Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

30 - An Amber Spark

        Fay spent the rest of the daylight hours in her room, gazing out the window, waiting for the sun to set and for the world to go dark. When that time arrived, she would be able to meet the Autobots for the first time without being confused and terrified. More importantly, it would be for the first time where she didn’t want to run from them or mourn them. The world would be safe for a short while, even under the three-quarters moon. Fay could see it from her bedroom, where it’s color became emboldened as the night wore on. As the last of the sun’s bright colors faded from the horizon, Fay prepared herself, gathering her nerves and forcing them deep down.

        She had no reason to be nervous. These beings were practically her family.

        Practically.

        Fay strode over to the mirror that rested on her dresser, gazing at her reflection for a short while. They were practically family. Her real family . . . Well, Optimus had said it himself. They’d all been murdered by the Decepticons. Just one more reason why she could never return to them. But she wasn’t truly ‘home’ with the Autobots, either, was she?

        Leaning against the dresser, gripping its edges firmly, Fay concentrated, shifting the camouflaging skin-and-bone-like ‘armor’ out of the way, her spark revealing itself. Inside her chest lay the pulsating amber glow. Fay swallowed, her spark feeling like it had sunk further down into her chest. An amber glow.

        While Fay still didn’t quite understand everything about the Autobots and the Decepticons, she understood a few things thanks to Optimus, and her own curiosity. A Cybertronian’s spark was, more often than not, blue. If it wasn’t the being was different in some way. For instance, if the spark was red, the Cybertronian was corrupt. While it was a rare occurrence, it had happened in the past.

        According to Optimus, it had happened with Megatron.

        Whoever ‘Megatron’ was, wherever he was hiding, Fay was certain she’d be able to identify him by the color of his spark.

        But what did the color of her spark mean? Could anyone possibly understand it?

        Fay frowned, staring at the moving colors inside the chamber. If she focused, she could make out other colors as well: small sparks of blue sparked along the core, red strands sliding around the edges. Both slithered through the amber color with disregard. Fay stood watching it for some time, entranced, until a strand of blue and a spark of red struck each other, a bright glow exuding.

        Yelping, Fay fell back onto the floor, her chamber immediately closing itself back up, returning to it’s organic appearance and feel. Shaking, she gripped at her chest. The touch of the colors hadn’t hurt, but it had frightened her. It was all too familiar to see that -- flashes had crossed her mind too quickly to identify. It took the quiet, distant sound of dog barking to get her to come back to the world.

        With a slow sigh, Fay righted herself and stood on uneasy legs. She grabbed the necklace from it’s drawer, fastening it around her neck firmly before she slipped out of her room, holding the pendants in her palm, her spark still pounding in it’s chamber.

        Did they know what was wrong with her? Did they know the problem with her spark?

        ~~~

        “Decepticons! We have brought you a new age of war!” Megatron called out, speaking to a selected group of warriors that now stood at attention, their attention locked to their warlord. “While these beings are still in training, under strict supervision to hone their otherworldly abilities, I have brought you the prime subjects of our successful experiment!”