1 A Villainess' Prior Days: Day One.
Million of years ago, a war between 'just' and 'wrong' took place. The First Generation Of Transformers; The Thirteen Primes led by Optimus fought a harsh battle against the Universe worst enemy and Leader of the Decepticon; Nemesis Prime. Planets and Galaxies falling into the hands of the Decepticons, The Primes decided as a last resort to reanimate a Fallen Goddess. A Goddess whose name went by; Quintessa. Peace and Equality reigned as Quintessa defeated Nemesis Prime and his army by the side of the Primes. But that story was never counted as Quintessa tried to reign terror. Megatron; New Leader Of The Decepticons soon used that chance to destroy Cybertron; The Transformers Original Planet. And thus, continued a war with no end to it. What was being played at the bottom of it all; The All-Spark...
2018.
EARTH.
CANADA.
XX XX Rue Simpson, Montreal, Canada.
Girl's School.
"--Michelle #1 and Michelle #2! Stop flirting with each other, I'm getting gay vibes all over the class.. So, as I were saying, Mathematics will be useful to you all not through your daily life, of course. But when you step your very first virgin feet onto the adults' world."
This is me; Michelle Ranna.
I'm a History teacher at a Girl Secondary school in Montreal.
"But Teach?"
Shouts at an appropriate level of sonority a student as she raises her right hand too.
Her desk stumbling as she was in a bit of a rush.
But she then follows with a speech.
"We all here approve of your teachings because it makes sense to know the story of our Country and of the world. Especially, since aliens like 'Optimus Prime' arrived on Earth. But the Math teach is a pervert who loves spanking us when we get an answer wrong. And we can't say anything because it will seem like we are making excuses. What I'm trying to say is that Maths doesn't make us more smart than what we already are. For example; Substracting fruits times Substracting Fruits make more fruits. I don't mean to pry on logic but ma'am, this is complete nonsense."
This is Michelle #3 and she is the Spokesperson of the classroom.
She talks a lot but she is a good one.
I think about what she said just now because I seriously want to help my students.
But if they don't learn how to move their asses.
They will never fight seriously for what they believe.
So, why don't I teach them, as I'm a Teacher beforehand, that 'Such Is Life'?
"I've listened to you, Michelle #3. Excellent points for taking the initiative with me, because you must've thought that I'm Your Friendly Teach. Sadly.. I won't help you unless you give Maths a serious look. Win to win situation, don't y'all think?"
I explain to them as I stand at the centre of the class, grasping every stares I can.
A few of them avoids my eyes which I feared to be the case.
Michelle #1, #2 and #3 didn't avoid me at all.
It seems that the gay couple and Miss Representative are making progress through life.
Now, I just need to make these girls understand that humping a man won't make them the queen of the world.
"Okay! Guys, let's play a game! I am your Math Teach which I believe is a man. I stand right before y'all and I say, I will Rape all of you. Who will let things happen and who will stand up to say no?"
I'm sorry to be harsh on y'all, girls.. I just want you to become strong women.
Let's see how y'all react now.
I scan the room from left to right.
Nothing at first. But then, Michelle #3 stands up. Followed by Michelle #1 and Michelle #2 who stands up side by side hands enlaced into each other.
And then..
"Guys! Teach won't force you to stand up but she doesn't want to remain that weak-look. Teach wants us not to walk alone, but with each other as a Strong Female Lead. The Strong Female Lead Of Our Story."
Says Michelle #3 with energy.
The others amazed by her confidence, they start to stand up too.
And in no time, they were all standing proud.
It seems they got my lesson this time.
My girls nearly lost the passion of learning because of some pervert who loves torturing them.
I need to have a quick chat with that tweak.
"Teach... steam is coming off your ears.. I can see them."
Whispers a voice to my ear as I'm back on my seat.
This is Michelle #4.
My Daughter.
"Your little speech was a first. I thought you didn't care about anyone else but me. Why are you caring for them now? What has changed?"
She asks of me with suspicion in the eyes.
I can understand where she's coming from.
It is true that I've rarely gave my attention to the girls' problem.
I just feel great today.
Can't really explain why..
"Nothing much, Michelle #4. I guess I just love Monday's.."
I reply, with pun intended.
"Teach!! Class' over.. We are going home."
States Michelle #3 as I allow them to go.
Michelle #4 goes with her group of friends uncontented with my truth's.
But it is true. Today, it isn't particularly a sunny day. It has poured quite a bit but despite that. I just smell a refreshing atmosphere today.
But I wonder why I feel so happy. It was pouring and I hate rain.
It is neither my birthday nor will I get any increase in my salary soon.
Class ended like always at the same hour; five in the afternoon.
The sweat my students left behind in the classroom was as always the metallic stench that would make an elephant die.
Not to judge, but I reckon this is the end of the month.
I go through this too, so I kinda understand.
Being a woman is really hard.
*Tok**
Someone? I heard a sound outside the class.
But at this time, there shouldn't be a---
*Pang**[Metal rod hitting sound]
"Sir, The target was apprehended."
Walkie-Takie'd a tuxed man with a metal bat in his hands.
With a reply clear as water, the tuxed man picks up the teacher, knocked out, and heads to the back of the school. Putting her in the trunk of his 1978 Safari car, he burns the tires to head off to an Unknown Place but Famously Known as 'Zone #51'.
