*Erin*
I struggled against the hand of my captor, trying to break free of his iron grip. But it was no use, he was too strong. I was trapped.
The cold, metallic floor beneath me seemed to be sucking the life out of me, and I could feel my energy dwindling with each passing moment.
"Stop squirming. You're going to ruin my buffing!" He complained, his voice dripping with annoyance. I glared up at him, my eyes burning with defiance, but he just chuckled and tightened his grip.
I knew it was worthless to resist. I knew I wasn't going to survive this. The Energon prod had already left me weakened, and if he injected it into my bloodstream, it could poison me. I had seen it happen to others, and I knew I was next. The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I shuddered in his grasp.
But I couldn't give up. I thought of Jack, Miko, Raf, and the innocent citizens of Jasper. If I didn't make it out alive, they would be next. The weight of that responsibility gave me a surge of adrenaline, and I struggled again, but it was no use. Knockout's grip was like a vice, and I was trapped.
I was staring to lose hope as Knockout stepped into another room. It was different from the one we were in, with an eerie atmosphere that seemed to cling to my skin like a damp shroud.
Instead of an empty room with chains, it was a room with two slanted operation tables. I felt a chill run down my spine as I took in the sight.
In front of the table was a straight table, covered in a array of scary-looking tools. I shuddered, terrified at the thought of what they had been used for. Some of the tools looked like they belonged in a medieval torture chamber, while others seemed to be from a futuristic laboratory. I recognized some of them as Cybertronian medical instruments, from what I've seen Ratchet use, but others were completely alien to me.
"Don't worry, none of those are going to be used on you. At least, for now," Knockout said with a sinister laugh. "I've always been curious about how humans work and what makes them tick. So, if you don't survive this little experiment, I will dissect you open." He seemed to take pleasure in seeing me squirm, and I could sense his excitement building.
Fear was written all over my face, and Knockout seemed to feed off it. He placed me on the slanted table, and before I could even try to slide down, restraints appeared and locked my wrists and ankles in place. I was trapped, at the mercy of this sadistic Decepticon.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the worst, wondering what horrors Knockout had in store for me. The table was cold and unforgiving, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I tried to calm myself down, telling myself that I had to stay strong, but it was no use. The fear was suffocating me, and I couldn't shake it off.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but think of my friends, and how they would never know what had happened to me. I thought of Jack, and how he would always be wondering what had become of me. I thought of Miko, and how she would always be searching for me. And I thought of Raf, and how he would always be hoping that I would come back.
But I knew I wouldn't be coming back. I knew I was going to die here, at the hands of this mad Decepticon. And with that thought, I felt a sense of resignation wash over me. I was trapped, and there was no escape.
Knockout's voice brought me back to reality, and I opened my eyes to see him standing over me, a syringe in his hand. "Thank you in advance for your sacrifice," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
I closed my eyes and braced for the small prick of the needle, but a voice interrupted him.
"Knockout! What are you doing?" I heard Megatron boom. I opened my eyes.
"Experimenting, Lord Megatron. I want to see if humans can survive Energon mixed with their blood," Knockout explained.
"Good. However, I have a suggestion. While you're here, why not try to pry the information out of her? Since the so called relics the Autobots surrendered were fake, we must now at least something about the Autobots that can end this war, with us as the victor," he said.
The relics were fake?
I slightly smiled in relief. Of course. The autobots weren't that dumb to surrender the relics. They must've created fake ones. I wanted to laugh as the thought of the Autobots and Decepticons pulling the Uno Reverse card on each other.
"Are you suggesting that we should try to use the Cortical Psychic Patch on her?" Knockout grinned slyly. I shuddered. I had no idea what the Cortical Psychic Patch was, but I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. It sounded terrifiying.
"Indeed, Knockout. Now, prepare the equipment and activate the patch," Megatron instructed as he went to lay down on the other slanted table.
What is Knockout gonna do?
I gulped as Knockout went behind me and attached something there. He went to attach something behind Megatron as well.
