a few kilometers from where they are.

"What are you doing, Young? Come back there.."

Screams the older brother, edgy.

He motions his hands as to make Young come back to him but it doesn't work.

But Young replies with a 'I'm okay.. I won't die yet.'.

And so, the woman and Young wanders through the desertic island.

And as they go down a path to the center of the island.

The woman questions Young as to know what is exactly going on.

"You a Prophet.. I can feel it now that I've come accustomed to your kin's presence. What is a Prophet of your calliber doing here?"

Young, eyes completely different from when he was with his brother and the dumbass, answers with a serious tone.

"Not Your Business, Quintessia. Earlier, you said that you fled the battlefield. I guess you met her.."

"I did."

Replies the sadened woman re-thinking about what happened this noon.

"I see. I guess it was too soon. Unlike you, a goddess who recently gained her power, not to say that it was just yesterday. You are at your weakest point right now. She must have been ten times stronger, right? Athéna, The Prime Of Life."

The woman winces.

"In my vision, you didn't falter back because she was another sorceress stronger than you. You ran away because she was---"

THIS MORNING, Dawn.

Osléo Buë.

A little child I adopted when I first came in Canada.

She died as I was tricked and tortured.

She died because I was weak, or at least, that's what I think.

As I have those flashbacks of the past from time to time, I still can't remember how she was.

I still can't get the grasp of it.

It's bothersome to get lost within myself.

Maybe, A 'Witwicky' Prophet could help me find out my hidden memories that I long to find.

And to do that.

I have my way.

Now, I need a way to meet them safely.

Sadly, as I am right now.

Optimus Prime, who is absolutely the weakest Prime compared to THAT ONE, could take me down.

And time isn't on my side.

The blue-haired bitch, along with the Morterol dude are prepping something bad.

And I feel like they want to fuck up this world.

...Human nature sure is fucked up too.

They have such an amazing world and they want to give it up.

Cybertron, whom I created with faith, got destroyed by traitors who didn't had faith.

If I had the power right now, I would gladly make this world mine.

But I strongly want only ONE THING.

Osléo Buë.

Maybe, I can use The Blue-Haired bitch.

"Despite the Robots, you still talk over a Talkie-Walkie... Surprising. I'm here because I want to go out.. Take me out. Somewhere crowded. Somewhere I can meet Optimus Prime and his dubbies. Somewhere I can dog him up. I want to have fun!!!"

And hence, I ended up with the blue-haired bitch in New York.

The Robots stayed at home waiting for her orders.

NEW YORK.

NOON.

A megacity...

But is so small though..

I guess human level is complicated to get used to.

But having a meaty body is quite nice.

I can feel with hands.

I can see with my eyes.

I can talk with my mouth.

I can do things I couldn't before.

Anyways, let's get back to the serious stuff.

I am in New York.

Pretty icy building.

An up-lifting atmosphere.

Busy walkers, as I call them, humans who walks rapidly for some reason.

The blue haired bitch used what she calls the cellphone to communicate with the Autobots and co.

As she waits on the side, sipping an orange tea.

I stare at the sky.

Wondering...

Who Am I?

But suddenly, mechanical voices are heard across the streets crowded of people.

Cars started to head ways opposite to me.

And just a handful bunch of special cars appear.

A red-blued heavy truck.

A yellow massacro.

A greyish-blue audi.

And a few tanks behind them.

They make a stop when they reach close to five hundred metres from me.

They wait.

And then, I hear a recognizable voice.

"This is the Former-General Witwicky on the phone. The woman before us has been identified, danger threat to international level. All civil shall evacuate the area if it hasn't been done yet. This is not an exercise. All civil shall evacuate the area as quick as possible. This city may become a war zone soon.."

As the transmission ends, the truck, the massacro and the audi start to drive forward.

With the windshield tainted black, I couldn't see who was inside.

And as a strange thought went through my mind at the moment.

I thought to myself:

'Strange. I feel like, we are FAMILY.'

But what followed was nothing like a family reunion.

"Autobots, Roll out!"

I heard with an epic sound behind.

It was Optimus Prime.

Following that was them, transforming.

A twenty-two feet tall robot coloured red and blue, with a fourteen feet great sword strapped to his back.

It was definitely Optimus Prime.

A nineteen feet tall yellow bumbelbee.

And a twenty feet weirdo with a katana.

"Hey! Our Mother, are you sure about this? How do you know they will bring their own prophet guy here? It would be suicide if they did so.. Plus, you eavesdropped me when I was on the Talkie-Walkie with Meggie. You know that Optimus Prime can hurt you in your state.."

"It's too late to mother talk me, blue-haired bitch.. I am already in the range of the prime sucker.. I will go parlé with them. Stay behind and tell the decepticons to prepare themselves. I don't want them in «mini-mode», like last time. I want them to go "full-transformation»."

With words being said, Michelle Ranna advanced forward towards danger.

