id.est.a.grin.knight..: Day Two.

Jeremiah Bell is a name given to me when I was born.

My father and mother gave me this name to showcase to the world that; 'god is high'.

And they were right.

As someone who negliged his path for far too long, I must make ammend to my peers.

...

USA.

NEW YORK.

Café Resto.

A few hours before the clash.

"....Michelle Ranna.. Your mother is getting the world's strongest army to chase her. That is certainly a feat in itself.. Do you think she'll die or...?"

Says a smiling Brad Lafleur to a woman with red hair and nice body features such as plumpy breast and nice hip form.

"Stop your nonsense, Baddie. Just sip on your capu.. Osléo, don't mind him. You know him well.."

Excuses off a police-suited man with a composed yet, serious tone.

"At the very least, he's true to himself, unlike some people."

Explains a red-haired woman, disgusted of the sight of coffee, as always.

"I will assume you are not referring to me.."

Says Jeremiah Bell, worried.

"At the very least, you make good plan, JB."

Ends the red-haired woman up of the conversation and heads out.

Moments later, the red-haired woman a.k.a Osléo Buë clashed her mother; Michelle Ranna a.k.a Quintessa.

SEYCHELLES.

Bay.

Now.

"..Ah! I forgot the blue-haired bitch.. Wonder if she's okay."

Says a Michelle avoiding the question Young asked.

"You won't tell me, huh? It's okay. I already know the answer anyway.. And you must know it too. You came here for Jonah, right?"

Asks Young, eyes closed, thinking of earlier.

"...You, Prophets, are a top notch above Humans. I knew I wouldn't be able to meet the direct one; Jeremiah Bell because of Optimus Prime. But I just needed informations on his little brother whereabouts. Hence, I landed here."

Fuck!

We're in a bigger mess than I thought.

It's too soon to meet Quintessia.

She will wipe us all if I don't choose my words correctly.

"No need to sweat now. I just want to have a friendly convo. I WAS a prophet myself in my younger age. Quite the millenaires back. But I do know how precious a prophet worth is. I don't kill for fun, yet. No need to worry.."

Her humane side is really the sole reason why Earth is still intact, right now.

I can't even think how this would end if THE REAL QUINTESSIA....

Let's just forget about it.

Don't stress over nothing.

I need to maintain my composure.

Because I will try to lie to her...

"Jonah Bell. The Genius. The Prophet status he actually has is unknown to the world. The fact that he is The Jeremiah Bell's little brother is known by a few selected only. He will help you. But, promise to never do us, three, harm. We're currently on a vacation."

I hope that'll do.

"I just want him to answer one of my question. Where is the All-Spark?"

Huhh??!?

The All-Spark?

Does she plan on cybertronizing Earth??

No!

She's still humane.

She won't hurt her own land.

Then, why?

Don't tell me....

U-

"Shhh, Prophet. I can read your mind and you are giving away all the surprise. Now, shall we return to your friends? I'm getting hungry[Joking!]"

Replies a grinning Michelle interrupting Young middle course of his speech as if she knew that he knew her plan.

Back to the bay.

"Young!! You sur--Ahh! The woman is back.. What's going on?"

Jonah running to Young with a smile, suddenly realizes that the woman is here too.

"...she wishes to ask you something, jonah-bestie.."

Says a Young, all shy and feeble to Jonah.

A complete change in attitude.

Michelle Ranna is amazed at the acting skill of Young.

Being able to dupe his close friend..

Even she couldn't have done that if she tried.

..I wonder if Michelle Ranna has friends...

"Alright! Alright!! No need to act shy now!? My eyes' seen enough explosions for today."

Replies a Jonah Bell playing the dumb character.

"So, what is your question??" He follows with as he pats Young's head.

"The All-Spark.. Where is it?"

Jonah Bell, Genius, who was skilled at never showing his true intentions.

Had eyes and the mouth, at that moment, bigger than any asshole, literally.

"Th-Th-Th-Th---What!??!?"

Backing up from Michelle Ranna, Jonah Bell looked the other way, as if looking for a way out.

But all he could see was the beautiful turquoise sea.

Simply put: There was no way out.

"Jonah, calm down.. We still don't know what that woman wants and we don't really care. I won't tell her about the exact location as it always changes and we don't have access to that info at all. But--"

Adds Jaddar, acting as the big brother and saving the situation.

"But?"

Questions Michelle Ranna, curious to his answer.

"There is a guardian who's been assigned by some deity, the holder of the cube. He claims himself to be the Knight.. His name is Harrison Dam. He will know, I swear..."

Michelle Ranna stared at them.

Then, looked at Young.

Young, sweating, doubted at Michelle Ranna's promise to leave them without harm.

But with a smile strapped to her face, Michelle Ranna faded away.

"Bye.."

And as theatrical was her entrance, silence was what would describe her good-bye's the best.

The three boys, grasping the situation they are in, decided to return back home: USA.

FRANCE.

Paris.

La Rue D'éteulier.

The third house on the right side of the street.

..I feel like lately, she's been feeling more shitty than usual...

Must be her period getting the best of her.

Damn, why was god so cruel when he created woman?

As if: God is sexist towards them.

"You're starting to irritate me by thinking.. Can you tell me why?"

A-hem!

Anyways, let's stop talking bullshit.

I'm Harry and I'm very much A Boy.

Nearing my eighteenth year, I can finally taste freedom.

I will soon have obtain pussies to soothe with my baton.

"Yea! You are irritating the hell out of me for no reason.. Must be your stupid face or something.."

Soooo, I guess this is my turn to take the lead of the story.

Like I said, I'm Harry.

A Knight.

A smiling Knight, to be precise.

I love joking about every situation because in my teenage path, I suffered a lotta losses..

In my fresh adult time, I wish to change that and put a smile on my face everyday.

Enough about my personal life..

The girl threatening me each time I go overboard with my pleasantries, name's, Sam.

She is my esquire.

And together, we fight alongside the Autobots.

"Sam, you are supposed to respect Your Knight.. And yet, you hit me each time my thoughts goes beyond the common sense.. Why?"

"Don't anger me..."

Alright.. That is dangerous.

As you can see, my fellow esquire Sam is going through her period right now and I suffer each time it occurs.

She feels the need to punish me even though I'm Mysogynist Racist Homophobic Etc..JUST IN MY THOUGHTS...

Woman...

Why did god make them so scary?

If only they were eductated BETTER...

"Shut up.."

I feel like a puppy.

Unable to express my most innermost bullshi--Thoughts.. I mean, my most innermost thoughts.

When did life become so harsh?

Before, I was free to be myself.

But now, I got responsibility.

S[p]ider-man's uncle was right.

'Great Powers Implies Great Responsibilities'

But then, I never wanted those responsibilities.

I just wanted my life of being a coward.

I had food.

I had friends.

I had school.

I had my girlfriend.

But then, it all changed.

Because I found out something very important to many's..

'The All-Spark'..

A weird-criptic cube.

That some random old decepticon dude, I believe he was, just gave me the role of his: A knight.

Thus, I became The Knight.

Guardian Of The Cube.

To be continued.

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