Shattered Glass: See Ch 18

Four days have gone since getting rid of experiencing guilt towards others, Jasmine and Zaffle were not in any more dreams I had. Today,  I finally got Prowl to train me. He’s a dead guy. Specifically a dead Cybertronian who is still alive and can probably possess a living cybertronian like a ghost could be capable of doing. The training room we are in is somewhat like a driving course only with a bunch of dummies standing up and replaceable.

           More or less, I had a different way of getting him to train me.

           “Really sure you want to be trained by a corpse?” Ratchet asks me, scratching his helmet confused.

           “Um. No duh.” I said, folding  my arms.  Didn’t like this Autobot at all from what he had done. “Tell Prime, or else I will tell him about your little fling with Arcee.” Yes, hacking is a little game itself that Bumblebee taught me to do, so when I was around the large computer I tested out my skills.

           His entire head becomes red.

           “Don’t you dare.” He growls.

           “I dare to be stupid!” I snap back--“As you freaking messed up my leg functions!” --Pointing my index finger at him. “So it’s only fair I tell him why Arcee really lost her memory and the whole Lockdown thing.”

           His red optics was so unsettling not anyone could tell if they won getting something from him.  “If his shell gets destroyed by your determination to train, it won’t be fun searching for another!”  My best guess Prowl can find a body and get control of it easier than a human ghost. “I’ll suggest it to Prime, there’s a slim chance he’ll let you slide through this ‘wish’.”

           Ratchet was sent to kill Arcee so her codes for Project Omega Supreme wouldn’t get into the hands of Decepticons. It was the most gigantic ship during the great war and the most ruthless warrior who killed Decepticons who tried coming back to Cybertron or those who wanted to join the Autobots, there’s only so few Decepticons who actually managed to join the other side. Instead, Ratchet let her live in exchange for the codes, Lockdown was hired by Megatron to get her and he only erased her memory bank for Ratchet when they were struggling. Lockdown wasn’t aware about the data transfer.

           I knew this because of some…little hacking I did to the security cameras from Cybertron to Earth, it was a risky move but well worth it. So then, I sat and waited in the training room expecting Optimus to tell the dead Ninja-bot. A big square box moved outside the doors headed towards the exit looking tattered and almost so broken it couldn’t have been repaired; but this light blue circular object sticking out of a tucked and creviced area.

           I rubbed my eyes.

           “It’s alive!”  I said,seeing the object finally got out of my eyesight.  Could that have been the Artist that Beatwave spoke of?..Nah.



           Thump                    



           I turned around to see no other than Prowl

       “What is alive?” He said, folding his arms.

           “…Nothing.” I said, looking up at him. “Training time!”

           I stood up.

           “Some Decepticons prefer using the dark to subdue their enemies,” Prowl starts, when the lights went off. “Some are capable going through the dream zone to give a terrifying and deadly nightmare,”

           I can’t see him.

           “Which is?” I look in all directions unable to see his glowing visor.

           Something hit my shoulders.

           “What we all hate.”

           I take out his star-shaped weapon from my shoulder. My screen cannot give me glowing-nightmare styled scenery since I had shut It down before coming in, besides, nobody likes a cheater in the Autobot training. Prowl’s voice had come from the left hand side of the room a good distance away.

           I throw his star-shaped weapon at his direction.

           Flazz-zing

           “Missed.”

           This reminds me of Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter for some reason; where Lincoln is being trained by the villain to kill vampire who is a vampire himself. No wonder the man survived training Lincoln in a dark room. He couldn’t die by natural attacks and weapons. He’s a vampire himself. Sorry, spoilers! Prowl’s voice sounded off distance. I had to use something else than his on weapon against him.

           A virus is capable disgusing itself as different programs like a Trojan horse.

           “Cannon.” I whisper, feeling my arm morph into a gigantic and heavy weapon. I shot it off straight hearing a big ‘kaboom’ sound off once hitting something, something like a cybertronian. Prowl probably moved somewhere else after getting his armor hit. This training is turning fun!

           WACK

            My body hit a dummy. Prowl had kicked me hard somewhere, though there was nothing to tell me where it had been the target. The pain from my arm revetering to its prior state is incredibly horrendous getting rid of the cannon. “An Autobot does not use their special ability in darkness, where Decepticons are likely to strike and ambush.” He sneers. “Even without being in the dark, they can subdue you out of nowhere. Your weapons won’t be of any use against them.”

           The arm that had transformed into a cannon hurt, really bad.

           Is he hinting at an invisible cloak from Harry Potter or is it just me?

           I close my eyes. The sounds in the room become handy giving me full eyesight as everything is outlined In light red colors. Prowl is right in front of me. Good thing I am in my fixed battle mode. So then; I leaped up, kicked at his chest, cut off one of the handles to his front motorcycle mode, and as I was about to deliver another attack Prowl flickered me away like a fly.

           “You are small, and still learning.” He tells me. “Extend your height to six foot seven.”

           How….do I?..

           Se’quich

           Looking down to my feet, they were actually longer and well-fitted for running a lot in horrid-critical conditions. I probably can reach up to the side of Prowl’s knee or higher. Something about my armor had changed, yet it felt like the same design just a little more sophisticated. My eyes were closed so I was able to see they are much wider.

           “That is an upgrade, kind of.” Prowl said. “You now have the physical appearance of a seventeen year old, you don’t look fourteen anymore. Your growth spurt just needed…a little push.”

           …My…growth…spurts…never happened…until now?  I thought it did happen before meeting the Autobots.

           “Let’s try using some different weapons.” Prowl takes out a large weapon with a wrecking ball attached to it. “Catch.”

