DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY TRANSFORMERS CHARACTERS, ONLY HASBRO DOES. ALL I OWN ARE MY OC'S AND MINOR OOC'S.

Chapter one: New World Order

"Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul but it takes someone to come around to show you how." – Tear in my heart; twenty-one pilots

I love the night time.

Scratch that. I live for the night time.

It is night time already and I am outside, laying down on the cool tall grass gazing at the stars and staring at the moon. I live for the late summer nights when I can feel the season changing and the cool wind blowing. I can hear the crickets singing, wolves howling from afar even though the forest is located thousand miles away from where I live. I can hear the owls hooting somewhere in the trees. I stared at the big, bright moon as it shines down to the ground. I stared at the stars and watched as it changed colors got me wondering if they were actually stars or if they were spaceships.

Growing up, I always believed that we were not alone in this universe that there was something greater, bigger than us out there in the galaxy. I always thought that we were being watched by them probably observed of our way of living and judging us as we judged them. There were conspiracies about how they looked, what they travel in and evidence of aliens landing. However, if you were to ask a normal person how an alien looks like to them, he or she would respond with the following: green or grey, big heads, small or tall, skinny, long fingers, big black eyes, talking in foreign language and way advanced than us. If you were to ask me, I would say that I do not know. I don't know how an alien looks like because I have never seen one with my own eyes. We have been brainwashed with propaganda about the little green figures called aliens but, in the end, that information turned out to be false.

Aliens can take any shape or form. They can blend in like us and they can even transform. Those aliens are known as Cybertronians and there are two classes of Cybertronians: Autobots and Decepticons. Autobots are the good guys and the Decepticons are the bad guys. They invaded our planet earth about a decade ago, Autobots promised to leave our planet in peace once they have captured the Decepticons but the bad turned into worse. More of them kept on coming, cities getting destroyed, families being torn apart and losing our loved ones. Our race is almost extinct and because of that there was a new world order set up for the sake of our safety. We have curfews, soldiers heavily guarded at every corner, cameras everywhere, raids happening at random if you are found suspicious, cars being checked at every check-point to make sure it's not one of the Cybertronians. There is not one day when we don't hear from the news of the war that is raging on until recently when things have calmed down. People starting to assume that the Cybertronians probably are heading back to their native planet or made peace with our president, others are assuming the worst. Others are talking about something big will happen, something devastating that will terminate our planet.

We live without knowing anything, we live in fear whether if today is our last day or not.

I stared at the moon, reminding me of how small we are.

I stared at the moon wondering if the moon sees me. I wonder if the stars whisper to the moon about me, I wonder if the night sky is a metaphor for dark feelings. I always wondered why does one feel more vulnerable at night versus the day? Why do I feel dangerous at night and more kept to myself during the day? If only you knew how the stars and the moon make me feel whenever I look up at them.

I always dreamed of exploring the space but I too scared of stepping on other foreign land where I don't belong even though I always felt that I don't belong here. A drone passed by, lights flashing down at me making me wince and cover my eyes with my arm, groaning.

"Past Curfew. Proceed to your home environment at once." The robotic voice demanded. I was tempted to throw a rock at it but that will only get me in trouble and possibly jail time for wrecking a military grade gadget. I sighed and got up, dusting off my pants grabbing my sweater and my bag in the process.

"Proceed to your home environment at once." The drone trailed behind me, I raised my hands up in annoyance as it leveled with me, "I'm going, I'm going!" I replied. I knew it was going to follow me until I walked inside the house, it does that with anyone that doesn't follow orders.

I walked back inside the house without turning the lights on. I locked the door and took off my shoes, dropping my bag on the couch and walked upstairs. Everyone in the house was already asleep but me. I was tired but not sleepy yet, I always have a hard time to go to sleep. I passed my parents room and my brother's room, both doors closed. I walked all the way down the hall where my room was located and walked in. I closed the door behind me and let myself fall down on my messy bed, I haven't had the chance to clean up my room today. Did I mention that it's a mess in here? Clothes pilled up on a chair, my laptop on my desk with screen dark probably doesn't have battery juice, shoes at random places, my closet halfway open, books piled up at the corner of my desk. My room looks like it has been invaded by a teenager but I have been living with my parents ever since the last attack which was two years ago. My room hasn't changed before I moved out to go to college that I never got to finish, (partially I am kind of thankful for), my brother moved in with his wife as well. My parents and my brother thought it was best to stay together than being apart. I was fine being alone though but if you have all the government watching you at all point then you are really never alone. I rather have my parents invade my privacy instead.

