Stop And Stare. Rollercosters and assassins.
A/N: Hello all, It's ThemSoundWaves. This is basically a re-do of My first fanfiction, is there more. I went back and read it, and realized wow, I need to do this over again. It was quite the mess. Though some of you may be attached to Ashila, I decided to change her name. Simply because back then I had no creativity, and I decided to just spell my name backwords and roll with it. Plus, it's a pain to spell, and I find it increasingly annoying to have to back paddle my name. So yeah.
I've finally decided to get back into writing, I realized I've taken a long enough break. My other stories are on hold, this one is what I'll be focusing on.
It was unlike him to be traveling outside the Nemisis. Other then being on duty or randomly shipped off to Primus-knows-where to do whatever the frag Lord Megatron required him to do.
Truth was, Soundwave needed a break. A long, relaxing, noiseless break from Megatron and Starscreams constant ranting and raving about how obsessed Megatron is with Optimus Prime. How Megatron was 'unfit' to be leader of the decepticons in Starscreams optics. To Soundwave the duo sounded an awful lot like two siblings arguing over who could 'rule' the new room in the house they just moved into. Yes.. Puny, its okay to laugh.
Between the bickering and the screeching, it seemed poor Soundwave couldn't find a single room in the Nemisis where the two wouldn't be. It almost felt like they'd follow him around just to have a witness to their fighting. It distracted him quite a bit from his seemingly meaningless tap tap tapping away at the computer. When the two were around he could hardly accomplish a few lines of nonsense, and if he did manage to get some time alone, he looked back on said lines and wondered what the frack he was doing. Too distracted to write coherently- writing down every word the two mechs shared instead of the reports he SHOULD have been doing. Soundwave was a very keen listener, His world revolved around it.
So here he was, in the middle of some desert, walking around looking as if he owned the place. It was quiet here, and bright. The sun sparkled off the sand, glinting off his armor. He leaned with his servos to his back in a seemingly uncharacteristic show of stretching his aching backstruts. It was an ache that developed from standing straight, and in place for so long.
Venting as a nasty pop came from those struts, relief spread through his frame. He let his servos drop back to his sides, looking up to the one sun that shined over the planet.
Soundwave didn't mind it here, it was certainly a better view then cybertron is~was, it was worse now. The mech didn't even want to think about his destroyed home. The desert of Nevada was particularly barren, not a soul for miles. Soundwave found himself a rock to seat his aft on. The darkness of his armor attracting the suns heat, it was a good thing cybertronians didn't sweat- but they still could feel the tempatures.
Minutes that felt like hours passed by, each second he spent out here In the scenery, was another second of releif and relaxation. But Soundwave grew increasingly bored of the sandy scene before him, with a long over due, tired sigh, Soundwave stood up from his rock and began walking, getting back into his normal strut as he crossed the huge desert. He watched as birds passed him by. He stopped to watch a certain noisy crow peck away at a dead tree as if something important lay dormant inside, his servo coming up to where his own cassette rested peacefully in recharge.
A low growl of an engine caused the silent mech to look up from Lazerbeak, he turned on his scanners to make sure no autobots were in the area, Then ducked behind a large rock and waited. The vehicle was non-satinet, four organic's riding within, if his sensors were correct.
A large jeep skidded to a messy stop near a small jagged mountian base, The front door swung open, and man with dark brown hair and a scowl dominating his lips stepped out, another man, with bleach blond hair and tan skin looking slightly younger then the brown haired man jumped from the passenger side. He threw open the back door to reveal the other two organic's. A long black haired mech with greedy looking brown eyes. There was a small thing struggling in his grip~ a femme, or woman, as humans called them. She had short white hair, she was wearing shorts with a black teeshirt.
"Let me go you bitch-head!" The woman cried out kicking at the black haired man with vigor, Soundwave could see the fear all over her small body. The black haired man was prepared however, pushing on the the girls back with enough force for her to stumble, face planting into the tan/red sand. She grunted as she hit.
Soundwave cocked an optic ridge under his mask as he watched, the femme struggling beneath the mans chest while the other two held her down.
"I gave you your stupid money- now let. Me. Go!" The man before her didn't faultier, simply clocking the femme hard in the face with his fist, red organic life-blood trickling from her now ruptured lips.
"The deal was three fifty, ya only gave us three hundred by the dead-line, ya're fifty short." He told her. From a distance Soundwave studied this man, he wore a wifebeater, which seamed appropriate for the situation.
The girl snarled and glared at the offending male, her eyes shooting daggers into the mans head.
"Fifty-fucking-dollers Whoo-FUCKING-DO! It's only-"She was cut off as another harsh punch rendered her speechless, she worked her jaw, setting it in place before scowling. She was defiantly stronger then she looked.
Soundwave crouched lower, he'd seen acts of violence like this on cybertron. He knew it was wrong. And he knew what it meant. Even Starscream wouldn't stoop so low as to force himself upon another, finally having enough after the forth nasty kick to the girls stomach, Soundwave turned away from the scene, intending on leaving humans to their nature, when a energon-curling scream made him pause and look behind him.
The black haired man had stabbed a knife into the femmes lower stomach, demanding to be given the last of the money. The girl screamed and kicked as blood pooled on both sides of the knife.
Deciding he would intervene... Just this once, Soundwave searched his processor for an addition he had not yet used, nor did he ever think he would use. Transforming into his alt mode, Soundwave cut his engine and let the process complete.
Pain, oh god did it hurt, her stomach was burning with white pain as the knife dug deeper into her abdomen, it felt like someone was currently scorching her skin with a blow torch, she could even smell the burning skin...
