Pretender.

This is not to be taken seriously. We all know that none of this happened in the actual movie, but just go along with it. :D Enjoy! Oh, and yes, the doctor has a bit of an accent. Those aren’t words spelled wrong, I promise.
Transformers belongs to HasTak. I just play with them. ;)

"Doctor, examine this... alien specimen," Megatron ordered in a casual voice. He didn't seem at all worried about the life he would be taking in the coming moments of the human girl's life. All humans were expendable. They were nothing but a mere nuisance to himself and his Decepticons on Earth. He inwardly chuckled at the human he held within his clawed appendage. She arched her back, wiggling back and forth in a fool's attempt to gain freedom.

Here, he was in charge. He was her change at life, or her dance with death. His word was law in this place and no one could change that.

He caught the human gazing up at him with a mixture of fear and complete awe. His optics flashed and he let a sickening smirk make its way to his faceplates. He was enjoying this to the fullest. Her weakness, her struggle, and especially the hope that swirled in the tears that fell from her eyes. There would be no hope, not with the death bringer looming over her.

The small mech that was the doctor made his way up towards the girl’s face. She could feel the sharp edges of his spidery legs dig into her bare flesh, and it took everything to make the scream die in her chest before it made its way out. He was millimeters away from her face, his optics narrowed as he stared at her.

“Such a strange creature, yes? Examine fully, we must! I’ve always wanted to dig into one of zees creatures and-“

“There will be no such thing doctor. She’s to be examined,” he put special emphasis on the word, “not mutilated.” He brought out his smirk again and quickly added, “Not yet, but I assure you… you’ll get your chance.”

He felt the cold shiver of fear and anxiety rip through the human’s flesh. Small bumps covered her skin, even though the warehouse was hot and stuffy with the unforgiving heat of late July.

The doctor jumped from the human’s chest to the slab of concrete beneath her. “Yes, yes, job to finish, hmm? Megatron vant to know memories? Yes, memories of… Cybertron! Her memories, her thoughts… we will find zem, yes?” He scrambled off to one of the nearby tables, sorting through small scraps of metal and tools… at least, that’s what they looked like to the girl.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked from Megatron to this ‘doctor.’ “Memories of what? Of… Cybertron?” She picked up a string of anger and held on tight as she raised her voice, “What the hell are you talking about!? I have no memories of your fucking planet! In case you didn’t noti- ahhh! Oh God, stop! Stop, oh no- AHHH!”

Megatron used his pincers that held her right arm to break the bone and shear through the skin surrounding it. The pale and bloodied forearm slipped off the table slab and hit the floor with a sickening thud.

After the screams subsided to whimpers, choked sobs, and groans, the girl looked at the blood pooling around her side. The cut wasn’t clean, and bits of skin and other organic material hung off the end of her now shortened arm. Blood practically streamed from her arm and soaked through her clothing and brought the iron like scent of blood towards her nose.

Megatron looked calm as he spoke over her pathetic crying. “You will not raise your voice towards me. Understand?”

“I’ll bleed out.” The voice was quiet and barely hearable. Her eyes and head lolled back and forth and Megatron was no longer her center of attention.

If he could roll his optics, he definitely would have. “Do you understand!?”

“Yea, I... uh… oh God…”

“Megatron! Must stop bleeding! Need… need, yes, live specimen! Vhat are you doing?” He crowded the area in question, prodding the exposed tissue and bone.

“Not that I care what happens to the girl, but pressure to the cut will help stop the bleeding.” Starscream’s whiney growl was heard from the opposite side of the room where he had stood watching the display with little interest. He just needed to be there to play watch dog. He took a step forward to get a better view of the human.

“Then you can do it, Starscream.”

A/N: Yea, I'm stopping THERE, but it's 3:20 and I'm sleepy. I'll continue this tomorrow, don't worry. Night!

I've returned!

