Chapter 1.

The All-Spark.. The Treasure that sparks all the desires of the entire universe. Source of infinite power and deep lust from the beings of the universe as it once led a planet to its own destruction.

The All Spark points out the beginning of our protagonist story as she will be given life through the latter by a ******.

2017.

EARTH.

North-Western Country.

Canada.

XX XX Rue X, Montreal, Canada.

Mixed School.

"...--as denoted in the chapter 16th in your French Historical War book, page xx, you can see the historian picking up the quotes of Napoleon with a certain sarcasm. That shares with us all that this historian understood The Great Napoleon true intention. She, thus, quotes here;'Tis this moment be legit, a man with a kid's mind was wrongfully gifted god's message.'--What she means by that is pretty simple. Napoleon is often praised for being France history pillar. But that never meant to accept him as a great figure, the public assumed so. And it's totally understandable. We live in a world of freedom speech, and it would be wrong to limit your mind with only the goods. Sometimes, you have to take some of the bad out of the good."

The story unravels on a peculiar character whose pasts keep on haunting her. Introducing an unaware teacher of the fate that await her.

"Teach! Teach!! I've got a question then.. If you say that being 'bad' is good sometimes? Do you think that the misery of the world is something we should keep?"

Espressing herself from the last row of the classroom, a younger version of the teacher made her point as she was intrigued of her teacher's say.

"Interesting question but wrong thinking there.. But then, you, and especially you, shouldn't have to worry. Y'all have the time and accessibility to find out what I meant here. History tells us that 'ambition, courage, drive, vision' come at a price. The past leaders made the world of today, it isn't me or the current president of Mauritius, a remote island near Africa. But human reasoning to such facts is pretty much the same. ‹We›: are destroying the world. There is so much that history doesn't tell and yet, the few specks that are left is something that needs to be learnt. It isn't easy to accept reality when you are driven by ambition and guided through a vision, but it all becomes null next to unfathomable--"

*Drii~ing* *Drii~ing*

"-Knowledge."

Expecting the girls to waltz out of the class room, quite the contrary occurred.

They all, rather, stayed put and with a determined look wanted the teach to keeo ongoing.... Except one.

The one who appears to look like the teach stands up and walks over to the front.

"What's going on? You all got a heat stroke or something?"

Asks the Teach but no one replies.

"Why do you need to always prove a point? Why don't you show your real side? That wicked side of yours? The one that gave up ON US, on....me.."

The girls, spectating, gulped a mouthful of their salivas at that moment, the seriousness of the situation demanded it.

The teach noticed this anxious room and sighed before agreeing to hearing out what she needed to say.

"...you speak of valors of humanity but you have none. you are just like the others. you will abandon all of us again someday when you feel like it."

Expresionless at what appeares to be her daughter, the Teach responds calmly.

"Theresay, it is null the place or the moment to discuss of pricate matters. This is an institution and you are tresspassing your rights right now.

A mono- tone.

The seriousness.

The expression.

The tension was for a reason.

It was the reunion of a mother and her daughter.

".....No."

The girl denied.

She was too furious to think straight.

But the Teach adds this before the daughter has the time to react properly.

"Heroes die and villains live. What about the little people then? What about the politics? What about the golden spoon and silver spoon? What becomes of Earth at that moment?-- Theresay, realise that you are not the centre of attention. now, make mommy proud and go sit back."

A sudden slap in the face, the teach is at a loss for words and grits at the pain.

Everybody is shocked.

"I knew you couldn't change, piece of shit."

*Thud*

"Target apprehended.--Thanks for your help Little Miss. We finally got our hand on 'the goddess'.."

A hit to the head with a metallic bat, the teach fades to the unciousness as a mysterious Tuxedo picks her up.

Accomplice, the girl does nothing but watch and grins..

"I should be the one thanking you, Sam. You did the right thing.."

Hurrying to the car with the teach knocked out, the tuxedo man shares the good news over the talkie.

Putting her in the trunk of a 1978 Safari's, he rides over to a famously known area of the United States.

Zone 51...

The next day.

TEXAS.

37° 14′ 06″ north, 115° 48′ 40″ west.

"..---this bitch is finally within our grasps. The Primes pressured the United States Army into capturing her. We should just kill her.."

Screams a fat man, a high official of US Army.

Slowly waking up from the painful slumber, the teach spots a few people surrounding her in a tent.

"You must be confused. I apologize for any inconvenience caused. My name is 'Doc', nice to finally meet 'the goddess'."

To the left, a talkative bearded doctor and to the right, the fat official.

The teach first thought was; "Am I dreaming?"

"Looking for answers, am I wrong? Anyway, I'll get straight to the point. We have been coerced a few weeks ago by a decepticon and a human riding it. A name rose up.."

Mine...: Adds the teach, roped and slowly bleeding on her head.

