She Shalt Know Thine Pain: Day Two.[Remastered]

USA.

NEW YORK.

Café Resto.

A few hours before the clash.

16:38 P.M.

"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...?"

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

"Be Respectful, Brad. Stop playing and concentrate."

Talked a police-suited man with a more composed yet, serious tone.

"What would a man know it?"

Explained the red-haired woman, disgusted of the men surrounding her as she kept a cloth covering her nostrils.

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

Said Brad, already tripping, ready to throw a fit.

"Calm down, Brad. She can't touch you for who you are, the same goes for you. You can't keep talking to her like this. You may be 'you' but she's just as important as you."

Spoke the police man acting as a medium between the red woman and Brad.

"No need to get so serious, Jem. I'm just saying, that's all.. I need cof now.."

Backing off, Brad headed to the bar and ordered black coffee.

"I apologize for this, Miss Buë. Your presence makes him awry for some reason.."

"It doesn't matter. As long as we work together to get rid of what's to come. We must at all cost kill My Mother.. If not, New York will become another 'Chicago' or worse, America may fall..."

Now.

22:37 P.M.

Standing by the known coffee's van, Café Resto, a woman in black.

Sipping on a white fusioned almond-chocolate coffee medium cup, she was silently enjoying on her strangely made coffee until someone interrupted her.

"They're coming."

Talking so casually, it felt like something intimate happened between Lora and the woman in black.

"So theatrical! Can't they take the Eco-Bus? They are polluting so much with their big cars..."

As she finished her sentence, military vehicles appeared at the other end of the road.

Their motors rumbling like crazy, it announced the arrival of the people's absolute defense.

And to the front line, four black plain car woth tainted windows.

Stopping at a distance of more than a thousand feet from the woman in black, people got out of the cars forming a line covering the road's width.

From left to the right.

"I am Jeremiah Bell Witwicky. Eldest son of General Witwicky and An Autobot_Transmigrator. Nice to meet you, Woman In Black."

Announced himself as he kept a hand on his firearm and the next to his shoulder-radio.

"Brad or 'Baddie' for my Exes. Decepticon_Transmigrator. I'm here to find out who you're siding with."

Brad was second to talk and he didn't give in any doubt to think of, he wanted the woman in black to feel his need to exchange blows.

"Hello."

Said shyly a red haired woman as she couldn't lift her head at all in the distress of her own temper.

"Sam Witwicky. Autobot_Transmigrator, like Jem. Nice to see you're still alice, Teach."

Spoke with confidence, the tuxedo man as he tried to keep things real.

"Howie! I'm Doc, Remember me? I hope you don't--I did kill you. Consider me a bystander in this meet-up, okay?"

Speeched at last, a bald man in plain old man clothes. Fuming the ancient of smoke, he breathed out a fog so dark, it hid his malocious eyes.

And to the other side, the woman in black advanced forward as she was eager to meet her 'pseudo' enemy.

Coming up to them, she played the game and waited.

"This body is feeling weird at the sight of some of you, something happened, right? Not that it matters, I'm just here to discuss for peace between Autobots and Decepticons.. Non-Negociable."

A hand elevated interrupting the woman in black in her speech.

"It isn't for you to decide. You are entity unknown to the feud that happened for the past years. The numbers of killed that occurred, the amount of blood shed, the few fate that got entangled in it. I don't understand why you peeking your nose where you shouldn't."

The woman in black stayed silent as she fixated her eyes on Brad, the one who cut her off.

"Brad can be outfront for far too much sometime, excuse him on our behalf. What he meant to say is that you are not yet acknowledged here. You should leave this war which is out of your reach to us and the ones concerned.."

Intervening like a heroine, the red haired woman spoke with angst as she directed her sight on the woman in black.

The tuxedo man standing right by her, held her hands as a support as he could see struggle in her eyes.

The woman in black witnessed that little close contact and smirked a bit.

"Sure, I guess. But something's bugging me right now. Exactly, how much do you all know about me?"

And that envy to share what they knew suddenly shut down.

That question, they were clearly not prepared for it.

"That silence is bugging me even more now."

Tilting her head to the left, a thought came to her mind.

'..what if they had learnt of me somehow...'

The woman in black came to the conclusion that America somehow learnt of her information through some way. And it could have only been the work of another 'Ancient Being'..

"An Ancient being doesn't come around easily.. I can only think of a name."

Giggling to the sky, the woman in black took a step foward...

"Change of plan.."

The five people realized they lost to maintain control of the situation.

Looking at each others, only Jem and the red haired woman took the lead, as the others stoodstill, crazed by their own fear of losing their lives.

Marching with thrill, the woman in black spoke this:

"I give you all two choices: Either you take me to your headquarters, and no one gets killed, or, I kill all of you amd heads to your headquarters alone? Choose!"

And the second step ended with fists clashing under the gazing pure white moon.

The tuxedo man pushed first, thinking he could rival the woman in black but, a jab to the ribs didn't faze her at all.

Jem, took out his firearm, and shot twice at the woman in black's face.

Reacting faster than the speed of sound, the woman in black slapped the the tuxedo man with the back hand.

Digging a crackled hole in the ground, blood shed as he couldn't move anymore.

The woman in black looked at the tuxedo man, ignoring the bullets Jem shot.

"I've been walking this earth for only a day and I've already witnessed too many weaknesses. You serve no purpose dead. Stand down and give up, if you want to be remembered as a hero."

Jem, sweating of stress, pointed his gun at the woman in black, looking still at his powerlessness to the situation.

Closing the distance between them, the woman in black whispered to his ears.

"You should give up, like your white suited friend did. I find you useful in some way..

Jem, tears falling down the cheek, trembled at the sight of a demoness who spared his life when she could have extinguished it.

Moving forward, the woman in black this time faced the red haired woman.

Brad and The Doc rest behind, unwilling to fight the woman in black.

"I get the feeling that you don't like me at all."

"I don't care what you think..."

Lauching her body first, the red haired woman zapped at such a rapid speed in front of the woman in black that she ripped apart the concrete road.

Landing a blow to the face, the woman in black, unfazed, took it easily before countering with a foot to the stomach.

The red haired woman found her body suddenly flying a few feet backwards.

As she stood right back up, she coughed up blood before going at it again.

"Tch!"

Angered by the difference of power, she couldn't understand why things were not going how she planned it.

Looking to the side as she took a beating, the people she came with, the reinforcements standing by; Doing Nothing.

She realized:

She was facing Humanity's greatest Calamity, A.L.O.N.E.

But her pride wouldn't make her beg for her life.

Instead, she kept trying to fight back as much as she could.

But each time, she was simply suppressed with sheer force.

"Anger is blinding your clear judgement. And it won't remove the pain that's eating you right now. How about Y.O.U accept that no one can kill me right now?"

At a standstill, the woman in black left the red haired woman room to think and breathe.

"...if.. if.....hmm.m..mm..n.. if i don't kill you, you will kill all the humans one day--...."

Collapsing due to the loss of blood, the red haired woman was finally defeated physically, but not mentally.

"Nay a shed of tears nor a smile.. Scary young woman... To act this way when you don't even hate me.. So troublesome, youngsters of the new days."

Spoke the woman in black with bloodied hands and a serious expression to the face.

~to be continued~