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Oc x Soundwave

~Enjoy

Ch. 1; Lay It Down

Elise tightened her grip around each handle of her cycle; taking quick realization that her breaks were no longer functioning as they should be. A desiccate feeling emerged in the back of her throat, causing her to lick her lips in hopes of putting off her fear-caused thirst. There was simply one way out of her shitty predicament without destroying all of her attached belongings; crash the bike. Of course there was nothing within six miles of the blazed desert to legitimately crash into, as her shit-luck had permitted, so another plan had to come into play.

The brunette hugged her pink duffel bag closer into her chest, suddenly regretting the fact that she hadn't bought a helmet with the small amount of cash she'd had left back in Reno. Her muscles tensed, loosening slightly just before making a swift turn and laying down the bike in the most careful way possible. She couldn't tell whether or not she'd broken her arm of leg, but something snapped beneath the weight of her motorcycle.

She tumbled yards deeper into the dust devil of noises and sharp objects that impaired her senses to operate. Dirt accumulated everywhere, blocking her vision just before Elise and her Harley Sportster xl1200c fell twenty feet into a rocky canyon-like hole. Her back slammed into numerous boxes, slicing several important limbs and forcing metal corners into her sun-damaged skin. After numerous tumbles against what she could only piece together as boxes; the biker hit the ground…hard…as if the accident would have gone any smoother.

She could only grunt in pain for several minutes, attempting to focus on the sky rather than anything else. It was a clear day with little clouds; not surprising since Nevada had merely desert to offer. The heat stung her skin as it had any other day, seeming to shine more vibrantly in the sun than in the shade, and she could only continue to wonder how the fuck she missed a giant fucking hole only yards from where she'd decided to lay her bike down. The fact that her breaks didn't work was surprising enough, but not seeing a huge-ass hole? Maybe she had needed glasses like her brother.

She managed to move her left arm to her waist, feeling the presence of her first duffel bag and clamping her fingers around it as a test. Thankfully her writing hand worked fine, but the searing pain throbbing through her left leg seemed to put a deeper frown onto her face. Elise pressed her lips together, biting the bottom one out of sheer pain as she flipped onto her stomach and inched closer to her second duffel bag, somehow knowing where it had landed after falling from the front of her ride.

Hazel eyes went wide at the sight of numerous crates, all huge and glowing blue through small slits in the side as if some toxic chemical. She swallowed hard at the thought of landing dead center into one of Area 51's weird-ass holding cells filled to the brim with alien shit. She had enough run-ins with her former stomping-ground; being tech-support for alien trackers and being constantly watched after her resignation was interesting enough. Not only that, but she was riding in an army weaponry-test zone…which was…well, illegal and more importantly…fucking dangerous as hell.

Her somewhat sarcastic laugh was caught painfully in the back of her throat just before she crawled around one of the fallen boxes, realizing it was beyond too big for her to move aside. A decent amount of blood tainted its top metal corner, making her realize that a pretty large gash was more than likely decorating her already 'blemished' back. No, she wasn't afraid…she was raised to not be afraid. Being afraid led to weakness, and weakness led to a short-lived life, as her father had said. A man of the military…a loyal and respected man who raised both his children the best he could after the loss of his wife in Pakistan. She recalled how he'd made her and her brother promise to never join the army at will just as she grasped the handle of her second bag meekly.

She looked up while taking notice to how her bike was barely scratched or damaged, unlike herself. Of course her ride was okay and she completely immobile, but things had to have some form of a bright side. Elise set her forehead against the dirt as she rested, regaining her focus in order to continue pressing forward. She forced open her eyes at a moreover mechanical sound. Finding a transparent-yellow wall separating her from her bike and shattered sunglasses.

Damn fate. Damn the Pentagon. And Damn whatever the fuck Area 51 was currently pulling off at the moment. A sense of fear clouded her thoughts as she was lifted into the air, the clear yellow flooring being the only thing holding her up. She shook…she was taught to see fear as a simple hindrance, yet her fear of heights…flying…it made her freeze as if a deer in headlights.

"No…no, no, no…take me back down." Her heavy breathing caused her to twitch just before she felt some kind of wetness against her arm. She shifted uncomfortably while hyperventilating, finding herself covered in a red substance, one she knew of all too well. Blood; dripping out of her side grossly and causing her to register pain from the sight of the wound sliced into her abdomen. Elise's mind caved in from panic and pain, forcing the girl into a state of unconsciousness just as she was lifted into a ship.

~End Chapter One

Okay, so how do you like so far? I know it's excruciatingly short, but I sort-of planned it that way. Huh, go figure.

Fucking plot bunnies are killing me btw…I have over six fics to complete! How irresponsible of me :P

Anyway, I'm a huge fan of TFP…and a huge fan of that sexy-ass Soundwave. I fell in love the first time he appeared on screen. (yea, I know...I'm fucking weird.) So, in response to my unwavering and loyal love…I have made a SoundwavexOc fanfic. Now I warn you…all four of you readers, lol, this is my first Transformers story…so sorry if I get things wrong or use incorrect context and shit like that.

Please let me know if I screw shit up so I can fix it :3 Love you all!

Oh…and;

Suck on it Michael Bay….you kill my Soundwave…I kill you. Take that as a non-legit I wish it could be legit. :c

Review for a creep? c;