Most of my friends have moved back with their parents' others stayed behind since their families are not close by. We can no longer travel by plane, if we want to travel it would have to be by car or by boats if you want to go to another country. The only planes you see in the sky or any plane crafts are from the government. It sucks how we are living, I miss how things used to be when we were able to do anything whenever, wherever. Being watched at all time and questioned what we are doing made me feel like I have never left my parent's. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents but sometimes they get too much and I need space to breathe on my own.

Some things don't have value either, for example, money is useless now. Cars are useless too. The economy is so bad, bad than the great depression. Anything with value is useless but whatever we have left is what we have to trade for food or clothes. We are allowed to have cell phones, laptops, anything with technologies but we are no longer to search the web. Social media doesn't exist anymore, the only thing that will keep us inform about the world is the radio, t.v., newspapers, or the soldiers in our area.

I felt a numbing, tingling sensation on my chest just thinking about our lifestyle and the lack of freedom. I get anxious when my mind is running, thinking about what will happen, will my family be okay? Will things go back to normal? It is stressing. I laid in my bed, trying to close my eyes and get some rest but I couldn't when I could see lights being shined through my windows every hour, hearing military vehicles tires hitting against the gravel. Any city, town, village you go to is a military base and where there is military base there is no rest, no silence. I miss the silence. I placed my headphones on each side of my ear and went through my playlist to play music.

I let the music soothe me, drifting me to sleep after a while. I would go crazy without music.

The following morning, I woke up at the usual time, at eight. Everyone has a job in this house, things that needs to get done before the end of the day. Mom was already up with my brother's wife, Betty. My mom and Betty are the first ones to be up to prepare breakfast and lunch for my dad and brother. Basically, wife's duties, I guess I got lucky on that end (ha!). Mom takes care of the house chores which is sweeping, mopping, dusting, vacuuming, washing dishes and such. Betty takes care of daily dinner, picking fresh vegetables in the garden attending farm animals. I take care of outside homes errands, dropping off mail, paying bills, store errands, washing clothes and such. My dad and my brother take care of mechanical issues, one of them work outside of home every other day. They thought it was best to have at least one male figure in the house just in case. Meaning, they have this mentality that us women can't take care of ourselves without them.

I walked down stairs, greeted by the freshly made pancakes, fried eggs and bacon. I can hear the kettle whistling indicating that the water is already ready for coffee or tea. Dad and my brother John were already eating breakfast, they are usually the first one to eat anyways.

"Good morning," I greeted with a yawn as I walked over the kettle and grabbing a mug from one of the wooden cabinets. The table was set in the middle of the kitchen, mom and Betty were going back and forth serving their significant other.

"Good morning, darling." Dad greeted with a smile.

"Damn, Laura. Did a bird nest on your hair?" My brother, John snickered at me. I know my hair was a mess but he loves to point it out. I only flipped him off and continued to make my coffee.

Betty had an apron around her waist, stained with jelly and flour. She had a yellow top on, her hair tied up into a clean bun. My sister in law is on the chubby side, my dad used to joke that my brother loves chubby girls because they are always full of love. Betty was sweet though, loving and caring. I don't know what she saw in my brother since he's always quiet, serious even though he can be a jokester and playful at a times. I admired them though, he was her high school sweetheart then married two years after my brother graduated from college. I watched her serve my brother more bacon and kissing him on the top of his head, hearing my brother thanking her softly. I smiled sadly, wondering when will I find someone with great love like them.

"Are you going to eat too?" Mom asked as she prepared a plate for herself. I blew the steam off my coffee before I took a sip, "I'm not really hungry."

I told her. I can feel my dad's eyes on me, "You have to eat something, Laura. Look at you all skinny and those dark circles around your eyes." He pointed out, "You need nutrition." I hated when he pointed out my flaws. I know I am skinny but not to the extreme and I eat whenever I get hungry and those dark circles around my eyes are due to lack of sleep.

But just for the sake of my mom, I pulled a chair out and placed a slice of pancake on my empty plate and grabbed the bottle of syrup. I cut a piece and placed it on my mouth, forcing a smile at my dad. I felt like a child even though I am only twenty-three.