Another scream ripped through her abused lungs as Connor dug the knife deeper into her already tearing flesh, her throat was raw and dry, she wanted to fight back, because the pain was to much to handle, she wanted to black out, go numb, hell dying even seemed like a good option at the moment.
Why didn't I just take the extra sixy bucks gramma wanted to give me!
She hollered into her mind as a few round of pain rippled through her like a wild title wave. The pressure on her arms from Dominique and Liam increased as her struggle to kick the man away enhanced, this was sick! Horrible! It was only fifty fucking dollers! Was he that greedy?
Before she could blink the pressure was gone.
She thought briefly that she had died, willing herself to be pulled into eternal darkness, no pain, no deals, no... Men, but her dreams were quickly shattered when she heard Connor holler.
"What the fuck man!"
The sound of dirt being kicked up and tussling men had the white haired girl glancing up from her spot on the ground, her blue eyes widened at the scene that greeted her through her hazy, pale eyes.
A man, looking in his thirties was holding his own against the trio, his face was covered by a long black scarf that reminded the girl of an assassin, a normal black hood was pulled up over his head, but the injured woman could still see the long black and purple hair that poked out from beneath.
The only way she could actually tell that this person was indeed male, was the muscles that hugged the tight black jacket of his arms, the baggy ripped up gangster jeans. Oh. And the way he repeatedly punched the hell out of her attackers.
The girl groaned as she attempted to sit up, only to groan as round of pain shot through her body, she clenched her teeth, nails digging into the sand, attempting to death-grip all her pain out on the little defenseless tan rocks that laid beneath her. The knife still imbedded in her stomach, instead of reaching for it and yanking out like she should have done, the girl simply let herself fall back down onto the sand, to weak to even try.
Her vision swam, her sight doubled as if she were going cross-eyed, she was becoming increasingly dizzy, feeling like she was on the roller coaster of her life that did endless twirls and dips that would make a merry-go-round dizzy.
But she could still feel pain, her thoughts wondered, why would she feel pain on a roller coaster? Weren't they suppose to be safe?
She closed her eyes, finally to naucious to keep them open, her eyelids felt like ten pound wights, now fully unable to reopen her eyes, the girl allowed herself to focus on what was going on around her, rather then the pain that still trembled within her.
She heard a few more grunts. Ones that she could label coming from the three men who had kidnapped her, but she heard no new noise. No new voice, whoever this man was, he was good at hiding his pain, unless he had not been injured, then she would have to give this mystery assassin a few credits, Connor and his followers were like a gang, they knew how to fight, they knew how to break someone. She would have to give her thanks to this hooded man when she was able... If she was able.
It seemed like hours until the noise finally died down, she heard the jeeps engine start, the grrzzzzt of the tires rolling through the sand as it fled. And when the roar of the engine died down, The girl was met with a very uncomfortable amount of...
...Silence.
She wondered if the mystery man had left her there to die, to slowly bleed out her lifeblood in whirl of pain, as of now, she couldn't feel her stomach, her entire lower half had gone numb, probably her body trying to protect herself, protect her heart, but hell, she was no doctor, she could be paralyzed for all she knew...
Afraid of the sudden thought, she wiggled her finger, eyes still closed.
Nope, she was good.
She was pried from her shabby job at a blind self diagnostic when she heard footsteps in the sand, the white haired girl tensed, praying to god that the Connor hadn't returned. But all thoughts were pushed away as she slowly opened her eyes to gaze upon the form of her savior assassin.
She squinted her eyes as the man knelt down, she could hardly see his eyes, although the sun was up, he was currently blocking it out, giving him a rather angelic aura... How funny, her guardian angel.
Although from the outline of the sun, she could still see a small strip of the mans' extremely pale face, but as she attempted to look further up, to get a look at his eyes, she was met with darkness.
The man reached a hand out and probed at her wound, she growled, her body flinching away from the touch. She allowed her head to fall back onto the ground, for some reason she felt safe in his presence, but she knew not to trust people like she had before.
Again, she was rudely interrupted from her thoughts when the knife that had been jammed into her intestines was suddenly yanked out full force, sending the girl into another round of a screaming fit, something warm was pressed to her wound, she had to admit, with the knife gone the pain was a lot more bearable.
She could feel what felt something like a kind of cloth wrap around the open wound on her stomach, Gentle hands wiped away the blood that caked her lower half, ruining her favorite shirt. She tried to get another look at her savior but her mind refused to agree, she felt herself start to shut down, her body slowly going numb everywhere as her body fought to keep her heart pumping, the numbness continued until she no longer felt inside her own body. With a sigh of relief, She allowed herself to be captured by the comforting darkness.
Soundwave watched the girls head fall back as she passed out from the pain, Organics… so fragile, their armor... too soft, a pin would make a mark on their skin, if he poked her hard enough, there was no doubt that his finger could go strait through.
Blinking his humanistic eyes, Soundwave felt his energy reserve lessen, using a holoform took a lot of energy, and he wouldn't have enough to carry her to a hospital, so he settled for second best. Allowing the holoform to sizzle away into nonexistence Soundwave restarted his UAV (Unmanned Aerial Vehicle) alt mode transforming into his bipedal from and reaching past his sleeping cassette into his chassis subspace, pulling out a small humanized part of his comm. Link. It was like a cellphone. Just a small communicator she could use to call for help.
Setting it down beside the human, Soundwave took a last look at the injured girl before transforming and speeding off towards the Nemisis. Hoping Lord Megatron and Starscream decided to take a break from bickering. He wouldn't dare tell them of his events, saving a human seamed like the last thing a decepticon would do. However, Soundwave wasn't sparkless, and this human femme looked too young to abandon. He'd did all he could do. The rest was up to her.
As he flew further from the scene, Soundwave wondered if he would ever see the woman again.
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