The Girl With Wings

Epilogue

A bit cheesy but I just had to. Please enjoy, and comment if you want. This epilogue is longer than most but please bare with me. I'm proud of myself because of my progress in writing. Being a creative writing major has its perks. I did my best, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

Hope

Every person in this world has at least one thing that makes them happy- something that, no matter what people think or do, no matter what the world throws at you, still makes you smile without even trying.

I had always thought that I was useless. A loser. A freak. My wings were something I cherished, sure, but they didn't always make me smile. When I was younger, I sometimes wished I could just cut them right off of my back. At least then I would be normal.

Now I know that even if I had chopped off my wings, I wouldn't be normal. My encounter with M.E.C.H and the Decepticons proved that easily. There was something inside of me that just wouldn't go away. The power that makes me who I am, and what I was meant to be- a tool for war- couldn't just disappear with the snap of my fingers.

It's who I am now. A powerful being that was manipulated and used for her power. It's funny to think that before all of this, I was a weak link that was beaten for her lunch money. It's kind of funny, but not at the same time.

While I was waging war against the Decepticons, I was also fighting myself. The person I was meant to be. The destiny I was going to face. And it scared me- it scared me beyond belief knowing that I could destroy my friends, no, my family. It was scary, not quite knowing what would happen to me in the future. But in the past year, I discovered something even scarier.

Losing my new family.

That was terrifying. It shook me to the bone and rattled my core. There was nothing scarier than my family being taken away from me. The Autobots were the ones that rescued me. They took care of me after years of being alone. My human friends who stuck up for me at school and stayed by my side when I was injured or scared.

That's why, in my last moments as a human, I did what I did.

I destroyed Megatron.

I sucked out every ounce of dark energon that lay dormant within his body and watched as his twisted smirk fell off of his face as he offlined. I risked my life to end the war. To save my family.

That's something I didn't realize all those months ago before I met the Autobots. The one thing more painful than not having people to care about you is watching the ones that finally do get hurt.

So yes, I killed Megatron and risked my life. I didn't know what happened after that. Honestly, it was all a dark smear. I would hear panicked voices for a while, but eventually, it just went silent. From time to time, I would sometimes hear a choked voice hover over me.

"Why would you do this to yourself? To your body. I-I.. You.. Y-You needed that."

It broke my heart.

Being in total darkness for long periods of time really makes you think. Your mind whirls and you try to make sense of what is what, and in the end, you really can't do much more than wonder where you are.

In my darkness, I thought about my past. About the misery and heartache, Macen brought upon me. About Vince and the bullies at school. About M.E.C.H and the Decepticons, and the fake Wheeljack. Everything.

Lying down for five months straight really puts your mind in the gutter.

But at that time, I also thought about my happiness.