"Here, have some bacon." He placed his left over on my plate. I am not really big on eating meat, I eat meat on occasions. But if I were to choose right now, I prefer chicken. My dad's phone went off, like it usually does. Probably customers waiting on him. He got up and left the kitchen to attend the call. My brother finished his breakfast and Betty handed him his packed lunch before he headed out to work. Mom sat across from me and Betty took my brothers seat, starting to eat their breakfast as they went over tonight's dinner plan. I felt like an outcast, I didn't know what to talk about with them so I just sat there eating my breakfast silently as I listened to their conversation.

After they finished, Betty left to get ready and start with her rounds. I stayed behind with my mom, playing around with my half-eaten food.

"Mrs. Kristen called earlier this morning," mom announced while she picked up the empty plates. I took a sip of, "Oh yeah?" I knew she was trying to make a conversation between us to lift them mood up. I love my mom, I trust her with my life. I can tell her just about anything without feeling judged.

"Yes, she wanted to say thank you for helping her for pinning up her goats." Mrs. Kristen is our neighbor from across the street. She's old, probably in her late eighties and lives on her own. Her husband died of heart attack a year ago and her only son is across the country with his family. We encouraged her to go with him but she prefers to stay here where she grew up and met her husband. I always like to help others whenever I can. Speaking of which, I stood up and handed her my now empty plate.

"I need to get ready now." I told her, and she nodded. I kissed her on her cheek, "Thank you." I told her. My mom was the sweetest but also very straightforward with you when you ask for her opinion, just like my dad however he tells you things as it is. But unlike my mom, dad was hard on us. He wasn't an affectionate man, hated to see us cry and made us wash our faces. Told my brother and I that crying won't get us anywhere in life. Our parents were strict, we had curfews but I felt that my father gave my brother more liberty than me. I never had a sleep over because my parents didn't trust other parents, if I ever wanted to go to a sleep over, they would suggest to invite my friends over instead. We were never allowed to walk alone to and from school, my mom used to drop us off and pick us until towards my senior year she trusted us and took the bus. My parents' siblings are close to us due to family issues so we never talk about them either.

I loved school and my parents praised me for that and pushed me that I should be someone greater than them. They pushed me that I should be someone of importance and not depend on anyone but I never knew what or who I wanted to be. They don't know the many times that I changed my major because I was giving up when my grades were dropping. I am not talented or smart. I lose motivation when I used to tell others my dreams and they shut me down by telling me that the career is useless. Maybe college isn't for me. I know there's something out there for me but most certainly college is not one of them.

"I left you a list of things we need for this week." Mom pointed at the stainless-steel fridge. I went over and snatched it, glimpsing through the list. It seems like it was an easy day for me, I might have a chance to arrange my room tonight.

I went back upstairs to change, putting on a pair of black leggings, a checkered button-down flannel and pair of brown combat boots. I heard my phone ring once, alerting me of a text message. I grabbed my phone and pressed the screen. A message from my childhood best friend, Emma.

"Ready when you are." It read. I replied back with 'Be there in five.' When in reality it would be longer than that. I still need to do my hair and apply at least a little bit of makeup. I have to cover my dark spots that I have on my face and look awake not like a zombie. I pulled my hair up into a messy pony tail and placed a headband over to pull back my now long bangs.

I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs, bidding goodbye however heard me. I walked out and from the corner and walked towards my old beat-up pick-up truck, jumping in and inserting the key on the ignition, hearing it roar to life. In front of me, the wide garage door was open, my dad inside working on his truck with his its hood up. He looked up and I waved him bye before I backed out from the long drive way.

Thankfully my brother left the gates open, sometimes he forgets to leave it open when he goes out. I left a trail of dust of gravel behind me as I drove in the single lane and emerging to the main street that had regular asphalt. Everywhere you turn you see people walking around, scavenging, buying, trading, fixing. Drones flying everywhere, military men walking around with weapons in hand or backs. This is something you usually see in the movies. Its saddening seeing it in real life, and living in it. Kids were playing around, kicking a ball around, riding bikes, playing tags. At least their childhood is still intact.

From the rearview mirror I could see multiple vehicles approaching fast. Two black hummer looking vehicle I believe they are called Humvee and a black GMC Topkick. They came fast and swerved beside me, leaving me no chance to stop or move over for them to pass. Those vehicles sped by fast leaving a trail of dust behind me. I coughed uncontrollably when I inhaled the dust, I had the window open.