Two Hours Later.
TEXAS.
37° 14′ 06″ north, 115° 48′ 40″ west.
"--this bitch is the one 'Megatron' mentioned! Why is she still alive, Doc!? We must eliminate her!!"
Screams a not-so-manly-man dressed as a high official of an army with star badges stacked on his left shoulders.
Replying to the army dude is a bald dude whom the army dude adressed as 'Doc'. I suppose there is an intellectual to discuss of smart subjects here.
"Calm down, General Witwicky. She is, for now, just an accusee. I believe that what Megatron said to us was to lure a truth into a lie. We can't just trust his rubbishness. I know that you want Justice but we can't simply end lives because you want it, General Witwicky. Understand me, Please."
Soothing and buttering! Great! The Army who's famous for being Never-Smooth has gotten themselves a Smooth-Talker.
"Ohh! She's awake! Welcome back, History Teacher Michelle Ranna."
Alright.. They moved me to the famous Zone #51. This is a tent for prisoners, so, my first guess is that I'm not the only prisoner.
My second guess--They won't let me go this easily.
"Sir, was it necessary for me to kidnap a teacher for a girl's school? I mean, she is clearly not a Decepticon-Lovers!"
Expresses the tuxed man, now, really emotional to the Army dude.
The Army dude notices that I'm awake and completely ignores the tuxed man.
"We will talk about this matter in private, Sam."
Says the Army dude as he leans closer to my face, next to the bald dude.
"Your breath stinks, can you piss off your curiositic-Stenched face from me?"
I says with no real censor on my manner of speech.
"Funny, Michelle. Do not be so informal to the peoples who kidnapped you. We won't hurt you unless it is deemed necessary. Now, I have a series of question that I will ask you and don't worry, I've asked the same question to other generous people and they all played the game. Sadly, a handful didn't and hands were dirtied. I doubt you will make the same mistake.."
Says the bald dude with a smirk threatening me with psychological war-words.
"As long as I'm not hurt and that my rights as a human is well-respected. I won't do anything rash."
I reply with a smile at the end, and I notice the army dude tightening his punch.
"Very good, I love smart woman. First question is quite personal, as I've dwelled a lot onto your miserable and poor marriage life. Who is Sam Ratcher? And how did he die? What can you tell about the girl you adopted, which goes by the name of Osleo Buë?"
Quite?
I would say that he may know secrets I don't know of.
The bald dude asks of me so detailed closed-up information.
And I tell him things that I know, that obviously, others don't.
"My boyfriend, at the time, asked for my hand but we couldn't reach mariage stage as he was killed in his duty. He was a nice police officer, a bit racist but he meant good. He grew up in a nice farm in the colorado. Lost his mother at a young age, he referred to church as a place of comfort and warmth. I never believed in god but I suppose... Anyways, this is what I can say about him that you won't know because he was quite the liar. A few years later, I moved away from Colorado and found a home in Montreal. There, I met a few friends that forced my hand into adopting a child. At the time, I hated the idea but it has been fun living with Osléo."
I look at the army dude and bald dude, and they are amazed by my frankness.
I should have warned them that I hold utmost importance to my life.
"I see. That explains why the report says nothing when you adopted the child. It was a prank and you lost the dare. Okay! Second question. Do you work for Megatron or any other Decepticon?"
...Weird question.
"No."
I answer quickly as I'm sure of myself.
"Okay.. Last question, what do you know of 'Nemesis Prime'?"
The army dude twitches at the sound of the name as if something bad happened before.
The bald dude sweats more than before.
I suppose I must lie then..
"Never heard of. I only know what the news say. Optimus Prime. Megatron, which I thought was dead but the fact that my name was mentioned from his mouth, is still alive. Bumbelbee, I believe it was or am I wrong. Sorry to disappoint, I know very little about this."
They take a few steps back and whisper into each others' ears.
And soon, come to me with what I consider, good news.
"Bad news, Michelle Ranna! You are Lying to us. Not exactly when you did but a good source told me you hiding too many things from us. And that means that you lost trust I had in you.. Starting now, the General Witwicky will take control of this interview and teach you 'manner of speech' through leather whips."
Believe me, this is good news.
Now that the smart-ass left with his goon, the tuxed guy.
I have the army dude alone for myself.
Let's see what he has got for me.
"I will un-clothes myself first, bitch, as I know that you will bleed too much. Don't worry, I will tear apart your clothes too because I plan to sully your woman-hood."
Explains the army dude revealing the pointy nipples he's got and the fat ass he kept to himself in hiding.
"You, making a face of the 'I don't care' will soon change. You must think that I was joking but I ain't."
I know that you aren't soft-stalking. The army isn't known throughout the world to be gentle. if policemen can kill blacks because of some inner-thing, army can do worse.
"I trust you will make me suffer. But I also trust that you want me to live, so you won't kill me yet. After all, I'm someone whose name came from Megatron's thingy mouth, am I wrong?"
He glares at me, then, grabs my neck forcefully.
"I will make you suffer, lad."
My day started with the rain, a metallic stench which I totally understand and a sort of mutinerie from the girls because they had enough of being used. And it will end with torture by the hand of a Witwicky. Maybe, that was the very reason I was happy all day?
To be continued🙈🙉..
