Returning Home [Closed Play]
‘Stupid, stupid Ten… No, if anyone here is stupid it is me. I should’ve known that none of this would last for long. One such as I does not deserve the happiness I have been so greedily hording these last few days. I have to leave before the Facility finds this place. The longer I stay here the more danger I am putting them in…’
Standing just outside the open bay doors with the later afternoon sun at her back Eleven rests an unsteady hand against the weather worn framework. The sharp scent of rusted metal makes her scrunch up her nose as her fingers ghost across the rough corroded patches. Long minutes stretch on as the sun sets lower and lower while she struggles to find the courage needed to enter the building that has become her home and face the individuals who’ve managed to worm their way into her heart to varying degrees. Maybe it would just be better if she were to turn around and simply disappear into the vastness of the Nexus. She has no right to remain here and put her friends in harm’s way just because she is too selfish to leave. Thanks to Ten and her undoubtedly still active chip the Facility is closer than ever to finding and reclaiming the runaway. For all she knows they are already mounting an expedition and following Ten’s transmitter signal to the area Eleven had left her pinned to the floor.
Rubbing suddenly teary eyes with the underside of her wrist Eleven clears her throat and trudges into the old factory. Pausing long enough to recompose herself the girl enters the common room, glancing around to take stock of who is currently present. Bulkhead is seated next to the couch flipping through the three thousand channels on the giant plasma screen. If any of the others are around she doesn’t see them, not to say that they aren’t there. Her sense of awareness is too dulled by shock and grief to register much of anything right now. She turns to go back outside but makes it no farther then a couple of steps before doing an about-face and quietly selecting an out of the way place against the wall to sit. It is a shadowy little corner that the girl wedges herself into, slowly sliding down until she is seated. Arranging her limbs into one of the complex human knots she has become known for she stares vacantly at the floor before her. Who is she kidding? She is too much of an egotistical coward to run away from the home she has only had for a little over a week.
Tightening the death-grip she has on her sleeves Eleven buries her face in the crook of one arm. Such a worthless coward, nothing more than a science experiment doomed to failure. She doesn’t deserve the kindness of the Autobots. Such a petty little creature, too ashamed to face the friends she is unworthy of yet too miserable to face the world alone. Instead she’ll curl up in the gloomy little corner of the most popular room on the base and wallow in lonely desolation.
Standing just outside the open bay doors with the later afternoon sun at her back Eleven rests an unsteady hand against the weather worn framework. The sharp scent of rusted metal makes her scrunch up her nose as her fingers ghost across the rough corroded patches. Long minutes stretch on as the sun sets lower and lower while she struggles to find the courage needed to enter the building that has become her home and face the individuals who’ve managed to worm their way into her heart to varying degrees. Maybe it would just be better if she were to turn around and simply disappear into the vastness of the Nexus. She has no right to remain here and put her friends in harm’s way just because she is too selfish to leave. Thanks to Ten and her undoubtedly still active chip the Facility is closer than ever to finding and reclaiming the runaway. For all she knows they are already mounting an expedition and following Ten’s transmitter signal to the area Eleven had left her pinned to the floor.
Rubbing suddenly teary eyes with the underside of her wrist Eleven clears her throat and trudges into the old factory. Pausing long enough to recompose herself the girl enters the common room, glancing around to take stock of who is currently present. Bulkhead is seated next to the couch flipping through the three thousand channels on the giant plasma screen. If any of the others are around she doesn’t see them, not to say that they aren’t there. Her sense of awareness is too dulled by shock and grief to register much of anything right now. She turns to go back outside but makes it no farther then a couple of steps before doing an about-face and quietly selecting an out of the way place against the wall to sit. It is a shadowy little corner that the girl wedges herself into, slowly sliding down until she is seated. Arranging her limbs into one of the complex human knots she has become known for she stares vacantly at the floor before her. Who is she kidding? She is too much of an egotistical coward to run away from the home she has only had for a little over a week.
Tightening the death-grip she has on her sleeves Eleven buries her face in the crook of one arm. Such a worthless coward, nothing more than a science experiment doomed to failure. She doesn’t deserve the kindness of the Autobots. Such a petty little creature, too ashamed to face the friends she is unworthy of yet too miserable to face the world alone. Instead she’ll curl up in the gloomy little corner of the most popular room on the base and wallow in lonely desolation.