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Crimson

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

It was nearing two o'clock in the afternoon and I was bored beyond belief. An old movie was playing on the TV just like normal; you could never really find anything worth watching anymore. I was the only one even at home. . .well, technically. My mom left to go to work almost eight hours ago, Annabelle was at day care, and Ron and my father had been asleep since nine o'clock this morning. These past few days they've done nothing but worry about me, and don't get me wrong, I love that they're finally taking the time to rest. Right now I just didn't have anyone to talk to so I would've been perfectly fine with them waiting until after I fell asleep.

At the moment I was sitting on the couch, my father's feet resting on my lap. I was waiting on Ratchet to arrive. He had called my dad earlier this morning to tell him that he would be here at approximately three-thirty to begin my rehabilitation session. I wasn't really all that thrilled about it, but I knew that I needed it so I wasn't complaining.

The thoughts from yesterday were still so dense inside my mind and sitting in near silence made them almost impossible to ignore. I was still working on trying to figure everything out but this concussion was making things incredibly difficult. For now I was in great need of a mind cleansing and I knew exactly how to accomplish that.

I carefully lifted my father's legs off of me so I wouldn't wake him. I laid them down on the couch and grabbed my crutches from the side of the couch. Quietly, I hobbled over to the front door and opened it slowly so I wouldn't wake the two sleeping men.

It felt so nice to be out in the warm spring air after being stuck in a house for nearly two weeks. Everything was just like it was ten days ago aside from my mother's car sitting in the driveway and the cloudy sky overhead. My dad's truck, or Ironhide as I and my dad liked to call it was parked in its normal spot. The trees were blooming with spring flowers and the grass was looking much greener than it had been.

I smiled at the scenery and began hobbling over to one of my favorite places in the world: the gun shed. I wasn't even supposed to be doing this right now. Ratchet had given me a long list of things that I wasn't supposed to do and shooting was among those. The only reasons I had for even defying his rules was because my two bodyguards were fast asleep, Ratchet wasn't here and I needed to clear my head before I ended up going crazy.

After grabbing my equipment bag from the closet I loaded it up with my usual: the Beretta M9 and my SIG-Sauer P228. I quickly grabbed the supplies needed for the two guns and headed back out. Climbing up the hill was fairly hard but after a few minutes of crawling and struggling for air, I finally made it to the post.

I stood up and placed my crutches by the tree behind me before removing the two guns from my bag and loading them. Soon everything was situated and I was ready to shoot. I put on my goggles and picked up the SIG-Sauer.

Carefully, I aimed it at the target and shot a round. The bullet missed the bulls eye but that was no surprise to me. It had been around two to three weeks since I've been out shooting, and I could tell that I was a little rusty. It was still serving its purpose though.

I aimed again and shot two rounds this time. The first bullet missed but the second one hit the bulls eye directly causing me to smile cockily. I decided it would be fun to shoot the rest of the bullets so I did. Only three of them missed the bulls eye so at the moment I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Soon I picked up my Beretta and began to shoot it.

I shot about seven rounds and as I shot my eighth a vivid image of the silver robot from my dreams appeared directly in front of me, his crimson red eyes boring into mine. I shifted backwards and dropped my gun and my goggles to the ground sending an incredibly loud shot ringing through my ears. The robot smiled evilly as he pointed his gun towards me. I closed my eyes hoping that it was just another one of those images from yesterday but when I opened them again he was still there, this time he was moving closer to me. I let out a loud scream and soon enough I was on the ground holding my now aching head in my hands. The tears spilled out of my closed eyes and I began rocking back and forth.