I wake suddenly to a blood curdling scream coming from the hallway, and I quickly scramble to my feet, rushing to my door. But once I try turning the door handle, I find it locked from the outside.
I scream, as frustrated as could be. I kick the door in anger, before pounding at the metal surface. "What's going on?!" I shout with rage.
"Oh, I'm sure you would love to know." Megatron's voice echos in my ear, sounding like it was coming from behind me.
I twist around, gasping at the projection glowing on my wall. It was of a video. A video of Jar.
Jar was being threatened by Knockout and a few other drones, and they were very, very angry. They shouted things I could make out, but I know for sure I heard my name being said. With that, Jar cowers away in a corner, while the 'cons continue walking towards him.
"Please spare me... Have mercy!" The mini-con pleads, covering his face with his arms.
"Not a chance, traitor," once of the drones snits, charging the blaster located on his arm.
"No!" I cry out, tears sliding down my cheeks.
He was my only friend...
The con then shoots at the mini bot, smirking at the sight as Jar's body crumbles and rusts, falling to the ground. Knockout slaps his hands together, turning around the scene while hiding away his weapons. He smiles, walking away from the scene. Although, a few drones remain, one of them walking towards the rusted body, picking it up with caution and tossing it to his friend beside of him. They begin to play with it, tossing back and forth, chuckling as they did so.
I slump to my knees, covering my face with my hands, holding back screams.
But that's when I remember the Decepticon's don't care about me. So I let myself scream, and I scream until I just can't anymore.
***
A knock sounds at my door. I stand to my feet, my legs wobbling with me and making it hard to reach the door. But I go one, and I open the sliding door, it creaking with the slightest movement.
I glance up to see Megatron standing in front of me, and, of course, he has a grin on his face.
I growl at him. "What do you want?"
His grin twists into a frown, and soon, into a glare. "It's time for your next test, Experiment," he says with disgust.
"I kinda guessed..." I sigh, shrugging my shoulders and stepping out, sliding the door shut as I do.
He lowers his hand, ushering for me to stand on it.
I roll my eyes, huffing and looking to the side as I cross my arms. "I can walk, thank you."
He only smirks, staring down at me. "Suit yourself. Be at the med-bay in 5 minutes," he pauses. "No later. I don't believe I need to tell you your punishment otherwise, do I?"
I shoot him a glare, and he walks off, disappearing behind a hallway wall.
I jump into a running position and dash off, knowing for certain I need to be at the med-bay now. Or in five minutes. I don't want to make the mistake of being late again, and I shiver at the thought.
Breathing in sharply, my lungs burning and screaming for me to stop, but I force my legs to continue on.
I hear clock bells ringing in my ears. They are imaginary, but I can just tell I might be late... Time is not on my side.
When I see the med-bay door just twenty feet ahead, and I smile, slowing down in the slightest, but still quick enough to reach there in time.
I make it.
"Ah, there you are. And to think, you were almost late." Knockout says. "After Jar's death, I had to create another mini-con drone to do your experiments. This time, of course, I made sure to create it without emotions. Just for you, Kira."
I sigh. "Okay."
The medic frowns. "That's all? Not a rude comeback or anything? How boring."
I only smirk internally. And I step onto Knockout's hand he placed on the ground for me, and he lifts it up next to the desk, and I jump off. I take a seat, sitting cross legged, awaiting today's torture.
Before Knockout could bet out his new creation of the mini-bot, Starscream walks into the room. He had scratches and dents all over him, and he is whimpering with every step.
"Man, Starscream, what did you do to yourself this time?" I chuckle.
He shoots me a glare, but returns his gaze to Knockout. "Can you patch me up? Quickly."
Don Knock ushers his to come forward, and he does so.
"What happened this time?" He asks, examining all of his wounds.
"Nothing of importance." Starscream huffs, looking away, ignoring Knockout.
I laugh at his incompetence. Starscream is such an idiot. I almost feel bad for the Decepticon. He doesn't know any better! He's just like a human child. Pathetic.
"I don't know what you are laughing at, Human. Your experiments are far more worse than anything that has been done to me." Starscream chuckles.
"You deserve what's coming for you, Screamer," I growl, and he stares at me quizzically.
"What-"
"Nothing of importance." I smile sweetly, tilting my head to the side.
And as Knockout continues to bandage him up, I am lost in thought. I glance at my arm, recalling the tracker the Autobots embedded into my arm. I sorta disabled it, I think. But maybe I can convince the Decepticons to extract if from me. Maybe then I could escape.
I'd have to really think this through, though.
Once Starscream had left, I finally made eye contact with Knockout, a smile on my face.
He frowns. "What are you smiling about?"
"I... I don't know," and before he could turn away from me, I began again. "Um, so before you guys caught me, the Autobots had captured me as well . . . and uh, they put a tracker in my arm," I held out my arm for him to see.
He gasps. "What?! You are saying they could be heading for us right now?!"
"No," I say, deadpan. "I managed to switch it off. . . but I noticed the Autobots technology is becoming a bit more advanced, and I'm afraid they might try and switch it back on to keep an eye on me."
"So you are asking me to extract it?"
"Precisely."
"You want us, the Decepticons, to do you a favor?" Knockout begins to chuckle, and just as he does so, Megatron walks into the room.
"Get rid of the tracker, Knockout. We can not risk the Autobots locating us."
"B-but- why?!"
He glares at him. "I-"
And I cut his off. "But the problem with taking it off would mean that the location would flash for a second, revealing where I am at. And you can't take it back, and nor can you keep it from doing so."
"And where do you propose we do this?"
"Well, they probably guess that I am at my base. Where you captured me at. Take me there and take it off, that way the Autobots won't question anything." I end as I shrug my shoulders.
"Will do. But do not think you can ask anymore favors, Kira." Megatron ends with a warning, staring straight at me.
I give him a thumbs up, and he nods, walking back out the door.
And then Knockout begins the experiments, along with his new bot he created. He didnt show any sympathy this time, and he didn't say his name or anything. He was emotionless.
The injections were worse this time, and I cried. Once they had been completed, I scrambled to my feet, crawling down the desk and limping the rest of the way to my room.
But that's when I remember what I did to that Autobot. I tested my serum on him. He must have felt the same pain I do. . . Did I make a mistake doing that?
He probably didn't even deserve that. He was probably one of the most loyal and caring of all the Autobots for all I know. And i killed him. I tortured him. And i watched as he screamed.
I shut my eyes tightly at the thought, trying to erase the memory from the data on my computerized brain. I opened them again with one last thought before it is gone.
I will destroy them for you, Autobot.
And I tricked those pathetic Decepticons to take me home. Where I can torture them, and I can kill them all. Once and for all.
This should be fun.