Terra

Empty Connection Part 2

"My parents adopted me in 1987 as a new born, they both wanted to have at least one kid in their lives but they both were military, my mother not in a place in her carrier to take maternity leave. So, they went with the next best solution and got me. My mother was a sniper for the Norwegian military and my dad was a chief mechanical engineer for the Norwegian military as well. I was happy and loved. My dad taught me about machines while my mom taught me about guns. When my parents had missions out of country, some of my parent's friends would watch over me. In 2000 both of my parents had been stationed somewhere in Asia when there was an issue that lead them to want to have an early retirement.

So as my 13th birthday gift we moved to the States." I paused, I could feel tension slipping from my body as I remembered my past. "My dad was thinking it would be funny to move from Norway to Norway, Michigan. But in the end, we moved to Marquette, Michigan. We lived like almost 45 minutes out of town, so we could have some privacy. Mom continued to teach me how to shoot and care for guns while dad took to showing me how to build and take apart cars for maintenance. We had 3 happy years there, sadly it came to an end Winter 2003.

We had been out driving along one of the busier roads but not the main road to return home from town. We were turning around the bend when a semi-truck lost traction and collided with our vehicle. Things became a blur and all I can really remember was falling out of the back door onto the road as my parents fell over the road in the car, the semi's trailer finally coming to a stop 20ft away from me. I can remember crawling to the edge of the road to see the car top side down being swallowed by the frozen river.

From the report I received after I was treated at the hospital, my father died on impact and my mom died in the fall. I didn't feel the impact of their deaths until a month after their death. I was given foster parents who would live with me in my home and they would stay until I was 18. They were nice to me, but I could tell I was slowly becoming depressed the moment I went home with them. It just wasn't the same. The reason I was able to come out of my depression was because I caught them for the parasites they are." I growled out. Bee twitched making me look up at him. Looking at everyone else I could see the same look of confusion over the sorrowful looks.

I'm glad their looks aren't in pity. "What I mean is that they were taking over my house. They were removing things that belonged to my parents. I found some of my parent's pictures together, broken. A glass photo my dad was proud of almost smashed on the ground along with a vase that had belonged to my mother's family for generations if I hadn't been there to catch them. They would start drinking and partying. Neglecting me, treating me almost like a slave. You have no clue how excited I was when they had left to go party on my 18th birthday. Their waisted asses didn't even remember that it was my birthday so when they left I packed up everything they brought into my house.

Anything I couldn't pack into their suitcases, I piled up outside in a clear area. It was like 11:15 pm when I went to sleep making sure every door and window was locked. I woke up at 7:30 the next morning and double checked that all of their things were out of my house. By noon, I set their suitcases outside where they always park their car. I remember it was 2:47 when they finally pulled up the drive.

I walked out from the kitchen and went to stand by the pile of their things." I felt a shiver race down my spine in pleasure as I remembered the next sequences of events. "I stood proudly knowing that with this I would be free from them. When they got out of their car, they already looked tipsy but still fluid enough to understand what is going on around them. My foster father took a step closer to me, confusion on his face when he noticed their bags nearby and their things stacked near me.

I told him proudly that their services were no longer required and that they have 5 minutes to grab their bags, that I so very graciously packed for them and whatever from the pile before they must leave my property. I had a police friend nearby watching so I could truly make good on my threat, I just had to wait for one of them to ask what I was going to do if they don't leave by then. My foster mother got angry and demanded to know what I could possibly do. Instead of responding I just smiled at them and looked at my watch, 4 minutes left. They just stood there yelling at me, becoming more and more agitated with me.

My foster father actually started to make aggressive movements to approach me. Within my rights, fearing for my safety I pulled out a shotgun. That got them to shut up. "2 minutes," I told them, "2 minutes before I have you arrested for trespassing and I burn the pile beside me." My foster father looked back at his wife before looking back to see that I pulled out a lighter. He spun around quickly and grabbed their suitcases and threw them in their car. The seconds were ticking away as I lit the lighter.

They climbed into their car and pulled away as I dropped the lighter onto the pile. I walked towards their car as the flame caught the acetone I had pored over some of the items. The flames quickly consumed everything in the pile as my police friends followed my ex-foster parents off my property. I returned to my house, watching over the fire as I returned things to their proper places. That fire didn't die until midnight and when I finally went to bed I felt whole again, the place where my parent's lives healed over.

I continued my life, living as I wanted to. 6 years later I was in Chicago as a vacation wanting to see a convention there and just explore. Those 2 weeks just happen to end with the battle of Chicago. It was there that I encountered the Decepticons, there that I was saved by Ratchet. It was there that I realized that that wouldn't be the last time I would ever encounter a Cybertronian and that what my opinion would forever be."

I chuckled thinking of the rhyme I thought of as I was running away in fear. Hound asked me what was funny. "Nothing really, just remembered a rhyme I thought of as I was running for my life, 'Blue is kind, blue is safe. Red is death in your face.' And if I remember correctly I had to duck under a clawed hand right after thinking that." I got a few chuckles from everyone before I continued on. "Pretty much after the fight, I was sent to Colorado to live. There I met someone I thought I loved and that he loved me as well but I kinda got stuck in Texas because of him.

Essentially, I was kidnapped, drugged, robbed and ditched by him. I was able to free my bank accounts and cancel my cards before he was able to get anything. When he tried, he was arrested. After that, I ended up in Cade's care. He allowed me to stay with him and Tessa as my sunburns healed and then thereafter. For roughly a year and a half, I lived peacefully with the two before Cade and I went to a theater in town to purchase really anything we could fix and resell. I never really bought anything but this time when I spotted a rusty, hole covered semi-truck sitting on the theater stage I just had to buy it.

Something about the absurdity of it made me intrigued but something else was there, now that I think of it. I felt safe near this out of place vehicle. So soon enough we were bringing said truck back to the farm. Once there I got to cleaning so I could really tell what was damaged. Cade came in to put a fire out when he decided to start helping me. At some point in the night, I fell asleep while I had been cleaning the inside of the cab. When I woke up I was surprised to see Cade showing Tessa and Lucas something he discovered.

That was the first time I heard Optimus speak, and my first thought was 'Please have blue eyes.' My reaction to the discovery was to roll my eyes and continue what I was doing before I fell asleep. I remember there was a missal flying off, then ending up on the ground and seeing Optimus's face. I was able to make out yelling, but I was focused on his face, more so, his eyes.

"Blue eyes," I remember saying before his eyes locked on to me.