"Yes. Your name rose up.. And it doesn't end here. But that is something that you shouldn't concern yourself about. As you can guess, we've learnt too much about what you could do. We can't take the risk of having 'someone like you' among US."

"You want to kill me?"

Asks the teach, worrying and fearing for her life.

"This feels like the medieval age. When a simple misinterpretation of a sentence could kill a village.. What if you are all wrong? What if, I'm not the one you're looking for?"

But the teach's voice did not matter.

"We told you, we can't take the risk.."

Adds the Doc before taking a step back.

"This is unlawful. You can't defy the constitution.. I have my rights.."

Replies the teach as she started to fight herself out of her bind.

"You lost every right the moment 'you was you'. I am sorry to announce it like that but starting today, you are no longer alive. My business ends here. Have fun with the General Witwicky as I have matters to attend to. It was nice meeting a goddess, too bad, you were born a bad one."

The Doc leaves the tent right after whispering a few words to the tuxedo man who was on the sideline watching everything.

The tuxedo man then leaves too, leaving the General Witwicky with the teach.

"The president ordered the army to get rid of you, but that won't cut it. You are a bitch that's causing serious pain in my ass.. I have other business for you. Before I kill you, I'm gonna fuck you up. You, who killed so many people."

Listening to the wrath of that man, the teach did not understand at all.

She is a teacher, thought she.

Why is she suddenly the enemy everyone thinks she is?

Since being kidnapped, nothing was explained to her.

"Your innocent face is annoying. It pains me to believe you are a Omega Level Threat to the world."

The bald dude then asks the teach this.

"Cade Yeager? Theresay Osléo? What did you do to them ten years ago?"

Hearing names that she thought no one would've brought up to her again in her life, the teach sheds a tear before answering.

"..I cannot tell you that.. I am no longer part of their family.. I am just a woman who betrayed the hero of the world."

*Slap!*

But a hard slap bruised the teach's face as the general witwicky made a stern face.

"Your tone. Fix it up. It is time you own up to your actions."

Taking off his hat, General Witwicky rubs his hands.

"You don't need to speak anymore. Your time has just ended."

//

Flashback.

Morning of that same day.

USA.

NEW YORK.

At Café Resto.

"..Your face is weird. Did a gal propose to you or what?"

Says policeman A to another as they tastes pancakes.

"It's your grinning face that's making me feel disgusted. Can't you leave the Mademoiselle alone? Your stares are killing her.."

Tries to explain the policeman B.

"Jem, you need to leave it alone. I am free to glare at any-fucking-one I want. This is a Free world.."

Policeman A, Jem, with his silky brown hair, smirked before standing up.

"Brad, I've had enough of your bullshit man. You are going to get gang-bang by a bunch of women one day if you keep acting like a pervert.."

Policeman B, Brad, with his curly black hair, does a finger to Jem as this one leaves the Café.

Outside the Café.

As Jem got out of the Café, he heard the radio of his car running wild as urgent messages from a robotic womanly voice announced a bank heist taking place not far from his position.

As quick as he could, he started the engine of his ride and burned the tyre to the north of the city.

And in the shadow from behind, a safari following...

As Jem arrived at the scene, he joined the other fellow officers as they all took cover behind their cars.

A mad mini version of megatron shooting at sight, sparring no time for the surrounding for any rest.

Civilians stuck inside of the bank premises, the policemen couldn't act freely and waited for a cue somehow.

A safari car stopped close by, from which came out a tuxedo man.

Slicked back blond hair, an elite white 'DanielReCollection' suit, a black mika loafer spazzolato 38 and a electric smoke in the mouth.

Black eyes staring at the surprised decepticon, the officers used up the moment to rescue the civilians safely.

As the civilians were put to safety, the tuxedo man walked towards Jem who was still hiding behind a car, mesmerized by the situation.

"I apologize for the sudden appearance, Jeremiah Bell Witwicky. I was sent by your Father, The General Witwicky to ask for your assistance. May I have a moment of your time, please?"

Whispered the tuxedo man to Jem's ears.

Next Thing You Know, Jem follows the tuxedo man because he knew the tuxedo man was a trustful ally.

"Just stay in the car, I don't want your uniform to catch some dirt.. I'll cut it short. Approximately six months ago, Megatron showed his balls at the Musée du Louvre in France. Sources said that he showed up there with a woman riding his back. A blue-d hair woman who strangely ressembled your late sister. The thing is--Few of their conversations were intercepted despite the highly technologic frequency breaker.."

"What are you saying?"

Gulping down his saliva, Jem heard something he wished he wouldn't have.

"The All-Spark has been mentioned more than once. It would seem that an unknown force is prying its nose right where it shouldn't."

"You are kidding! That 'thing' disappeared along with Optimus, it is impossible that they would bring it back up for no reason. Unless..."