Down the street, hidden in the shadown, people who couldn't run away.

Husband.

Wife.

Children.

They were afraid.

Not of the giant robots walking and shaking the ground with each of their steps.

But of the woman moving silently and with a menacing aura around her.

"Autobots!....Quintessia, you are still alive, it seems. What have you come to claim this time!?"

The big dude is lively this time.

Looks like it'll be more complex to try and dog him up like I did last time with his dubbies backing him up.

I'll try another approach then.

"GENERAL WITWICKY! DO YOU REMEMBER ME!? I AM THE FUCKING PERSON YOU TORTURED TO NEAR-DEATH BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS LINKED TO YOUR DAUGHTER'S DEATH!! GUESS WHAT? I BROUGHT HER HERE TODAY SO THAT WE CAN HAVE A FAMILY REUNION!!! REJOICE!!!"

The Autobots facing her for that short moment felt an oppressing threat near.

Instinctively, they lauched their body towards her.

The General Witwicky tried to stop them.

But it was too late.

Bell, from the back, knew that she wouldn't die.

Optimus prime, blinded by fear, jumped too.

And Michelle Ranna...

"I guess this is what you humans call; Self-Defence."

Warped behind optimus Prime, grabbing his feet and throwing him crashing the ground.

Bumblebee, mid-air, could only block the next hit but sustained heavy damage, nonetheless.

And the weirdo, with the sight of a falcon, was already swinging his katana.

Michelle Ranna, weak, decided to attack with full force.

Enough to one kill the weirdo.

At that moment, the weirdo was sure to be killed.

But.

No one could have guessed who would appear.

Suddenly, a gentle hand stopped the katana and the punch of Michelle Ranna.

The weirdo then, bowed his head.

Bumblebee followed.

Optimus Prime, closed his eyes.

"Orion Pax, B-127 and Prima. Calm down, guys. You will just die if you try to touch her. She may not look like it, but my mama is powerful. Aren't I right, mama?"

But Michelle Ranna's eyes were wide open.

Shocked upon words.

"Osléo Buë"

She whispered.

To Michelle Ranna who lost her daughter just yesterday.

Seeing THE ONE THING she wished to.

She lowered her guards.

Opened herself entirely.

Forgot she was facing The Enemy.

To Michelle Ranna, she had found her's.

The reason her humane side was still present inside of her.

Walking towards her daughter whom she'd lost a day ago.

From the sight of the others, it seemed like a reunion of a mother to her daughter.

But to Osléo Buë's side, it was the most disgusting reunion ever.

"Don't come any closer, mama. We are Enemies, right now. Did you forget already?"

Michelle Ranna, hearing the voice of her's again, is at a...

"I thought you could talk.. You are still the same as before. Or have you started to look different? Can't tell.. You look sus through and through."

With a gesture of hand, Osléo Buë indicates to the Autobots to back up.

"mama... You must remember everything. That is the only way we can save the world."

But Michelle Ranna doesn't hear that.

She is just lost in her thoughts.

For her daughter to stop her punch earlier meant that she was stronger.

It meant that she was used to this situation.

That's when Michelle Ranna realised.

She was being tested all the while.

She understood that her daughter playing since her adoption.

She understood that she was being used.

She understood that the very reason for her situation was because of her supoosedly daughter.

"Those eyes... I can feel what you think right now. It is true, I did fake my death. But it was to make you stronger. From the moment you was born, you were fated to be Quintessia. You may be a coward but when you are attached to someone, you will do your best to make her live with a smile. There are greater forces threatening this land. We Need You to protect it."

But Michelle Ranna STILL COULDN'T HEAR the words.

As they were too much complicated.

The Osléo Buë she so desperately wished to see, to find, to meet.

Was just another bitch using her.

To hell with the greater force menacing this world.

To hell with saving.

It didn't matter anymore, thought she.

'I don't know who I should try to be anymore. So many expectations.. I just wanna stay a coward.'

Thus, without saying a word to her supposedly daughter.

Michelle Ranna ran away from the battlefield.

NOW.

SEYCHELLES.

"In my vision, you didn't falter back because she was another sorceress stronger than you. You ran away because she was The One Thing you absolutely wanted but that used you either way."

Says a Young, serious and mysterious.

"As a Prophet, you must have felt me when I came back to life. Did you know that She was with them?"

Young, staring into Michelle Ranna's eyes, nods to agree.

"You aren't making much sense with that question. I was surprised to be honest. The Quintessia We Knew was fearsome and a murderer. Instead, your humane side made you soft. Right now, the questions I want to ask is..."

-Who are you?

-Are you the one who will destroy earth?

-Or are you the one who will save it?

-Will you work out what is just to all and wrong to none or the contrary?

-What do you wish to do now?

Will you be the pawn or will you be the mastermind?

In Michelle Ranna's mind..

She thought:

"I shall make this world MINE, and mine to taste only."

To be continued.

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