I own nothing. Maverick is mine though.

Misery

I had been a human once, as strange as it was to believe. I looked down at my new body, feeling shame and disgust upon seeing the new marks on my purple and yellow body.

I look down at the back of my new metal hand where the Decepticon insignia is. Exactly where it had been when I had been a human pet. When someone sees this, they think enemy, or soldier. I think slave.

I had never wanted this, to be forced to be a pet, forced into a new body, and forced as the old one was destroyed before my very eyes-optics.

Before, I had been happy. I had two parents who loved me, and an annoying younger brother. Now though, I can't go back, I can never go back. Before, I had been a teenage boy, now I'm an adult mech. Before, I had been a regular teenager, now I'm just a slave, to be used and discarded like trash when finished with me.

"At least you're pretty." They'd all say when they were through with me. I had grown to hate them as I had grown to hate myself for allowing myself to be degraded to this.

A cold hatred filled my spark-what had been my heart. I hated none of them more than him. The one who started all of this. The one who kidnapped me and made me his pet, the one who forced me to watch as my old body had been destroyed. As if to add insult to injury, he had been the first one to use me. Though the worst part was when he didn't-he never does actually-discard me like trash. Instead, he would hold me close and whisper with such tender, and sweet, endearing words…

…That it made me want to purge.

At least with the other 'Cons they just toke what they wanted. There was no cuddling, or sweet words, I was just cold relief for them.

Even now as he ran a hand across my cheek plate, I wanted to shudder in disgust and revulsion. "I love you, Ricky." He said, his purple optics boring desperately into my own light blue.

I wanted t punch him for using my nickname. Instead I settled for an insult. "I hate you to, racer reject." I spat.

His optics darkened as he climbed back on top of me. "It seems I have to once again show you how much I love you." He hissed darkly.

'If he really loved me, he wouldn't have done any of this.'

I didn't scream, I never screamed, especially not for him. He had taken everything from me, my life, my body, my first time. But he couldn't take the one thing he always wanted from me, my love, no matter how much he tried.

He could say, "I love you, Ricky," as many times as he wanted to, but it wouldn't be true. I would always hate and be disgusted by him. And the sad thing is, he knew it too.

After he is finished, he looks over the newer yellow marks on my purple paint and promises to be gentler next time. I keep myself from snorting at the blatant lie. As he one again holds me close, very much like a lover, he again tells me he loves me before shuttering his optics and falling into recharge.

I'd limp back to my own quarters, only my quarters were on the other side of the base, and I was in no mood to get jumped. Besides, the grip he has on me says I wouldn't be going anywhere anyway.

I try to ignore the aching in my metallic bod as I let myself have one more dark thought before I slip into recharge.

'I'm going to get out of here someday…even if it kills me.'

This the first in my Hope Series where Maverick's life as a mech starts. The next story will be a two-shot showing a more detailed version of this and Maverick acting on his vow.