A dramatic look at the horizon, the tuxedo man continues.

"Doc shared the same reaction but we can't deny this possibility. The Decepticon seemed to have found a way to bring The All-Spark back on Earth."

The tuxedo man broke it out so easily that Jem forgot to be shocked truthfully.

"There's more."

Preparing his ears to hearing more, Jem lost his beliefs in gods as his worst fears realised itself.

"A name came up. We believe, as archived in by the ancestors decepticons of the time of The Fallen, that it is the Goddess that created Cybertron; Quintessa. It is very much appropriate to assume that she survived and is hiding somewhere on Earth. Thankfully, we've got a lead. We were hoping that Miss Theresay Osléo would've helped us. America is quite in a binge."

"I can put you through Buë, but I doubt she will help. I know her, unless she's got personal reasons to something, she won't even spare an eye on it."

The tuxedo man brushed his hair backwards as he grabbed a button-phone. As a chime resonated, the tuxedo man started the engine of his car.

"That's all I wanted to hear. We both she won't ignore this."

NOW.

TEXAS.

37° 14′ 06″ north, 115° 48′ 40″ west.

General Witwicky's Personal Tent.

"You know what; I hate your kind. I always hated your kind. Be it autobots or decepticons.. Y'all messed our Earth like suckers. I need to get that anger out of me a bit before terminating your life."

The General explains and cleanes the used-tools contaminated by blood.

Before him, a teach naked and covered of brutal cuts. Whipped to sore skins. Blood leaking out of her body as if she was being juiced out. Concussion and fracture. Her toenails peeled off.

"Invading other planets for bullshit reasons. Causing massive destruction. Letting crappy hatred be the reasons of a chaos. We hate you.. And I speak in the name of every humans."

Teach, weakened, could barely keep herself upright. Her body hanging to the side, she somehow managed to say a few words before collapsing for good.

"...i.. i... rea..y.. ... .. .. .. really.... don't.. kn..kn..--"

On the last stand of the Teach, an honest woman who till the end, 'said her truth'.

Tears of blood flowing out of her eyes.

Nothing at that moment could describe what she went through.

Her body was damaged beyond surgical repairs.

Her mind, severed to the utmost limit.

She gave up on her life.

But hanged on to the truth.

"I really don't know..."--was what she meant to say.

But then, 'something' attacked Zone 51.

...

*BOOM**

"It's fighting time!!"

Said a sixteen feet tall robot known as The Ant-eater with giant mechanical saws intead of hands.

Busting in amidst armed soldiers, it screamed his robotic voice to the surroundings as if wanting to attract the attention to itself at all cost.

Following behind, two explosions.

"Yo Ant! Sorry, I'm late.. You know how women are. They are such a hassle to please!!"

Shouted a fourteen feet tall robot known as Green, a giant clown mask covering it's face and a big rifle on it's hands.

To which added a womanized robotic voice a few feet away from Green:

"Keep barking like Ant and I'll teach you some manners."

This one was known as Love, and she was thirteen feet tall. Her specialty was her golden knuckles highly radioative.

"Easy Everyone. Remember your purpose, this is not the war yet."

Said, at last, the worst of his kind and the one who was thirty-five feet tall. Optimus Prime Sworn Enemy and Earth's most terrific Villain, Megatron.

The US soldiers witnessed the scene and doubted at themselves.

'Why should we partake in a fight that isn't ours.'

Which was somehow true.

Why should they die for a cause they don't believe in?

But then, as they noticed they were surrounded by four Killing Machines.

While a portion of the soldiers gave up and knelt at the sight of Megatron wishing they were by their side.

Most of the soldiers walked towards the machines looking all mighty, they glared and...

'We aren't afraid of heartless machines.'

The Three Underdogs waiting for some orders, Megatron held his hand high as if saying to not harm and to wait.

The soldiers, feeling lost, didn't move a hair because they thought that they would die if they even made a peck of sound.

But the pleasure of having the once-dominant predator of Earth at their feet made one of them almost go mad.

Ant-Eater talked to himself as he nearly ripped apart a shocked US soldier.

"My old brother, calm down. You will have your time, but it isn't now."

Added a Megatron with it's imposing figure as it scanned the areas looking for a specific 'thing'.

But the chance that it would find an official was close to impossible.

The reason being that in difficult positions, every high officer, except solders, would have taken refuge in a bunker.

Thus making High-Officials like; the General Witwicky, the tuxedo man, the Doc and a few others important heads too, unreachable.

But in that confusion, one more person had been left behind.

"They did you dirty."

Back into the General Witwicky's Personal Tent, a woman with blue hair steps in front of the murdered teach.

With a mysterious shard in the hand, the woman with blue hair pierced the teach in the torso..

