Through The Window

Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window. – Monster, Meg and Dia.

Explosions were going off everywhere Soundburst looked. Civilians screamed, sparklings and their creators sprawled out dead on the ground with their circuitry ripped out and sparking, the stench of energon and oil filling the air, making him sick to his tanks. The weapon in his hand was now shaking, enabling him to aim straight. In his loss of focus, Soundburst doesn't notice the twin missiles headed straight for his back plating.

The youngling yowled in pain as the missiles tear through his armour and into his circuits, and he instantly fell to the ground. His comrades, Silverwing and Switchwheel were at his side in an instant, flagging a medic. Soundburst tried to move, but the circuits that enable him to move are compromised. The medic knelt down beside him and Soundburst suddenly felt something sharp and painful in his shoulder.

Blackness… he saw nothing, but heard voices- the voices of strangers he'd never met before. Why were they touching him and talking? He couldn't hear exactly what they're saying, but picked up on words as he recognised them.

"Dead… Frightened… Confused…"

What that meant, he didn't know, but he did know that he wasn't dead, so he thought he'd better clear that up right away. He tried to sit up, realizing that he still couldn't see. Well, maybe that's why they think I'm dead. He thought. Because my optics are still offline.

They weren't hurting him, no, but he didn't like being on his back. It crushed his doorwing joints. So, he was now sitting up, or at least he thought he was. He still couldn't see, and his audios could still only pick up on certain words, which was driving him crazy. His whole body was sore. Ugh, what did I do to myself? My wings are killing me!

More words were spoken. "Broken… Sight…" Soundburst didn't know what that meant either. It confused him. He hoped he could see again soon, so he could figure out where he was, exactly. He was scared and confused, and in agonizing pain all over his body. He felt utterly broken, and all he saw was black. Then, soundburst was struck with the fear of being permanently damaged. It came fast and hard, and hurt like a steel rod had just smacked him in the head.

What if I can only hear fragments for the rest of my life? What if I never see again?

He would be useless to his team if he couldn't see or hear. At least I can still feel.

He thought. That didn't go away. I almost wish it did. His body started to really hurt, and the blackness started to grip his white, hot spark with its icy cold talons, tipped with poisonous fear that felt like liquid nitrogen as it dripped into his soul, slowly and painfully. He came to a realization: For the first time, Soundburst was afraid.

His optics started to online themselves. He saw gray blurs. Moving around his body and fussing over different parts that hurt. A hand rested on his shoulder, then left. Then another thing, sharp and painful, sends chills down his back. His circuits screamed in protest at the pain, but he remained silent, because only static came from his vocalizer.

might see. A loud crashing sound, followed by colourful Cybertronian obscenities was all he heard before opening his optics out of surprise to a blinding white artificial light.

The blinding clears and he saw three figures. One, a boxy red and white medic with a mask and visor, appearing to help another mostly white medic with a black chevron on his forehelm to his feet. The third one is the only one paying attention to Soundburst. He was a whole mess of colours- white, gray, green and orange, with glowing fins on the sides of his head.

Once the other two had finished whatever it was they were arguing about, the one who was on the ground began to speak. But Soundburst couldn't hear a word, even though before, he had been able to hear at least that. Something strange was happening. "Huh?" Was all that managed to escape his vocalizer before something went horribly wrong. Suddenly, the brightly coloured and sterile area he was in disappeared, and in its place, a dirty, disgusting, bloody nightmare.

The three kind looking mechs he had seen before were still there, although quite different-looking. The mech with the visor was now missing his face mask, and instead of being red and white, he was red and black. The second was still white. However, he had a slightly-greenish tinge to him, and the red crosses on his shoulders were now purple. The only thing that stayed the same was his chevron, which was still black. The multi-coloured one was now blue and gold and all of their optics were now red.

Energon and other mech fluids stained the room. It was dark and dingy, except for the overly-bright optic-shattering surgical light hanging over the berth. Soundburst had to squint his optics to stop the throbbing pain from blossoming in the nerve. Soundburst was still sitting up, but the berth he was on was dirty and covered in fluids. "Ahh!" He jumped at the sight of dismembered mech parts, still covered in energon and rust in the corner.

The medic who had been cursing stepped towards him with a cruel-looking tool in his right hand. "Oh no." Soundburst mewled as he backed into the wall…

There's my entry. Hope you can understand it. It is a Transformers FanFiction. I hope you enjoy reading it, and if you have any issues with translating the terms, you can Rmail me for more information. :D

Present-

"You act so gay." He says to me. 

"No, sorry but, I'm bisexual and if you have a problem then you can talk to me about it." Replying back to him.

Past-
"You're so gay." He says to me.

"No, I'm not." Replying to him.

I sit, crying inside,  clenching my fist and trying to keep the tears from emerging out of my eyes. As I sit there in class doing this, the teacher calls on me and of course I'm not ready to answer anymore questions aft this point in time. But, of course I have to because I am teachers pet and he always calls on me for the answers. 

He asks me "What's wrong?" 

I just breakdown at this point. 

"I'm going to the nurse." Running out of the class.

Of course I don't go; I just walk around a bit and cool off. 

As the bell rings, I walk back into class, the teacher says " Cameron, I want to talk to you before you go." 

Dismissing the class and some of them laugh as they leave. 

"What's wrong Cameron?" He asks "Are you okay?"

Ugh, those words, said by so many, but they don't understand what I am going through, because they're not me or who I am.
"No, I'm not okay. I have to deal with people like Jerry (name has been changed) ." I think about earlier and tears threaten to return. 

"Would you like to talk to someone." He says, knowing he can't help me. 

"No, I will get through this. I always do." 

Smiling and holding back the feelings inside, I pick up my backpack, head out the door and to the bus.

Present-
"You act so gay." 

It's not like I haven't heard this before. They've been said to me over and over again. I'm fed up with what people say and it just doesn't bother me, anymore, as it did before.

I've grown past it.

Defining is my inspirational word.