Authors Note:

              Since Adam has lost his memory and is recuperating from  being tested on, I have decided to give him a break for a chapter or two. Point of View may change to him, depending on my writing speed and the flow of ideas. Well, as I shall conclude this, New perspective in…3…2….1

            “We have breaking news! An entire family was slaughtered at their house today, except for one sole survivor. This family is no other than The Flagsters from Detroit, who were the always-up-to-date-….Jasmine Flagster is in critical condition, and they were signs of massive machines found in the destroyed house. A long, wide buzzing red energy blade was found inside the once civilized living room.”

             From afar, we see a giant flight vehicle and another highly equipped white and blue helicopter fly above the scene. It seemed critical as they lowered themselves down to the level of some high-ranking official who held the sword up at one of the flight vehicles. A lightning zap scanned the object entirely giving the idenfication of Prowl’s sword to be analyzed. People who were there gasped in shock, new to this uncertain arrival. A robotic arm reached out grabbing the sword from the high ranking official’s hands. If words were being spoken we could not hear them since the volume has become muted.

            A day passed since Adam left, more like 24 hours for Sumdac.  Who required Adam’s powers to be used for a demonstration to be pulled in front of a public, highly acknowledged figure in The Washington D.C. state. Beachswiper is seen following after the hologramed Prowl. There we go over from the scene towards the sky where these two gigantic flight base vehicles have resumed volume.

            “How is The Autobot’s sword going to be any useful?” The voice belonging to the SWAT flight based vehicle asked.

            “Determination, determination, determination is the key Lugnut.”  The leader replied.  “And motivation is what fuels techno-organics to do things we didn’t even believe they could have done. From the other Techno-Organics’s we have had this stellar cycle, I’ve learned better.”
                       

            There are several branded Techno-Organics with guardians of their own based around America, Washington D.C has become one of the few states that’s been cerfied by Megatron not allowing any Decepticon to be dispatched there, he feared it was dangerous around the suspicion Sumdac has gotten more powerful and assets they couldn’t defeat.  However, some Decepticons argued they should take chances even if the most dangerous human on earth resided on a state.  “Don’t tell me you are taking Shadowstrike’s suggestion!” Lugnut yelped, referring to one of the most arrogant and blabbing Decepticon, aside to Starscream , who ever existed. “It’s no good listening to him.”

            “Oil Slick and Blitzwing have said otherwise,Lugnut.”

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            Jasmine Flagster’s POV    

            “…Mom.” I whisper, opening my eyes. “Dad...” My entire family is dead. Dead. Dead because of Adam, all because of him I lost the most important things in my entire life: My younger siblings. My home. My parents.  That awful, buzzing noise made itself known in the room. “That…that sword.”  Lifting myself up in pain from my back, I grabbed the sword just small enough for a Techno-Organic  to pick up. Nobody would forget a noise they heard multiple times as they witnessed the slaughter of their family.

            The Sword glowed red at the actual area that should have been metal. When I put it into my hands, that area became a bright electrical blue.  Did it just…change on me?  My eyes blinked at the startling change. It suddenly becomes friendly for my eyes meaning; the sharp ridges flattened, double armorer appeared around the energetic-like sword center getting a sharp tip at the top, and a round circular sphere appeared at the handle.

            I saw an electrical zap come from the sword. It immeatedly zapped through my body leaving my entire body feeling hot and steamy. I lay on the floor with my hand still around the handle. “For a Flagster who had sword practice, I really just suck expecting the side-effects a technological sword can deliver.” I muttered to myself.  I can hear The Doctors headed to my room. I wasn’t going to freak them out as I lay there paralyzed.  A sizzle went through the my body, and then I found myself clinging on a wall for dear life in my battle mode as the shredded hospital clothing lay on the floor. So something new….for a change.

            “Um…The girl isn’t here.” A man below said. He raised his brown eyebrows,I think they are brown or brunnete, I can’t see that good from the ceiling. “Are you sure…that park-fair incident isn’t affecting you?”

            The Doctor looked pretty stunned, until he shook his head.

            “I’m Roger Binkers, and I am sure!” He firmly replied. “That ‘Leroy’ kid was here,” He seemed anxious. “After that incident and I know HE WAS HERE TWO YEARS AGO!”  Man. His eyes look fierce as a lion!

            The man, who looked like some police official simply nodded. “You are overworked,.” He said. “”So Jasmine must have been transported to some other hospital wing.”

            Roger rolled his shoulders. “Fine, Herald.” He finished with a defeated sigh. I watched Herald leave the room almost snickering how screwed up This Doctor Rogar is with my ‘disappearance’. “Leroy was here. He was HERE! AND SO WAS JASMINE FLAGSTER!” He repeated. This man must have been given a traumatic experience sometime before I came here. Didn’t expect this from a Washington D.C. hospital.

            And then the sword slipped from my hands.

            “WATCH OUT, DOCTOR!”

            Rogar looks up seeing me, his face right away turned white. And then he fainted so fast the sword didn’t even hit him. I believe he may have broken the record of fainting in movie and television history. The sword hit where his head could have been though it turned the other direction luckily from his unexpected body-fainting. I sighed. “Phew.” Then I let go of the wall and landed on the floor like a ninja would have done.  Warning him reminded me of a television show, but, I cannot remember. I picked up the sword from the floor and it became a part of my arm. How…is that cheesy? Swords are just…unexpected.

            “Now…” I looked at the window as a possible exit from the building. “Jasmine, remember, you are a techno-organic and you will not die from falling a high volume above the pavement!” It’s been proven reassuring yourself will boost your confidence from studies shown on the news. I climb up on the open window being large and square that it could have been shaped for a balcony without the rails but just had the long wide area to stand on.        

            What do you know, it’s raining.

            Drip-drop drip drop.

            “One…two…THREE!”  I jumped out the window, knowing this is very dangerous to do and risky. My eyes were wide open as I did see wind streaks pass my shoulder while free-falling. Guess my body’s falling speed is faster than thick smoke, a large group of fans protesting over an episode from a series, and an airplane trying to escape from a really bad storm. There was a large gap involving no-one standing on the side-walk so, I don’t need to explain what ran through my head, well the splatter part did come in mind.

            I landed on both feet, causing the ground beneath me to flatten and curve out like a minuture crater.

            “A-a-a- Techno-Organic!” One civilian screams, and spun away. Actually the civilian ran away.

            “I’m a good  Techno-organic!” I raised both my arms up.

            Well the small crowd became nothing in two minutes. “…Do I smell?” I smelled under both arms. I don’t smell. “Oh. I frightened them.”  Nobody is on the street. Not a trace of life remained. With rain falling on my body after the death of several people and watching data stream out from the boy’s head, I just had to get a symbol. Before I head out to kill him.