"Fucking assholes." I coughed in between. I wanted to flip them off so bad but that would only piss them off and probably get hunt down for insulting them. Once I composed myself, I went back on the road and towards my best friend house. The drive wasn't that far either, the road was almost empty. I pulled up outside of Emma's gated property, honking once to let her know that I was here. Most homes in this town were gated to prevent people from breaking in and stealing. This used to be a safe neighborhood but after the recent attack it has caused chaos.

Emma's golden retriever followed her all the way to the main entrance. She bent down to pet him softly on his head before closing the gate behind her and jumping inside the cabin.

"Hey," she greeted with a smile. Emma was pretty, she was probably an inch taller than me, shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She was also fit due to all the years in the cheerleading team back since preschool all the way to college. All eyes were always on her, she was hard to miss. With those rosy cheeks, freckled nose, and red lips who wouldn't want to be her friend?

I smiled back at my only best friend, "Hey you."

"Where are we going?" She asked when she pulled the sun visor down to fix her perfect hair. I tossed the list on her lap, "on a grocery run and junk yard."

"Well, good thing I came cause I'm running out of pads." She commented and I snickered at her. Emma is not ashamed to be brutally honest with anyone and sometimes she can cause an embarrassing moment but that's because she is really free spirited and doesn't care what other people think of what she does or say. I wish I was more like her, but I always worry about what other people think of me.

On our way to the store we saw more military vehicles rushing by in a hurry. People would stop what they were doing and see them drive by to see what the commotion was about, "I wonder what's going on?" I thought out loud.

Emma looked at me, furrowing her eyebrows, "Didn't you hear on the news?" she pointed at the radio. I shook my head no, "Do I look like I follow the news?" I replied sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at me, "Apparently they found some toxic waste few miles outside of the town. They think that it's probably some dumping site that the Decepticons used."

"Toxic waste? Did they say exactly what it was?" Emma shrugged her shoulder, "We didn't get enough details." I hoped its not bad enough to the point of contaminating the water that we drink. If it's not one thing, it's another.

I pulled up at the small convenience store, parking my truck closest to the entrance. Emma grabbed the cart and jumped inside of it, her legs dangling over, "At once, peasant!" she shouted at me, making me laugh, "Yes, queen Emma!" and pushed the cart with her in it.

This brought back high school memories when we shopped at this store to get some snacks and watch movies at my place. We walked down at each isle to get what we needed, filling up the cart to the point where Emma to get off when it started to get full.

"What are you doing tonight? I'm craving for pizza and checking out some military men." She said as one walked down the aisle. He heard her and she knew that. He turned around and she winked at him in a flirtatious way I shook my head and laughed at her.

"I wanted to organize my room." I told her as I watched her reaching for a bag of potato chips and opening it, "That's boring. Let's go eat pizza at Rico's!" Emma popped a chip in her mouth, "I heard that's where all the military guys go before curfew hours."

I stopped to grab salt and pepper then turned towards her, "Okay, first you need to pay for that." I snatched the bag of chips away from her and placed it in the car, "Secondly, why do I want to check them out when we see them every day? They're scary and intimidating."

Emma just loves rolling her eyes at me, "Oh, Laura. Such a saint." She commented, "You're only saying that because you're afraid to ask permission."

"I'm twenty-three." I replied annoyingly, "Exactly." She winked at me. I know she was just teasing me and trying to get me out. I thought about it, I mean what do I got to lose? I haven't eaten pizza in a while, and I do miss going out to have fun.

"Should we go after the junk yard?" I asked. Emma jumped up and down excitedly, "Yes!"

We took our time to do our grocery shopping and look for mechanical parts at the junk yard but most of the things that my dad listed weren't available at the moment. It took us almost the whole evening to look for them until we gave up once we were starving. The sun was starting to set already, and we drove to Rico's. Emma wasn't joking when she said that the military goes go here to eat. We had a hard time to find a parking spot then walked in at the joint.

The atmosphere was inviting, loud music playing in the background. Servers and bussers in a hurry attending their customers. Group of friends standing around the pool table playing, eating and or drinking. The bar was full too and more people were still coming in. Emma pulled me by the sleeve, indicating for me to follow her to the empty booth that she found. We sat down and soon enough a server came by handing us a menu and glasses of water.

"Should we just get fourteen-inch pizza for the both of us?" I suggested.