           He throws it at me.

           “I GOT IT!!” I held up the heavy weapon, my arms were feeling really shaky. “Must…hold it…using all my strength!” struggling to hold the weapon in my arms proves to be a challenge, a challenge I’m willing to participate in and overcome it. Maybe succeed it.

           Prowl did not say a word when the lights flipped on.

            The bright flash blinded my eyes, so I stagger back. Prowl jumped on the chance and attacked me using something Bumblebee usually shot at others; Stingers. A electrical jolt sizzled through my armory. Though, it didn’t stop me from using the big wrecking ball object against him causing a big wide gap across his cracked and unrepaired armor.

           He did not bleed.

           “The dead can always surprise you.” He merged both stingers into stinger cannon.

           Zip—zizzle-zip

           Using my prior experiances with Bumblebee using his stingers, I did a race-car-like dodging and slammed the pointy wrecking ball against Prowl. Prowl grabbed as if it was only a mouse, and he threw the object right at the doors with me still clinging onto the handle that made me hit the wall too. The force of impact was hard enough it made me get a headache.

           “Ow.” I whine, letting go of the handle.

           Prowl stood right in front of me.

           “Try attacking the dummies using this.” He drops two parts of  a magnet on the floor.

           Magnets…Just like Ratchets…

           “What good do they have?” I ask, not quite fond of the idea.

           Prowl chuckles.

           “Not just ordinary magnets.”



           I attached both magnets under my right hand. “Why do I need weapons when I am a virus?” I ask.  it’s natural for anyone to be this curious when you are something very dangerous to other gigantic robots. Don’t you think?

           “Sometimes you can’t rely on your programming to save you.” Prowl said. “There will come a day when it’s removed, possible nearly killing you in the process. When it’s done, when you are in different enemy hands, you will be left vulnerable to anyone.” He stood right beside the weapon rack holding a big-mobile device. “As Downloaders have this disadvantage…they use other weapons around them.”

           He pressed some button.

           The dummies are moving on a rail.

           “Ooh yeah!” I charged up at them; the pain from my arm had faded away as it had come.  Suddenly the Electromagnets generated a red-thick energy wave that struck all the dummies in a straight-wavy line given a deep jagger, so I lifted my up arm making the Dummies all around be lifted up  and smashed against each other. Woah…this is cool!



           Then this mirage overwhelmed my eyesight.



           The Autobots too, were leaving Earth through. There was a vast majority of those I did not know with a bunch of tanks and cannons waiting to shoot them in froint of this big fork-like constructure that has a bridge-gap leading upwards to it. Optimus Prime didn’t seem satisfied, though, the expression on Bulkhead’s face said he was clearly happy for the departure.

           “Whatever the kid did…he sure angered the wrong species.” Ratchet grumbles, as a big vast and big majority of Dinosaur animals came through the crowd. “The Dinbots? Why are they here?”

           “They have to leave, too.” I saw this really,tall truck-like mech being just about Bumblebee’s height wiith one optic being red and the other remaining green…Wait…is that me? He’s way too older to be me. I am a techno-Organic. The other Autobots were generally surprised at his arrival. “Dinobots, all aboard!”

           The Giant lava-like T-Rex drooped his head as he went through the bridge fist. The others followed soon-after. “…Do I know you?” Ratchet looks at the mech, trying to figure out if he knew him.      

           “VirusCarrier.” He sneers, pushing Ratchet aside. “You know what that had meant…Stellar cycles ago.” His optics narrowed at Ratchet like a rival. I had..become a Autobot? I saw the symbol on VirusCarrier’s shoulder armor being completely purple and permanent-like.

           “GO THROUGH THE BRIDGE, WE DO NOT HAVE PATIANCE!”  A major ranking official shouts through a white-and orange object. The Autobots grumbled at once. But the Future I went through the bridge without saying anything else. “HAVE YOUR WAR SOME-WHERE ELSE!”

           Several and several Autobots went through. I saw a small group of Techno-Organics huddled together almost looking like they were getting adapted to Robot technology….They too went through the bridge wearing apparently dark gray and red cuff-like objects around their hands. The bridge collapsed once the last Techno-Organic went through it.



           “Adam, stop, you are destroying them!” I snapped back to realty, lowering the Magnets seeing ripped up and tipped over Dummies. The magnets detached from my arms with a loud clatter.   “Dummies simply do not regenerate every two seconds and getting carried away destroying them completely is a waste.”

           I shook my head.

           I had seen the departure of all Cybertroninans leave Earth, even those who were Techno-Organics.  The future me didn’t have a helmet shaped like Optimus; it is shaped somewhat like Shockwave’s except you can see a faceplate, including Audio receivers shaped like Optimus’s, The feet were much as the shape of trailer-parts, the arms were pretty big, and I could see the wheels tucked around his chest. Whatever I did in the future; nobody knew about it, not even Ratchet and Optimus. And it must have involved something about the Dinobots.

           “Next, hand to hand combat, no weapons!”  I said. “Like ninja-fighting style.”        

           “Cyberninja-training you mean.” Prowl corrects me. “I won’t be so easy on you.”

          Blade arm; hand mode!

           “You are on.” I accept the  warning,  snickering.



           No matter what I did…. not all my strikes and kicks hit Prowl. It was like trying to catch a merecat. Prowl told me that my training would be pretty long, could possibly take three months to get just as skilled as a rookie, if I did not want to be critically damaged or be weak towards organics. I had to put my own half aside, my native half, human.

           Training will continue tomorrow.   I like the name VirusCarrier, might start using it.

           VirusCarrier signing off.