Venatrix Mortes was bored as the pits, her brother had the T.V. and sister had the family laptop so she couldn't read her favorite fan fictions. She did have book, but had read them a few times and didn't feel like reading them again right now.
"I'm bored," she whined to no one in particular.
"Well, why don't you go read your Transformers books, you have at least fifty of them," said her brother, not bothering to look up from his video game.
She give him the bird and he laughed. Venatrix deiced to go to the library. It was better than just staring at the ceiling.
"Mom, I'm taking Redrun to the library, I'll be back in two hours" Redrun was a '98 Ford Torus, and Venatrix love it. She loves the freedom to just drive, and after reading so much fanfic... She enjoys her imagination.
"Drive safely, and watch the time, call if you will be later."
"I will. Bye, Mom, see you later."
There was a crisp feel in the air as she walked out to the car. "Hey Redrun it's time to go for a drive," she called as she approached it.
She knows it seems crazy to talk to her car like it's a real person, but she'd read so much about sentient machines that she couldn't see see Redrun as anything but her adopted baby.
"First we are going to go to the library, then we will get a wash and a full tank of gas for
you, my dear." She could almost swear that the car shuddered in anticipation at the mention of wash and gas, but it must have been her imagination. Shrugging it off, she grabbed her lucky red hat, the one with the Autobot symbol sewed onto the front.
She is a Trans Femme, she likes to read the about them and has watched every single show about them, even the foreign ones, but she is not overly obsessed with them. (Actually, yeah that's an obsession) She likes Transformers, but she likes other things as well, like Knight Rider and Smallvile. Anything that has to do with science fiction in general fascinates her. She is not someone, who need therapy because they think they are Decepticons and have shrines for Megaton.
She arrive at the library to find her friend Patch on the computer. "Hey, Ven, got bored again?" the librarian asked, smiling sympathenically.
"Yep." Venatrix smiles back at Patch. "I've got to save up and buy a laptop of my own."
"Aww, one would think that you didn't want to see me," he teases.
"I'll come here just to visit you, Patch," she answers.
Patch smiled at that "Well, when you put it that way, I have something that will brighten your day."
Excitedly, she asked, "What is it?"
Patch reaches into his pocket and pulls out an Allspark necklace, causing the fan girl to squeal in delight.
"Oh My God, Patch, where did you get this? I mean, look at the detail, it looks just like the real Allspark from the movie."
"Do you like it?" His big brown eyes looked at her with the need of approval.
"Like it? I love it, where did you get this? It must have cost a lot of money! I want to get one for myself."
"No need for that," he laughed, "I got this for you."
She jumped up and hugged Patch as hard as she could, which was hard, due to him being half a foot taller then her four foot and eleven inch body.( She is short. Why is she so short? because being short is fun and no to many heros are shot there tall and all museles
Short's not bad. Four eleven will make things hard for her in OUR world, let alone TF places, I am evil I know this.)
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love it."
"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it. Now if I may?" He placed the Allspark necklace, around Venatrix's neck so it was nestled in the hollow of her throat nicely.
"Thank you, it's very pretty."
"I saw it and thought it would be perfect for you."
"My inner fan girl says you were right." Venatrix let her lips gently brush his "Just think, in three more months we can go on date without fear."
"I can hardly wait, my huntress," Patch murmured, using the translation of her name as had become his wont. She liked hearing it.
Patch and Venatrix have been dating for a year, and their only problem was that while she was only seventeen, Patch was twenty-one years old. It kind of put a dent when he wanted to take her out with his friends, but she still loved him regardless.
"I have to get back to work. Why don't we go out to see a movie Saturday? Dark of the Moon is coming out," Patch said.
She smiled. "It sounds perfect. Pick me up for a matinee?"
"That sounds perfect. At two, then?"
"Sounds about right. See you later, Patch."
Patch left to finish his work while she went online to check which fan fictions were updated. Tenshi of Light21 had added another chapter to her story "Her twins". There is one thing she just had one thing to say about Transformers. The girls in the story were always the butt of a cosmic joke. One would think that Primus would use someone who could handle all the shit that he flung at them, but no, they have to be flung out in the open and adapt to the situation.
Why couldn't Primus leave the poor femmes alone? It seamed to Venatrix that women always ended up cleaning up the mess His children leave behind, and not the men. On the other hand, women are usuaslly written as built to raise children and it was always nice to see a better story when they're just as strong as the mechs.
Venatrix wouldn't mind meeting the Transformers herself, though her 'inner fan girl' might well die of happiness. First thing she thought she would do was find an Allspark shard and bring Jazz back to life, because that bot didn't deserve to die. Curse Michael Bay to the deepest part of the pits for killing the Jazzster. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she jumped when the computer alerted her to mail. She didn't recognize the sender but opened it anyway.
"Would you like to meet the Transformers?"
Venatrix decided to humor the guy and send him a reply, chuckling to herself.
"I would love to meet any Transformers, if they were really around"
"What would you do if you met one?"
That was easy to answer.
"I would help them all out, Autbots and Decepticons, try to end their damn war. I mean, come-on, fifteen billion years of fighting? Grow up and get a life people, you're a dieing race, and you won't last much longer if you keep killing each other off... Not to mention that the whole war would not have gone on this long if they would have just come up with a suitable compromise."
She sent the reply and he responded, "would you really help a Decepticon, even after everything they have done?"
What was the guy getting at, Venatrx wondered. "Yes, I would help the cons. Some of them are honorable warriors and are worthy of respect, and if they would stop killing people they would be a great representative to their kind."
After she sent the message, the computer started to shriek, a piercing sound like an alarm. Glyphs covered the screen, they looked like another language, Japanese, or Chinese or Korean or... maybe even what was on the Allspark.
"Damn prank emails," she shouted. The librarian gave her the death glare, so she decided it was time to go. She got Redrun the full tank of gas and was about to go to the car wash, but it was starting to look like rain and she could hear thunder in the distance.
"I guess your bath will have to wait for another date, Redrun. Let's head home, I would hate to get stuck in that storm." If she ever got a chance to get ahold of the guy who sent that prank email, she was going to rip him a new asshole. She kept seeing the glyphs, and they were giving her a headache from hell. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when Venatrix opened them, the symbols floated in the air, with what seemed to be electricity running across the road.
Redrun almost seamed to shudder, in fear or anticipation. "Don't worry, girl, just a few more minuets then we will be home," Venatrix said in a soothing voice. But as she spoke, a bolt of lightning hit the ground in front of her. The light blinded her, and everything went dark.