"And some wings!" She added. I agreed even though I knew I wasn't going to eat wings. The server came by to take our orders then left again.

"We should come here more often." Emma suggested as she scanned around the place, smiling excitedly. This was heaven on earth for her when all men are in the room and for her to chose one to flirt with. Whenever I locked eyes with anyone, I always smile at them then look away quickly before making things awkward. I suck at flirting or starting conversations, hell, I can't even tell when someone is flirting with me. Don't get me wrong, I have been in a relationship in the past, but it has been a while since I got with someone.

Emma leaned in, "Someone is staring at you." She whispered in a sing-song voice.

"Who?" I looked to see what she meant and caught a pair of eyes locking at my brown ones. He smiled at me before a waitress got in his way. I blushed and looked away feeling a little embarrassed, "Isn't he cute?" Emma awed. He did look handsome, but he was probably older than us, he had light brown hair and some gray ones taking over.

"He's probably being nice." I said, "Oh my god, Laura."

"What?" I shrugged my shoulder as I sipped my water, "Everyone is smiling at us." I pointed out. Our server came back with our food, my mouth watered when I noticed how cheesy it was and how good it looked. I grabbed a slice and took a bite in my mouth, my eyeballs almost turning to the back of my head and my tongue burning at the delicious taste.

"Oh my god, I forgot how good this place was." I almost cried out in happiness, "We should definitely come here more often."

"Say no more." Emma replied as she took a big bite of her pizza. I kept on eating to the point I felt stuffed, our server kept on coming with drinks and asking if everything was okay. Towards the end of our meal, the same server came by with a beer bottle in his hand placing it in front of me.

"Oh no, I didn't order this." I told him quickly. Our server took our empty plates and drinks, "It's from the gentlemen." He pointed at the man that Emma pointed out earlier. I looked back again, seeing him talking to the guy next to him then looking at me, lifting his own drink at me and gave a simple nod. I wasn't sure whether to feel creeped out or…

"Thank you." I told our server then looked at Emma, almost sinking in my seat, "I don't even drink." I hissed at her nervously.

"Oh, stop being a baby and take a sip." She wined and chuckled. It was a beer, corona to be exact. I have had this drink before, but I wasn't a big fan of alcoholic beverages or the bitter taste. However, just to not be rude I accepted. It was flattering but it was a little weird. I wasn't used to having someone hit on me. Is this world okay? Of course not.

"You should ask for his number." Emma dared, grinning at me.

"I'm not going to ask for his number," I told her.

"Do it or I'll do it for you." She dared. I said no but that didn't stop her. She didn't get up to get his number though, but I can tell that she was planning something just to get back at me. I finished my bottle after a while, feeling a tad buzzed but fine enough to drive. I can hear the drones outside the dine announcing curfew hours. I groaned and got up, Emma following behind. My eyes felt heavy, I think I was having food coma from how much I ate tonight. We passed by where the man was sitting but I couldn't see him clearly, two more men were standing by him laughing. I knew he wasn't from around here and he was from the N.E.S.T. team by the patch stitched on his sleeve that I saw on his shoulder.

As we walked out, few men cat-called and whistled at us. I ignored them and so did Emma. We walked towards my truck and started to drive back to her place to drop her off. I was going to be five minutes late home, hopefully I can beat one of the drones before I get caught.

The roads were dark, and I had to set the headlight beams on high to see. I arrived at Emma's home and she got off, "Do you want to stay? You can stay so you won't get in trouble." She offered kindly, I shook my head, "I'll make it." I told her.

"Okay, well text me when you get home." Then closed the door. I waited until she got inside the house then left her area hitting the main road again. I debated whether to take the short cut home and beat it by two minutes or just take the long way home. My eyes wanted to close already, and curfew was in less than five minutes now.

I decided to take the short cut. Boy, did I start regretting that. The short cut that I took had no streetlights and I was already halfway through. A light lit up on my dashboard warning me about the engine before it completely shut down.

"No, no, no, no." I groaned. I stepped on the break pedal and ignite the engine, but it was no use. I let my truck rest for a minute before trying again and nada. Today of all days, my truck decides to die in the middle of nowhere. I grabbed my phone from my bag and got off my truck, walking in front to pop the hood up. Smoke came out immediately, making me step back right away, coughing once again. Somehow the engine over heated and it'll take a while to cool down. I had to call my dad or my brother to come pick me up but when I pressed their names on my screen the call would drop.