"Cortical Psychic Patch, activating," he said. Just as he said that, I felt a headache.
The headache grew more intense until it turned into a migraine.
Then it grew worse than a migraine and I felt like my head was about to explode. I was screaming silently. But just before it could get any worse, it stopped.
Megatron opened his eyes.
"It didn't work. I had a feeling that this wouldn't work on this wretched species," Knockout shrugged. I opened my eyes and my vision was blurry.
"Oh well, it was worth a shot," Megatron got up.
"Now, my liege, allow me to return to my previous experimentation," Knockout picked up the needle once more.
"Proceed. I would like to watch as well," Megatron sneered.
Knockout stepped closer and closer towards me.
"This is going to hurt," he said, smiling an evil smile. And with that, he plunged the Syringe onto my bad shoulder and tears formed at the impact of the sharp needle on my wounded shoulder.
And then I felt it.
The pain.
The burn.
The burn was so intense I felt like every vein was on fire. I silently screamed as tears streamed down my cheeks, my body wracked with agony. It was as if my very life force was being consumed by the Energon, my cells screaming in protest as it coursed through my bloodstream.
The pain coursed throughout my entire body, a searing, blazing fire that seemed to incinerate every nerve ending. I felt like I was being slowly roasted alive, my skin crawling with the intensity of the burn.
My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a jackhammer, as if trying to escape the torment that had taken over my body.
Every second felt like an eternity, the agony stretching out into an endless expanse of suffering.
I was trapped in a living nightmare, unable to escape the hellish torment that had been unleashed within me. The Energon was a merciless torturer, relentless in its assault on my body and mind.
I thought I would go mad from the pain, my sanity hanging by a thread as I struggled to maintain consciousness. But even the darkness of unconsciousness seemed to elude me, the agony pinning me to the table like a butterfly on a specimen board. I was at the mercy of Knockout's twisted experiment, a helpless pawn in his sadistic game of scientific curiosity.
Then, the pain subsided as everything went dark.
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I opened my eyes, feeling a chill run down my spine. Where was I? The memories came flooding back, and I gasped for air as I recalled the events that had led me here.
I looked around, but there was only darkness. It was as if I was floating in an endless void. Then, a voice spoke out of the shadows. "Come forward, child." I tried to move, but my body felt weightless, suspended in mid-air. A bright blue light appeared before me, and I shielded my eyes.
When I opened them again, a figure stood before me. He was a Cybertronian, with a white and blue body and a long beard. I was taken aback, but he spoke in a gentle tone. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Wait. I gasped.
I could talk! My hands flew to my mouth.
The Cybertronian smiled. "Unbelievable, I know. You are currently receiving this message from me. This relic, the Energon Resonance Key, is a powerful artifact from the Iacon Hall of Records. I have sent many such relics to Earth for the Autobots to find, and you, child, are the chosen one."
I was stunned. "What do you mean?" I stammered.
"The key is necessary for the survival of your planet," he explained. "And only you can use it. The Energon injected into you allows me to communicate with you. I will help you survive."
I felt a surge of despair. "But I don't want to survive," I exclaimed, tears streaming down my face. "My life has been a living hell, caught in a war that's not mine. I just want the suffering to end."
His voice was sympathetic, but firm. "Not everyone is destined for a normal life, child. Your survival is crucial for your species. Let me tell you a story. Once, in the city of Iacon, there was a young bot named Orion Pax. He was ordinary, like you, until he met Megatronus and spoke bravely before the high council."
I wiped away my tears, intrigued. "Who's Orion Pax?"
"Orion Pax became Optimus Prime, the legendary leader of the Autobots. He was once like you, unwilling to get involved in the war, but he rose to the challenge and became a hero."
I felt a spark of determination ignite within me. If Orion Pax could do it, so could I. "Fine, I'll do it," I said, resignation giving way to resolve. "But who are you?"
"Alpha Trion. My name, is Alpha Trion."
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A
/N: also guys, I'm sorry this chapter was quite short and the last part just went straight to the main point. I was writing this five mins before school started so I had to kinda rush.