A new week begins, being Monday to be exact. I am treated just as I used to be, as awful as it used to be. The only difference now is that I have a drone that stands in front of my door constantly. I've noticed that two of them switch places from time to time as well, talking with one another as they do so in a language I couldn't begin to comprehend.
Oh, and I've been given another Decepticon symbol to carry with me at all times. It's not a necklace, however. It was actually stamped onto my skin, no, not my metal skin, my human, fleshy skin.
It burned. During the process of getting it, it reminded me of a tattoo in sorts. But the liquid to stamp it onto me could never, ever, be washed away or lasered off. I was forced to watch the entire thing play out, and I could see the stamp actually beginning to embed under my skin. The color slowly formed into a dark purple, and it burned.
But not just physically, mentally as well. I could feel them forcing me into the Decepticon ranks. I wasn't given a choice, they didn't ask how I felt, and they didn't care when I screamed in pain as they did it.
Although the 'con that gave it to me did seem to care when I cried those few tears. His name was Jar, and was one of the mini - cons they 'cons created. He was about my height, with his body being quite slim compared to mine -only being about an inch wide.
He winced at my screams, and his eyes were filled with sympathy. Not that I cared. He was still a Decepticon in my eyes, and nothing can change that bright colored insignia he had implanted on his metal.
But now that's all anyone else could see as me, too. I am a Decepticon now, and I have to live with it.
No serum and reverse what was done this time.
Knockout did ask what happened to the metal that was on parts of my skin, though. The parts that disappeared after I injected my serum into my blood. My face is no longer covered in it, and it is flesh once again. But the Decepticons weren't supposed to see that.
"It wore off, I guess." Was what I replied to them. They didn't say anything else, but just gave me a confused glare before getting back to work.
Megatron is always glaring, though. And I think he could use a nickname because of it.
Hmm, I wonder what that could be.
Starscream is known as "Screamer" because of his whineness. Knockout, or as I call him, is "Doc knock" Because he is the doctor and the word knock is in his name. The drones are just... well, called morons. Because they are always getting into fights and are just really, really dumb. Painfully dumb, actually. But Megatron... I have yet to find a name for him.
I'm afraid of what is to come in my future, though. I know the experiments will continue and that they will get worse. That I knew off the bat, but what else is to come? They already labeled and imprisoned me. I'm human. This is not what I should get.
We all deserve to live, and this isn't living. This is just surviving.
I will find another way to escape. It might not be today, tomorrow, next week or anytime soon. But I will find a way out, and it will be before I die.
***
"Take a seat," Knockout says after setting me down on the table.
I woke up to banging on my door. But not for them to be waking me up and telling me it's time to go. No, it was because two of the drones got in a fight. I had to suffer and hear them whine and complain until finally someone broke it off. And that was only because it was time for my surgery.
I sit cross legged with my arms across my chest, huffing as I look to the side, avoiding any eye contact with Doc knock.
"Oh cheer up. You only have 67 experiments to go." Knockout smirks.
"I can't wait for your experiment..." I sneer.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, doc Knock."
He growls, turning back to his table and comming for Jar to come to the med-bay. In return, he arrives swiftly, running as fast as his stubby legs can carry him all the way up the table -which he didn't have a problem doing even considering his size.
"And how are you today, Kira?" Jar asks with a smile on his face.
I swear he is going to be my pet one day...
"I'm terrible, thanks for asking." I scrunch up my nose.
Knockout then holds out his palm with a large needle it the middle of it, along with a few by it's side and a small little bottle filled with a blue liquid. Jar takes it in his hands and dips the needle into the liquid, glancing at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry for this..." He says, just as he holds the needle up and jabs it into my leg.
I scream.
I bit my lip, holding back the food I had earlier from coming up. A warm fluid drips down my lip, and I bite down harder, and harder, only to gasp in pain. I then bend over and vomit up any fluids that were in my stomach, a mix of blood going along with it. "Stop!" I try and cry out, but it end up in a croak.
Not again, not again, not again, I whimper to myself as I lie back onto the hard metal, curling up into a fetal position once the needle was taken out.
My face burns, a gray slate of metal forming on top of my skin, erasing the skin entirely. I can see it just down the bridge of my nose, and the metal still goes on to the other side. But before the metal reaches my entire face, it end. Right at the top of my eyebrows. My leg does the same, and my left thigh and calf are now covered.
Once the pain begins to cease, I take my fingers and run them against my face, feeling the metal that is in place of skin. Tears form in my eyes, and I sob, crying out all my pain and sorrow.
I don't want to be like this again.
When Jar comes up beside me with a second needle, a glare daggers at him, slowly standing to my feet and knocking the needle out of his hand, lifting my feet and then slamming my left foot into his abdomen. He goes flying backwards, until smashing into the wall behind him.
"I'm done you filthy piece of scrap metal!"
I stand there, fuming, until I hear a sigh, and a slight chuckle coming from behind me.
"Good." Megatron rubs his hands together.
"What was that?!" I shout.
"Good job, Kira. You will make a fine Decepticon one day." His lips curl into a smirk, as he narrows his red optics and leans closer to my face.
"And when that day comes, I'll be sure to overrule you," I taunt, leaning closer to him as well.
He huffs, a puff of smoke blowing out of his ears as he stands to his full height. "The experiment will be done today. Continue again tomorrow."
"That wasn't fun." Jar groans, rubbing his temple.
I hiss at him, and he backs away.
Knockout nods, bowing at Megatron, and the warlord leaves the room. The door opens and closes before Knockout turns to me.
"I guess that will be all for today. You are free to go."
I stutter back to my room -while Jar follows close behind.
"Why are you following me?" I ask.
"To make sure you are okay." He replies with a smile.
"And why do you care? You're just a pathetic Decepticon who doesn't have a soul."
"You can speak for the other guys kid! I'm different for all you know," Jar sighs, crossing his arms and stopping in his tracks.
"Fine." I snit, tapping my foot against the floor waiting for him to say something else.
I huff as he doesn't say anything else and turn to walk back to my cell.
I finally make my way there and just as I go to shut my door behind me, I see Jar rolling up.
"I'm fine. No need to follow me anymore."
He glances around the room in silence.
I sigh, stepping towards him. I slowly reach up and pet the top of his head. "I'll allow you to live, little guy."
"Yes! I knew your plan was to kill all these monsters! I knew it!"
"You knew about that?"
"Well... I just figured anyway."
"You guessed correctly." I smirk, shutting the door and lying on my bed.