No freaking signals. I wanted to pull my hairs out from my head. I had two choices, walk home which was about ten minutes away by walking and getting risked of being caught or stay in my truck and still get caught. I decided to just walk home, I was past the curfew either way. I left the hood open but locked the door of my truck. I was a little scared walking alone in the dark, but I had no other choice.

What's the worst thing that can happen?

It wasn't long until I saw bright lights flashing from behind me. I stood back, placing my hand over my eyes to see clearly who or what it was. The engine sounded loud and when it got closer, it stopped right in front of. It was the black GMC Topkick that I saw earlier today that sped by past me. I heard the door open from the driver side and two feet hitting against the ground, "Are you lost?" A deep voice asked. I couldn't make out the person face to see who it was, "No, my truck stopped working. So, I had no choice but to walk." The man was tall, wearing black uniform and when he got closer, I recognized him.

The same man from the bar that gave me beer.

"It's dangerous for you to be out here alone, especially in the dark." He said, "I know, I know." I replied nervously, "I would have called my father or my brother, but I have no signal." I pointed at my phone. He gave me a stern look whether to believe me or not then he signaled me with his finger to follow him, "Come, I'll drive you home."

"You don't have too; I don't live that far." I told him. The man was by the front passenger, holding the door open for me, "I want too. Plus, protocols. C'mon." He pointed with his head. I couldn't say no to him, by law I had to listen to him just like with a cop. I sighed, why do I have feeling that my parents are going to kill me for this?

"Okay." I answered and took his offer. The man held the door open for me while I got in and adjusted. Shortly after he was by the driver side, putting on his seatbelt and instructed me to put mine on as well.

"So, where to?" He asked, "Just right up the hill." I instructed. The ride wasn't long, in fact it was just a two-minute ride. His truck looked very spacious and spotless. I noticed the Autobot insignia on the dashboard and on the steering wheel.

"I'm William Lennox, by the way." He introduced, "But my friends call me Will, or Lennox."

I smiled nervously at him. I don't if he was making me nervous because of what he does or because he was in fact good looking apart of being kind, "I'm Laura." I replied.

"Just Laura?" He asked, probably asking for more details. I only nodded, "Just Laura." I said. I didn't know him but I'm pretty sure he can get my full information with just one phone call. Will pulled up in front of my property, I can already see my parents and my brother outside by the porch.

I mentally groaned. I got off his truck and he followed behind me. I didn't want him to follow me all the way inside and watch my parents overreact, "Thank you for the ride." I told him.

"Any time." He smiled down at me.

"Laura! You're okay!" I could hear my mom voice filled with worry, "Where have you been? We have been calling you."

"Is she in trouble, sir?" My dad asked Lennox. I felt bothered that my dad assumed that I would be in some kind of trouble. Mom let go, my brother stood by my dad and Lennox, "No, she's not. I just saw her walking in the dark, assuming she was lost."

"My truck broke down." I cut him off before he could say anything more. I can hear my mom hiss at my dad, "Ya vez, Joe! I told you that truck is useless!" Mom nagged, "Nothing but trouble."

"I'll go check it out tomorrow." My brother assured Lennox. Not that he cared or anything.

My dad placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into an awkward hug, "Thank you, Sir. For bringing my daughter." My dad was grateful.

"Any time." Lennox looked at me with a kind smile. My brother led him out of the property then we all headed back inside the house. Fortunately, my parents didn't fuss about my whereabouts, but I could still hear my mom nagging to my dad about my truck. Hopefully it's fixable and nothing too serious. My truck is my only transportation and I would hate to borrow one of my family members truck.

Hello Guys! Thank you for reading my first chapter!

I wanted to do something different this time around, to write a fanfict about Lennox and my character. There's not really much about him out there and I really admire his character, so I took this opportunity to start. Also, there will be few Spanish phrases thrown in future chapters, with that said, at the end of every chapter I will translate those phrases.

Of course, as always, things will start out slow as I build up my characters and plotting. I have no specific time frame where this story takes place, I am aiming little later after the Last Knight. Lastly, I will be reminding y'all for any future trigger warnings. Laura has few issues with herself and the world around her, starting from home and where she belongs. I feel with Lennox around will help her to break that shell that she has created and make her realize that the world isn't so bad after all. Even if it may end at some point, there is always something or someone to live for.