And at that moment, the sun known to be the brightest star nearby was overlapsed by the light emitted fromt that same tent.

While some believed it was the work of god.

Megatron and his goons knew it was 'The Ritual' that worked out fine.

Coming out of the tent, the woman who spoke to Megatron.

Blue-haired and skinny body with the flatest chess.

"The mission's a success, Meggie. Let's leave before she wakes up."

She exclaimes to Megatron as the latter picks her up.

The soldiers looking at her, hadn't moved an inch.

They thought that it would be over if they did something.

But then, the next sensation they felt was something nothing on Earth could be compared to.

Green and Love, standing the closest to the tent could feel the pressure weighing hard on them.

They stared at the tent as if knowing a Monster would come out of it.

The next blink of an eye.

A woman with totally darkened black hair appeared, hovering ten feet over the ground..

First, she glared at the sunny sky.

Seeing the stars, a smile could be seen on her face.

Her pure white pupils and blacked cornea.

'Who was she?' Thought The US Soldiers.

Green and Love asked themselves despite knowing the mission.

As a reflex, Love directed her fist at the woman.

Green followed her by lauching the first attacks.

Two shots were fired.

One didn't hit as the woman dodged.

The second did hit, blasting the woman far.

The action was so quick, neither Megatron nor the blue-haired woman could react in time.

The next moment, the woman jumped out of the lake and dashed towards Green first.

Her fist connected to the metallic body, obliterating Green's into smithreens.

Love, shocked at the scene, jumped at her trying to restrain her movements but with another fist to the body, was sent to nothingness.

Megatron wanted to intervene, but the blue-haired woman told him not to.

Taking a knee, Megatron abandoned the idea of helping his crew.

Ant-eater, on his side, was totally uninterested in the fight going on.

He just sat in the corner like a good dog.

Same for the US Soldiers.

The woman, for the second time, gazed at the gazing sun sky turning cloudy.

An honest reaxtion to an environment she was not accustomed to.

And the silence that followed next was something never seen before.

Since they all wanted to know what she would do next.

Everyone present took a knee.

They all shivered at the demonstration of raw power of that little silouhette.

Soon, cheers and screams overwhelmed the tense-filled atmosphere.

'A human like them wielding the power to kill The Invaders!' Acclaimed the US Soldiers in hope that that it was true.

"Things are getting messy. We didn't come here to kill, remember. Feasting time has been postponed guys.."

Said A Megatron willing to retreat considering the loss that can be avoided.

"Thanks for listening Meggie. I'll distract 'Our Mother'.. This should give you enough time to run.."

Replied the Blue-Haired woman as she quickly hurried herself to the woman.

And down there, fhe first contact was made.

"ÇČ ẞ_= ÛÜ>?"

Asks the Dark Haired woman, speaking in a strange language.

But no-one understood her language.

The blue haired woman wavered a bit at that moment as a realization came to her mind.

This person before her was not the one she was expecting but the same human who refused to give up on her ideals.

"..The knowledge this little green planet possesses is thin, to think I would have to speak a language that died eons ago.."

Adds the woman.

"But then again, I am still who I am. I guess you come as a pacifist, The One Who Saved Me.

The blue haired woman knelt of nervousness.

What was before her was definitely not an angel.

To exude such deep-rooted anger in a sentence, this could only be the work of a...

'Human'

"Ascertaining may be better than assuming, but the wheel of fate is something even the absolute 'one' cannot control... And yet, I can feel The power within me feels so tense.. Did you wake me up thinking you would meet something else?"

"No... Michelle Ranna. I knew. You are NOT The Goddess Quintessa."

Emotionless at a name being spelled, the woman spared the paysage a look.

"I really did not know; I wanted to stay far from this life. But you are the one that brought all this on me.. Should I kill everyone here and disappear again?"

Showing a faint smile to the blue haired woman, the black haired woman quickly put up a poker face as she went past the blue haired woman to the US soldiers.

"..I will take everyone's silence for an agreement."

*Finger Flicks*

One microsecond went on, and The cloud disappeared. Leaving behind a Blood-Reflected Sun.

And the US soldiers disappeared.

They could not fight it.

The woman in black then looked at the blue haired woman and...

"The Megatron I remember was more vengeful. I guess time does change one."

Face to face to the woman in black, the blue haired woman looked more puzzle than usual.

"Laura Bell Witwicky, that is the name of the one that brought you back to this world."

Suddenly, the blue haired woman stopped with the formal accent and talked casually.

"Witwicky... You are that bastard?-- Hmmmm... You just killed the vibe. But now, I know your fate. D-16, take good care of this one. I will soon find you again. Until then, Ciao!"

Shared the woman in black wearing a wicked smile before withering into the unknown

If the woman in black was not Quintessa;

Then;

'Who Came Back To Life'

~to be continued~

x

x