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Prologue.
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"I don't want to say I was living, because I barely surviving."
- Barbara Amaya
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Leaving the Well was something Cybertronians never forgot.
It was their first glimpse into their world, a grand, spectacular moment where everything was new and brilliant and sensory overload was indeed, a possibility.
For some, their journey would land them somewhere within the caste system. As a laborer, clerk, artist. Something.
For others, their journey would be halted by a friendly smile, and an abuse of trust.
I was one of many to be "re-directed" as the Council puts it. One of thousands. Tens of thousands, over the ages. I still wake up in the dead of night, trembling, overheating, barely getting small breaths in and out of my system. It pains, and haunts me to know that so many suffered the way I did.
I can still remember where I was taken, before being knocked into stasis. It was a small area, just off the edge of Tarn. There were these box things, and when I saw them, I knew what was going to happen. I yanked my arm out of his grip, and ran back towards the Well, but I was hit so fast it was like falling into darkness.
I woke up with cuffs on my arms, squished between a mech and another femme, who both had these metallic, silver sheets over their mouths. I can still remember the mech. He was shoulder height, with white armor and yellow accents. He had blue optics, with a ring of white for a pupil. We made optic contact once, and he refused to look at me again.
The femme was smaller, elbow height. She was pale blue, and had solid yellow optics. She had tear tracks down her cheeks, and was trembling so hard that she made a clink clink clink noise.
Squished between them, I could feel all of our sparks pounding. The femmes spark was fast, like a quick vibration alert. v.
The mech's spark was strong, and pounded so hard I could feel the vibration bleeding into the crate we were squished into. I could tell we were hooked up to an altmode, and rolling along some highway.
Although I could speak, I hadn't a clue about what to say. And I was too scared to even breath. I felt like I was trying to swallow a marble.
Soon, all we heard was the sound of the mechs who caught us chattering, pounding sparks, labored breathing, and the clink clink clink of the femme's shaking frame.
I felt a liquid dribble down my neck, and realized that swing that took me down earlier, had left a wound. A deep one, just along the back of my helm.
The crate rattled, and we stopped.
We were each yanked up, and rushed into the darkness of a building filled with neon lights and booming music. I stumbled, fell to my knees, and one of the more impatient mechs grabbed me by the neck and and dragged me. I was being choked, and began coughing and spluttering. Eventually my vision swam, and the music faded.
My spark had gone into shock, and I nearly died before my first cube of energon.