(ABANDONED) Transformers Prime: Way of the Flame(REWRITE)

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SLIGHT SWEAR WARNING

©SilverJay

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Time: Friday Night at 11:46 p.m.

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Nibbling on her lower lip, carefully lifting up the slide-up window by her room, being even more careful not to make a sound while stepping through it. Every room in the house was dark, probably because it was almost midnight. Having explained everything she knew about mutants, even if knowledge was extremely limited, she'll still have to meet with Agent Fowler tomorrow and deal with him. The teenage trio at the base was already driven home hours before the current moment. Her guardian still being decided due to the only one's available being Ratchet, Optimus, or Wheeljack but he was out of this solar system doing Primus, the Cybertronian God of creation,-knows-what.

Giving a dirty look at the thought of having to deal with another human. Not that she had anything personally against the guy, she just had something personal against the human race as a whole. Whether or not humans and mutants are technically related, humans have done nothing but cause disaster since their creation. They're even killing their own planet for crying out loud.

Slipping the red backpack off her shoulder, plopping it on the ground and opening it wide. Before leaving the base to gather the communicator and clothes, she dumped all her textbooks, notebooks, and such at the base so she'd have more room for her and Alex's belonging. 

Turning her head from side to side, scanning the room. Packing toiletries in separate bags, one labeled 'A' and the other 'L'. Folding clothes from both drawers into as small squares as she could, neatly stacking them. Shoes, books from the library, old and new notebooks that Lena had claimed as her own journals over the years, Emerald's communicator. Quickly closing the bag, about to leave through the same way she entered. Taking one last look at the room.

Her eyes settle on two objects, one was the top drawer of their shared desk. Opening the drawer she took out a framed photo of Lena and Alex sitting in the palm of Emerald's servo smiling like mad. The image was taken two years ago as a celebration of their third year of knowing each other. Lena had her hood down in the picture, her face without her scar and there was somewhat life in her dull firey eyes. Alex's were filled with more brightness than before in the image, his grin stretching from one ear to the other holding up a peace sign. Emerald's red optics glowed with real joy and a genuine smile that one could only describe as peaceful, full of love, pride, and joy. All three of them have changed each other's lives from their first meeting. Both positive and negative impacts.

Next to the picture was a yellow blanket that could wrap around a pillow. Worn by all its years of use and being brought almost everywhere. Dirtied and some stray strings sticking out. This dirtied object, the most treasured possession to Alex. Swiping both the picture and the blanket, stuffing it into her bag. 

Taking in another deep breath when she saw the dried droplets of blood on the floor and on her bed. Pushing away from the memory as deep as she could before it resurfaced later. "Okay... nice and easy," whispering to herself as she gently lowers herself onto the slippery roof-tiles. Quickly grasping the edge of the window when she felt herself slip. 

"You useless bitch!" Yelled an anger-filled deep voice.

"Frizz!" Lena's heart jumped when the lights were suddenly switched on along with the booming voice. Losing her grip, she slipped down the roof-tiles before the adult hand could grab her, falling right into a dumpster bin. "Great... not only do I have a captured brother, but I'm going to smell like garbage until further notice," muttering angrily.