23. CatGrim and the CatGrim had not planned to spend her day like this. In fact, she had a very busy schedule to uphold and it was unusual for her not to do so. But here she was—crouched on the ground having a stare down with a black alley cat.It was the cat that had started it, the Reaper supposed, when it started following her for half a mile. Many times did Grim try to get the feline to scat, even tried to attack it to just go away. But the cat just refused to consent. It continued to follow right behind her for another lengthy period; it reminded Grim of mirG and most certainly annoyed her to Hell and back.So now the Reaper was on the dusty floor to see if she could persuade it to leave with a harsh glare. But the raven furred cat surprised her with an equally fixated stare. She had expected to eventually cringe back and run away, not to give a defiant look back. Although Grim found the situation trivial, she refused to be defeated by a simple animal. The cat kept its stare whil
Repurcussions ch1Two weeks had passed since the battle for Chicago that which ended this four million war. Days that were stained with shed blood and Energon are now replaced with days when we salvage what is left of the city and to see it habitable again.The Decepticons had been ruthless, killing innocent human lives that were caught helplessly in the heat of battle, adding additional only for their repulsive pleasure to slaughter.But we Autobots overcame the Decepticons and earth, our home, is once again at peace. Now many government districts, including NEST, had set its focuses on rebuilding Chicago. Rescue squads come onto the scene every day in an attempt to find any trapped or lost civilians, sending them to rescue camps or medical stations. As this goes on, a select group of Autobots follow, being wary for any stray Decepticons that may be lurking.The Wreckers had finally gotten their aspiration and most of their day consists of being outside their confined base, though of course, the hum
The HealerThe healer walks as loner, throughout the entire landAnd she clutches a long, twisted staff in her firm hand.Wearing a long dark cape that blended with the nightWith golden symbols that gives beholders a fright.Her tall body giving the longest of stridesThat which made her cloak swish loudly, as if it had sighed.A hood so deep it covered all her features,Except for the mouth, which enjoyed talking to woodland creatures.And when she solemnly enters town forlornShe'd go into houses in which sickness was born.Against her quiet nature, she speaks words of oldAnd when she was done curing, she would refuse the offered gold.Again she would do this, repeated in every townAnd she would complete her task, her gaze always casted down.In the middle of the night, she would slip awayEnsuring her supporters, she would come back another day.