JML Ranch: Howdy! Oy, it has been a while since I posted something on here...
Gunstorm Prime: Didn't know you had a Fan Fiction account...
JML Ranch: This is one of my new OCs, Gunstorm Prime. If you want to know more about her, she's on my DeviantArt account. Link is in my bio.
Gunstorm Prime: Howdy!
Optimus Prime (Movieverse): Hey JML! Been a while, eh?
Optimus Prime (TFP): Welcome back.
JML Ranch: ...How did two versions of Optimus Prime end up in the same room as me?
Optimus Prime (TFP): I ended up here due to a... Groundbridge malfunction...
JML Ranch: Ah. Well, that's understandable. You're more than welcome to stay however long you need to. Gunny, would you do the disclaimers and warnings?
Gunstorm Prime: Certainly! Alright, listen up. JML Ranch does not own Transformers, and the warnings are for strong content.
JML Ranch: Thank you! Oh, and Gunstorm is a 'she', not a 'he'. Just clearing up any confusions!
Optimus Prime (TFP & Movieverse): ... *TFP OP staring at Gunstorm*
Gunstorm Prime: *notices TFP OP staring at her and raises an optic ridge at him suggestively* Like what ya see?
Optimus Prime (TFP): *processor pops* *collapses onto floor*
JML Ranch: You naughty femme! *howls with laughter* Don't worry folks, he'll be alright.
Gunstorm Prime: I just was merely feeling a bit mischievous. Ok, that's enough chitchat, here's the first chapter!
Thoughts
"Normal Speech"
"Take him to the brig," Megatron ordered the Vehicons, looking at the prisoner with disgust. The poor mech was dragged away, his injuries making it difficult to stand. Megatron turned around, standing on the bridge of the warship.
Down in the brig, the prisoners looked out of their cells, watching the latest arrival get shoved roughly into a cell. A few prisoners flinched at the loud noise when the cell door slammed shut. The Vehicons left the brig, silence blanketing the hall. No one dared to break the silence in fear of getting a sound beating.
At the far end of the hall that ran the entire length of the Decepticon warship, there was a single cell door. If someone were to look in, they would only see a dark outline. The figure was standing up with its servos chained above and away from its frame, a sure sign that whoever was in there was deadly.
There were rumors among the Decepticon ranks about who it could be. Some speculated that it was one of Shockwave's experiments gone awry; others thought it was a souniver from another world. No one would have guessed who it really was. He- rather, she- was from Cybertron, but wasn't born there. Her life all began on an organic planet called Earth. She once had been a human.
(?'s POV)
Why is this happening to me?
What did I do to deserve this?
How long will I remain here? It's been so long since I've been free…
Freedom…I thought that freedom was the right of all sentient beings. I guess it can be taken away for evil crimes, but to take an innocent beings' freedom away? That ain't right… Oh how I long to be free…to be able to move under my own will…make my own choices…
My thoughts were cut short by footsteps echoing in the hall. I did not move a single millimeter, knowing what was coming and steeling myself for it. The door opened to reveal Starscream, Megatron's shrewd second-in-command. I stared at the floor, accepting whatever torture he had planned for me.
"Still not giving up? My, my, you are a tough femme. I'm shocked you're still online. You should been dead long ago, but somehow…" he sauntered into the room, a sadistic grin on his faceplates. "Somehow, you managed to beat the odds. What is it that makes you so special?"
I didn't reply because if I did, he would have backhanded me hard. He only laughed at my silence, pulling out a flail from his subspace.
"Good femme, staying silent like you should be," he purred seductively. "Now…Are you going to take your punishment like a good one? Or will I have to take more drastic measures?"
CRACK!
I barely flinched when the first blow landed on my back, processor numb from the constant pain I was forced to endure. All I could do was stare at the floor in front of me as blow upon blow landed. After a spell, Starscream quit flailing me and moved on to another torture. He pulled out a small vital of some caustic chemical that I knew would cause major agony. Today was one of those 'how much pain can he put me in before he's finished' kind of days.
Without warning, he poured the chemical on me. I did not make a sound, nor did I flinch. But I could feel the chemical eating away at the metal, and that is one of the most painful things to have to endure. I stood there, completely helpless as Starscream tortured me.
After a while, he left the cell, locking the door. It was only then that did I let my tears of pain out. Fresh Energon tricked down my stabilizing servos, mixing with the old Energon on the floor. A piece of white armor indicated that my wings no longer had protection.
Why me? I pleaded internally, hoping that Primus heard my silent cries for help. If you knew this was going to happen to me, why did you choose me to be a Prime? I bowed my helm in shame, for I felt like I did not deserve to be a Prime anymore. Before long, I was in a light recharge, exhausted from the pain and starvation. The last thought I had was I don't know if I want to live anymore… I have nothing left.
AN: This is my first time writing something like this. I may or may not keep this going. If you REALLY want me to keep going, just let me know! :)
Y'all know the drill, I ain't gonna remind everyone.
Until next time, this is JML Ranch transforming and rolling out!