Remember when I was sick? Yea, all the way back in MARCH? Well, Lindi is all better, and might actually get off her lazy butt and do something. Seriously, I really need to do things to make some cash. Now before I go off ranting so that this page goes off into thousands of directions, I'll number everything so it looks organized. Even thought the universe leans towards chaos, that doesn't necessarily mean I have to as well. (You know, because I'm not even from this universe.) O.o

1. WARNING: RANTING AHEAD.
I lost my job at the church. I was seriously about to drive up there (without a proper driver's license, mind you) and pop some caps in some asses. Yet, I stopped myself as said, "Lindi, do that and you won't go to heaven. Remember that the rapture is now on October 21st. We all know you won't be going to heaven after that display." Then I thought I'm probably not going there anyway so what does it matter?
I don't know, it just hurt to have something I depended on completely taken away from me. I know I'm going to sound like a brat while saying this, but I have toys, comic books, masterpiece toys, movie tickets, video games, and hair cuts and colors to buy this summer. Transformers 3 is coming out, as well as everything else tied to the movie. That shit isn't cheap in the least bit. My hair itself cost at least %160 every two months for cut, color, and product.

Fuck being a girl.

2. WARNING: TRANSFORMERS.
Transformers 3. June 29th. WTF.
This movie is going to be really good, and it's going to be really bad. The experience will be even worse. I say the movie will be good and bad because... well, I don't know. I just have weird and mixed feeling about how the outcome will be. I know I will be crying because -SPOILER- and it will be devastating! I can't sit in a theater watching that and just... sitting there, doing nothing. I have to cry, wail, and sob all over that.
Besides crying at the premier and possibly getting kicked out, the video game is coming out. Now, the game is by the same people who created War For Cybertron, (High Moon Studios) so I'm not worried about it being bad. I'm just worried about the $60 price tag. Dx
Toy wise, the toys look smaller than they have been in the past, and I'm mad because there are good Voyager Class figures coming out.
Poor + good expensive TRANSFORMER toys = BAD Catastrophic.

3. Well, for most people, school is finally out. FINALLY. I swear this year was absolutely pointless. I was happy about the absence of drama during second semester though. :) FUCK DRAMA! Not the class, but you know what I mean. (Don't you, you filthy wretched teenagers?) Just kidding.
Yet, in all seriousness, I am ready to graduate and go the Creighton already. I want to be done with high school so badly so I can get away from these worthless imbeciles.

Oh no. I'll stop before I start saying "NEW WORLD ORDER! KILL THE HUMANS!"

4. Well, I can't think of a four so let's just have an awkward silence.


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Alright that was pointless.


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Anyway, I'm off to think of new things to write.
Oh, here's number 4! :)
4. WARNING:... Eh, whatever.
To Be Real (one of my fanfiction stories) has and actual plot now! WOO! I JUST got the new idea for it last night, and the writing process will begin soon once I start putting pieces together. I'll post links to my new chapters as they are posted.

Enjoy your wonderful Thursday evening!

Love you,
-lulu.bell

03.15.11

BLEEEEEEEEH. :/
Still sick and now I'm coughing up some lungs. Woot.
So... I haven;t hung out with anyone since February 2nd. Before that it was spring break '10 with my sister and brother-in-law. Oh yay, I have a life.
I was going to go to school tomorrow, but my temp. went crawling up the scale again.
!!!! :/ Lindis get mad easily. They don't like to have their health tampered with by evil Decepticons.

Maybe I'll write something tonight so you can all read it. :)

Love yas,
-lulu.bell

03.14.11

"My curiosity is aroused" -Optimus Prime.

Sorry, I'm watching "Enter The Nightbird" and he just said that. It sounded funny.
I would laugh or put a smilie, but I'm still sick and I'd rather shoot myself in the foot right now. I've been complaining the entire time.
Maybe Nightbird should come in and capture me so that the Decepticons can put me out of my misery. I've been trying my hardest to write SOMETHING, but it's not going so good.

Hopefully I can get something done, and even typing this much is giving me a bit of inspiration.
Just that little push is all I need.

