Shattered Glass: See Ch 17

“AAAAddaaaaam.I’m coming!” Her creepy voice sent chills down my spine. It’s just a dream. It’s only a dream. I must repeat, this is only a dream. This is not real. Hiding behind a gigantic rock is what is really wrong; I’m a trainee, a trainee Techno-Organic virus who just killed a Decepticon twenty-four hours ago.
Jasmine is after me, in this dream.
“Must…run…” I get up from my sitting place, and then run out towards a mall where people were browsing the entire building itself. Some dogs that were there barked at my presence. “Somebody help me!” I cry out. “I’m being chased by a dead-glitch-head.”
I turn one of them around.
“Are you hearing a word I am say—“ I stopped mid-way once I had seen they had no faces, but, they were like mannequins. Their faces were all pink. The dogs were geniunine. This is much frightening than Zombies and all the other crap I have watched on television!
It feels cold in the building.
“Aaaadaaaaam.”
I had to get out of there. A ghost is freaking frightening m in my dream! I ran and ran until it was all like a blurr to me. I saw her human-like face on a couple of those mannequin like people not knowingwhere to go.  I saw a femilar transformer standing at a magazine isle.
“Zaffle!”
I stopped right there.
“Zaaaafffle!” I tap her shoulder.
The almost, really, taller than me transformer turned around.
“…Are you kidding me?” I saw her mold now fitted her, she was a little bit shorter than Elita and Beachswiper but generally tall.  Her eyes are like those china-anime shows glowing light blue instead of being black shaped when she was happy like.
She giggled.
“Whatz up?” She asks, as if nothing had ever happened. She must have seenmy white face. “Oh. I am dead?” Zaffle as a ghost looks completely clueless. “I ztill feel alive.  Mizter Viruz feeling haunted? Who did Mizter Viruz offline?” Oh dear god, she hasn’t changed!
“…Jasmine Flagster.” I mutter. “..Y-y-you died in the crash.”
She puts her servo on my head.
“Not your fault. Don’t blame yourself Mizter Viruz.” She tells me. “Guilt iz what bringz her into thiz dream.”
“Guilt?” That is…surprising.
Zaffle puts herself in my way. “Jazmine, you are dead, and you are not going to kill him in hiz dream.” Zaffle says, not sounding like a happy camper as she usually is. “Ztop terrozing him.”
Jasmine growls.“He will pay.”
Zaffle turns at my direction.
“Zorry, Zaffle must do thiz for your own good,” She punched me.

I woke up, feeling scared. Sweat is going down all over my body. Zaffle punched me…hard. Really hard. “…I must check.” I look at my shoulder seeing a well-developed bruise on it. So...what does this mean?  That Spirits can hurt you in your dreams between the dreamzone and the afterlife zone, I am not a deist. I just don’t know what Religion I am in. Maybe I am Christian…Nah.
There’s  layer of Dimensions as my Science teacher Parker Drew  once said; “We can see souls and ghosts because some Dimensional layers sometimes interact, and those who can see these Ghosts are gifted with this profound ability to see through them, like the dimensional fabric has become one from point A to point B. Dreams can come true when it’s somehow occurring in what we call Paradise, more else, Heaven. Sort of.”
And one of the students raised their hand up.
“Yes Alice.”
“How can Paradise fold into dreams?”
Mr.Drew laughs.
“It’s rare, but, it comes from pity and…guilt.”  

I look at my hands, remembering the statement. These dreams are influenced by my emotions and feelings to what happened earlier. I sigh. “How can I get rid of this guilt….” I hop off my big bed, looking down on the floor…Well..I heard a conversation going onbetween Optimus and Ratchet. I leaned against the wall to my room.

“I’m doubtful he could be a full-fledged Autobot.” Ratchet says, sounding reluctant to call me one.
“Look what happened to Auto, we expected her to become one of us.” Optimus tells him “And the Other Techno-Organics we tried getting to become part of our cause and those who did. Few of them weren’t up for it, until they got the symbol.”
They got courage from getting the symbol?
“Optimus, it’s been nearly a stellar cycle since you were decapitated.” Ratchet replies. “He’s a virus. You saw how hesitant he was to the Decepticon.”
There’s a pause between them.
“Sari saw something in him,” The Prime softly said. “I don’t know what she saw in his weak, vulernable state that he is in now…” They spoke silently so I wouldn’t hear what they were saying. Eventually they went off to their own rooms. They were dubious of me joining the force; whether or not I could be….I can’t think of anything else to describe this.

I went to the part of the base where there is a big and huge table. Sari’s pet is sleeping on part of this table like a cat. Wow. That’s something you don’t see every day. I sat down on the edge of this table, just wondering. Look at my feet to process things that happened since waking up.
Must have been  wondering for  several hours  because the next thing I knew the ground felt as if it were shaking and sunlight drifted into the building through the cracks. I know who this might be: Bulkhead. He’s the biggest Cybertronian I have ever met in my entire life.
“…Have you been up all night?”
I look at him, sleep deprived.
“Uh huh…” I nod off. “Nightmare...Jasmine haunted me.”
He had the  ‘What-are-you-saying’ expression on his faceplate.
I pulled back the collar of my jacket  far back so he could see the big bruise developed on my shoulder. His red optics flicker at once  as if contemplating what I had shown him. His optics became binoaculer-like inspecting the shape and it’s color. They retracted back into the optic area.
“The Guilt bruise.” He said, sounding totally disappointed. “You are vulnerable to the ones you have offline making you an easy target.  Tell me, what makes you feeling so guilty?”
I have been wondering far too long.
“Zaffle.” I said.
“Zaffle?” Bulkhead repeats.
I nod.
“She was an Sound-Drone who got  personality shortly after I tweaked her and the other’s combination abilities…If I didn’t become friends with her, Zaffle would still be alive, not dead from a crash...” I sighed. “I caused the death of an entire family, and killed the last. I have not murdered anyone, except for Jasmine. It’s...”
“I get it.” He groans,rolling his optics. “You should not put your emotions in front of you. Stop caring about those you kill. They are just another spawn of humanity that can be replaced by others. Your guilt brings them to life, because they are not alive, except for those who are part machine or wield an Allspark Fragment or get in our way.”
I gulped.
“That’s…really hard to do.” I told him.
Bulkhead grinned.
“Not unless you get trained by Prowl.”
I raised an eyebrow at him and said, “What can he do?”
Bulkhead takes out a data pad puts it in front of me.

Training notes:
When becoming ready for battle, you must use dummies and imagines those opponents you face in combat as those dummies. Who do not have lie but are diseases themselves, you don’t want them on your armor. Do not feel guilt for things that are not alive and disgusting in appearance.
More else, they are regeneratable organics that do not stop reproducing…

Prowl’s a genius.
“So imagine the people you killed, as dummies, lifeless and untrustworthy.”
Now, guilt is entirely behind me. But, for facing other opponents having different weapons and powers, I will need to be trained by a dead cybertronian who is still alive, technically. The only living-somewhat dead Cybertroninan around is Prowl. I cannot kill him,so, makes him a great teacher.