The scene changes, a moment latter in the car park 2 identical motorbikes stand side by side, a small flicker of light and one of the motorbikes starts by itself, and takes off. Another flicker and the motorbike seems to have a person on it. Lights turn on and the sound of a bike going at high speed, echoes off into the distance. It starts to rain.
The scene pans up and the rain gets lighter then clears up,
as we follow the bike to Melbourne, traveling through the back streets, to end
up at the Melbourne Cemetery, the bike pauses for a moment, and then turns down
a side street next to the cemetery. The bike dips its headlights and runs in
darkness for a while till it comes to a badly lit area. The sounds of the transforming
occurs and a dark figure jumps over the 12ft fence, as if it was nothing. A
flicker again, and it the figure that seems to be a human walking. It looks
around as if searching for something, and heads off towards the newer parts
of the cemetery. The figure walks to a grave and leans down, to examine the
head stone, the name is Racheal Cunningham, beloved daughter.
A sound of footsteps can be heard coming up the path, and the figure looks around
and steps into the shadow of a crypt away from the sound. A young man walks
up to the grave and places some flowers on it, then leans down and wipes the
head stone, and then sits down next to it. He pulls a back pack off his back
and pulls out a bottle of spirits and two shot glass's, and pours out 2 drinks.
He raises his glass in salute and down his shot. He places the other on top
of the grave.
“To you Auntie, sorry I know you hated being called that. But...”
The figure moves out from behind the crypt and steps quietly forward. He turns suddenly and looks at the figure now standing. And then scrambles to his feet.
“You! Monster! Your the reason she's dead! I'll kill
you!” The figure steps back, as the man rushes forward, he begins to throw
punches and the creature blocks and dodges easily, the man starts to get annoyed
and punches with full force, the creature catches it, and closes it's hand over
his hand before spinning him around and pins his arm up behind his back.
“If i was here to hurt you don't you think i would have already done it,
and be gone by now. I came to talk not fight. Honestly i thought i would have
to track you down across the entire city. Last thing i ever expected was to
find you here.”
“Why the hell should i listen to anything you have to say?”
“Because i want someone to know what happened to Racheal, the full story,
not the crap i am sure thats been fed to you by others wanting to protect you.
Anyway, I personally know she would tell you to shut and listen, Jason.”
“You sound just like her.”
“I know... So are you going try and keep killing me, or are you going
to listen?”
“Yeah what ever.”
“Fine, i am letting you go now...”
The figure lets go and steps back a bit, as Jason rubs his wrist, he goes to his back pack and picks up the bottle. Looks at it and takes a drink, and puts it away, he smiles as he pulls out a extension baton and flicks it open. The figure behind him sighs.
“Don't start something your unable to finish Jason.”
Jason smirks and crouches slightly obviously he knows how to use the item. The
figure shakes it's head and takes up a martial art stance. The two face off,
and a long awkward pause ensues, until the figure cocks it's head slightly.
“Well are you going to do anything, or just wait until
you cramp up?” Jason stands up and throws the baton at the figures feet.
“Fine, talk then, but don't think i will believe you.”
“I didn't ask you too, all i asked was for you to listen to me Jason.”
“How do you know my name? I don't think Racheal would just give out all
the details of my life to someone like you.”
“I didn't...”
“Huh, What do you mean by I, are you saying you are Racheal?
What a load of...” The figure eyes blaze a bright red for a moment, and
interrupts angrily.
“Don't you think I have a hard time believing this myself? Do you think
i wanted this? What the hell do you know what the hell i have been through?
Don't judge, shut the fuck up and listen, then you can judge.”
“But this is...”
“Impossible, yeah i know...”
“Can i ask some questions first? I just want...”
“To make sure i am not some foul fiend out to trick you for some nefarious
purpose?”
“Well... yeah.” The figures sighs visibly but then sits down and
and leans against the crypt.
“Sure ask away, but you might not like the answers.”
“When were you born?”
“July 27th, at around 3 pm. Two weeks premature, because me and mother
were fighting over the positives and negatives of our blood.”
“Whats was the worst moment of you life?”
“Besides when the Deceptacons happened to me? Um... Seeing Mum collapse
when the police told her about Dad's death.”
<***>
“You still have it?!?”
“Yeah I do, but well... i don’t wear it around my neck anymore,
i keep it inside me. Safe, now and then i take it out and look at it when i
am thinking.”
“Thinking?”
“yeah when i think about family...”
“i don’t know what to say to that, i mean, is this supposed to be
some type of guilt trip aimed at me and Grandmar, i mean if it is, it ain’t...”
“No it is not that, but this is the only thing i have left, i mentioned
it cause you asked, not because i want to make you feel bad.”
“Is that supposed to be comforting?”
“No... not to you. To me mostly, so do you want to hear about this or
not, i mean i came back to tell you, as i have no idea what you have been told,
i can only guess.”
“Honestly not much, Mum, and Grandmar won’t talk about it. After
the funeral, well they won’t talk to anyone much.” A long pause,
ensues. “So do you remember...”
“Honey i remember everything, with more clarity. i suppose i could try
and forget, but that, feels like i would lose part of myself, even if it is
sometimes more painful that anything you could even imagine. Because i can accurately
recall, nothing softens the edges. I can actually relive anypart of it over
and over again.