Ha! Megatron just shot Prime in the aft. XD

Love you, Autoboobs!
-lulu.bell

Work. 1.0

Ember stared out after Megatron, following him into the ever so familiar conference room, as she called it. Her mate always shook his head at her wonder for humans and their terminology. As they walked down multiple corridors, the time spent was in silence. She frowned, never one for bathing in silence. She liked to keep the air around her bright and loud, ecstatic and full of chaos.
Megatron on the other hand just enjoyed her love for chaos. ...Except for this one time.
"Megatron, there's something I need to tell you. I was thinking about waiting, since you have a meeting, but I REALLY need to tell you, so-" Ember stopped herself, wishing she had used her processor before her vocalizer. "You know, it can wait." She looked up at her mate, her wings twitching in anticipation. This is usually when he started to yell.
Irritated silence pursued.
"Ah, well I hope you won't be mad if I wait. It's really for the best, dear. I don't want you to fret while you're raiding the world. I should really stop while I'm ahead, shouldn't I?"
Angered and irritated silence pursued.
Ember sulked in the emotion-filled silence offered to her by the warlord. "Could you at least voice your disapproval of me? I don't like the quiet." She knew he was just teasing her, but he blocked off the bond and so it was more difficult to tell exactly what he was deviating.
They finally wound up nearing the door to the conference room, and Megatron abruptly stopped. Ember turned to look up at him, puzzlement written on her face. "What is it? You look as if-"
To stop her babbling, he leaned down to her face, lips meeting hers. "Don't babble during the meeting," was all he said before entering the room before her. When she didn't follow immediately, he inwardly smirked. "Is something wrong, Ember? Have your legs suddenly stopped working? If not then get in here! You're holding things up as usual."
Ember vented air and walked into the room, the door sliding shut behind her. That mech... she thought in exasperation. "That's what you get for holding ME up last night." As Ember took her seat beside Starscream she shot a sly grin at her mate, bringing her pedes up to rest on the table as she pointedly stared at him.
She noticed the Stunticons and the Constructicons staring at her in disbelief, while some of the more "seasoned" warriors simply stared at their leader, waiting for Ember to calm down. Or waiting for Megatron to push her towards a tirade, of course.
"Ember, silence. Now."
The femme frowned before looking up at the ceiling, making a point that she would be ignoring her mate for the remainder of the meeting. Briefing for an energon raid never was her idea of a good time. Ember continued to listen anyway, not wanting to displease her mate, and made a point to bring her pedes off the table, only to kick at Starscream under the table when he wouldn't shut up. Juvenile, yes, but she loved that look Starscream would get on his faceplates.
"Megatron, do you have any idea of what you are talking about? The Autobots will surely-" The second-in-command stopped short of his exclamation, a twisted look of surprise and pain in his ruby optics. Ember casually leaned over in her seat, her hands locked together underneath her chin. "Want to go deeper into that thought, Air Commander?" She smirked as she dug her heel deeper into the mech's leg, digging around for something important to slice open.

Your Time.

So, I'm sitting in my car with a person who's not really there, Stan Bush blasting up my speakers. I miss my Dad, and I'm all alone today. I know I could have gone to the hospital with my Mom, but I'd rather cry in private. Sure he'll be alright, but I'm worried about our jobs. He might get fired.
As much as I hate that place, I'm grateful for a job for my father, mother, sister, and myself.
I could really use you right now Optimus Prime. I need you.

Love you,
-lulu.bell

Failure.

What is it exactly that drives us down the path of failure? What keeps us from finding help, even thought we are screaming it to the world?
I'm sick of being on the roller coaster. I was created to prosper, to live on a wonderful life, and all I am doing is letting my story's beginning suffer. The words that make my earliest memories are being erased, and I can't even remember them. I can barely remember anything before Sophomore year.
I keep ranting and whining about how I have lost so much and how I can't keep myself moving forward. I know I'm weak. I also realize that I can be an astounding leader, and I have to potential to rule the universe. I also see that I need help. Not simply with my teenage angst problems, but with overcoming obstacles and helping me see the best in life.
Yea, a boyfriend.
I feel tiny and insignificant, weak and naive when I say "I want a boyfriend." I realize that I sound like a little teenage girl, and it may not be a boyfriend necessarily, but I want SOMEONE. Yes, I have my family. Yes, I have my friends. I have guys crushing on me. I have drama.
I don't have that someone that I can be CLOSE to. Someone who won't leave me, who will be there, who can cuddle with me. I don't want a little teenage boy who wants some dirty... I want someone who loves me.
Love. What the hell do I know about love?
I know I love Cybertronians. I care for them. I'm loyal to them. I defend them.
So, what's the point of this blog? I like someone.
There.

Love,
-lulu.bell