Forgotten: Mysterious

Chapter One

Three patrol officers guarded each hall. One stayed by the entrance to be sure no one enters nor leaves, and the other two journey repeatedly up and down the wide, dim-lit path, checking in each holding cell. The guards had to be strong, both physically and mentally, for the screams and words of the subjects within each cell can often cause them to test their judgment and loyalty to the Boss. Some halls were louder than others.

    The Blood Hall was never silent. It was the third hall on the top level within the ship, where subjects F through J resided. The most witted of the guards patrolled this hall. It had an eternally sick cloud hanging over it, where these subjects' screams can be heard through the sound-proof doors. The guards had to be extra careful patrolling this part of the fifth level, for it was almost as though they could feel the subjects' feelings through their endless howls.

    "But why do they call it the 'Blood Hall'?" asked one of the patrol officers as he and the other headed slowly down the hall, keeping their blasters armed in any case they needed to be used.

    "I hear it's because the subjects in here did the most unusual or the numerous amount of murders," replied the other, "spilling the blood, or any kind of fluid, of their own kind. Like this fellow." He nudged one cell with his weapon. A four-eyed, seven-tentacle, fanged creature perked up and shone its wide, black eyes, turned its attention towards the guards and suddenly cowered in the furthest corner of its holding cell. "Subject F-6. He used to be a scientist back on his home world. He suddenly went mad due to some chronic virus he infected himself with. He grew three more legs, two more eyes and his teeth narrowed and elongated, becoming the savage you see before you." Subject F-6 wailed. "He started sucking the fluids from his own kin, infecting them with the virus as well until the entire planet was plagued. With no fresh fluids to absorb, they all starved and perished. He, here, is the very last one."

    "Oh...that must feel pretty lonely," the first guard said mournfully. "But of course, he didn't intend to do such slaughter. The virus made him this way."

    The other guard yanked him away from the cell. "Listen to yourself! If you let yourself surrender to pity, you'll end up feeling sorry for them and sense they want freedom and may even open their cells. Then they'll all fight each other just to get to you!"

    "Why would they want to get to me?"

    "To kill ya! Rip your limbs clean off, tear at every circuit and fiber in your body and suck ya dry, that's why!" The first guard shivered at the thought of himself being torn to bits, and a sick feeling roiled in his stomach. "All these beings are mindless savages. They've no hope now."

    The two continued down the hall when the second guard spoke up again. "Well...not all of the subjects here are mindless."

    "Oh?" said the first.

    "Yes. Just like not every cell here is filled with moans and screams."

    "What do you mean?"

    "The crew keep spreading rumors of how this particular hall is filled with so many screams that they can be heard through the sound-proof doors...And although we can, not every single subject makes a sound in here," explained the second guard.

    He stopped in front of one cell. "Mainly this one."

    "Who's in there?"

    "Subject G-1."

    

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    ~Bumblebee's POV~

    

    It started out as a typical Saturday afternoon back at headquarters. Arcee went out for a drive, Jack was on the laptop messing around on that conspiracy website a lot of photos of me are uploaded, Miko and Bulkhead were watching monster truck rallies, and I was watching Raf race his miniature race car. Meanwhile, Optimus Prime and Ratchet conversed by the monitor, trying to figure out the reason why Megatron, or any Decepticon, hasn't appeared on the screen for the last few days.