Transformers Prime - Hazy

Stumble

Jasmine blinked rapidly, the swarm of visions hitting like a brick wall only to vanish like a vapor cloud.

Vapor? Now why did that seem important? She shook her head. It had to be the stress. She couldn't seem to remember anything, anyway. Just flashes of robots and . . . humans?

Miko . . . That tiny shred stayed with her.

"Hey Tracy! Saturday morning dune bashing! Get your lazy butt out of bed!" She saw a small flash of a girl of oriental descent, bright eyes . . . She looked so happy . . . and then a flash of black. Of a funeral. And Miko walking away from the fresh burial site and-.

Jasmine: "Mother fragging lugnut!"

She'd tripped, hitting the ground hard, knee first. Her palms scraped in the process of breaking her fall, leaving the skin reddened and raw, a few drops of blood surfacing.

She winced slightly, a few faint words coming back to her. "I have this . . . really, really stupid . . . 'dislike' of blood."

Jasmine shook her head. This was ridiculous. Her mind was fabricating things to fill in the lost time of her past.

Jasmine: "Just pull yourself together, girl. You're losing it."

She took a deep breath, trying to blank her mind and began the walk back towards Daniel's car. She knew it would take a while, so she quickly broke into a brisk jog, the journey back expected to take just as long as the one there, if not longer. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of a short return, the small teasing, fleeting images she'd seen just a moment ago.

Usually, the tactic worked quite well and it didn't take as long in comparison to when she couldn't stop thinking. But today, she allowed herself a brief thought of the Soul Strings -- the silvery, shimmering strands only she saw, that allowed her control over others much like a puppeteer -- and she found herself somewhere else. In a place she couldn't identify . . . for an instant, anyway, but that instant lasted too long.

Jasmine stared at the dark expanse decorate with purple and blue wave-like lines brightening the black, and tiny, shimmering dots that mimicked stars. They were everywhere.

~First-Person Narration: Jasmine~

I tried to scream. Nothing came out. It was terrifying. This wasn't normal. This wasn't right. I was hallucinating. I was overstressed. Someone had slipped a roofie in my water bottle or something. This was wrong. I knew my eyes were wide, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was shaken.

It was a dream. It had to be a dream. This sort of thing didn't happen, didn't exist, but-.

???: "Mom . . . ?"

I looked over and saw this . . . robot . . . a . . . femme . . . near her . . . a mech . . .

Jasmine: "NO!"

I don't know why that was the word that came forth, but it didn't seem quite right . . . nothing did. I took off running again, trying so hard to get away. All I wanted was to go back, to go home. To the normal, natural world, the one I belonged to, the one I'd known forever-.

???: "MOM, NO!"

The shriek hit me like a frying pan to the back of the skull, and for a flash, I knew everything, remembered everything, but in a sensation that I can only describe as running through tearing fabric, it was gone. And so was that place.

I fell to the rocky ground, in a fashion similar to before - knees and hands scraping in an attempt to break my fall. To reduce the pain of the impact. Of course, when I was already injured, that didn't seem to be very helpful logic. More blood sprang forth and my flesh stung.