Authors Note: Okay, so I have decided to delete A Writer Who Can't Write in favor of a similar one with a slightly different background/plot. Prowl still ends up as Optimus' slave but in a different setting. Hope you all like it!
Helpful Information:
Prowl's Age- 15
Optimus' Age-18
Prowl's Lineage- Prowl is of the Provet Noble family who is sworn enemies with the Prime family and wishes to be left alone by them for they do not support slavery in their household. Prowl's father is an extremely strict mech who has trained his only son to, be in his mind, perfect. While his father believes he is molding his son to be a perfect ruler, he is truly abusive and Prowl, not knowing any better, thinks this is normal behavior. This does not stop him from longing for a new life though. Prowl has met Optimus once before and does not remember the encounter.
Optimus' Lineage- Optimus is of the Prime Noble family and while he believes that no other family should have to be slaves he keeps it to himself. He has once before met Prowl and has a strong dislike of the younger mech though Prowl does not remember him at all. Optimus believes that he is a selfish brat deserving of being taken down a peg or two. The Prime family believes in slavery strongly and anyone opposed to it should hold their tongue.
Ok! Onto the story!
A Struggle to Survive
Prologue
(Prowl's POV)
I wait until I hear the door to my chambers close before getting off the floor, wincing in pain.' I should not have back talked him' I chastise myself. 'He is right and I am wrong. That is how it has been and always will be. But did he have to hit my helm so hard?' I am dizzy as I stand so I go over to my favorite chair and sit until the room stops spinning. It takes a while. Why can I never do anything right? I just had to go off when I knew we had that important dinner and now I'll have to call in the doctor to fix the dents before I go.
There was nothing to do for it though so I got up and made my way to the communicator and called the medibots up. They came in without fuss, did their jobs, and left as soon as possible. They never talked. No one did because I was too wild and would only get them in trouble. I wish they would. All I had to talk to was father and he was defiantly not the joking type. I frowned as I walked down to the dining room. I was late which would mean another beating tonight as well. I prayed for something to distract my father from my tardiness. As I came to the door and was about to open it, trying to remember all the guests names, my world exploded into light and sound before going completely black.
Waking up from being blown across the room was hard and if it were not for all the noise I would have kept recharging. My world spun as I opened my optics and saw what was left of the room I was in. There were guards I did not recognize running around and grabbing mechs roughly. I thought for sure I saw my maid being dragged by her door wing across the room screaming. It scared me because I had never seen her cry before. A horrible pain came from the upper left part of my back. I looked up and saw one of the strange guards had me by my door wing as well. Too stunned to even cry out I was dragged over to a large red mech. He smiled a terrifying smile.
"Welcome to the Pit slave 24601." He stated.
This time, I did scream.
Authors Note: Just a little teaser to see what you guys think. Please give me feedback or I don't get new ideas. Thanks!