Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! The Transformers are the sole property of Hasbro, and I'm merely a bored person who has nothing better to do with my time…
Note: I decided to bring everyone that died in the movie…BACK TO LIFE. MUHAHAHAHA!
Seriously, the more characters you have the more fun it is. NO FLAMES PLEASE! I'm always open to constructive criticism/beta offers. But being rude is seriously not cool. If you think my fic is THAT bad, then just stop reading it.
Summary: An unfortunate girl gets crushed on the night of her Senior Prom. But as she storms off into the night, encounters a much bigger problem…in the form of a Decepticon. Will sparks fly, or heads roll?
Dedication: This is for my best friend, Kayla. She hates being mentioned in anything, especially fanfics. So when she told me how much she loved the movie Transformers, I knew I'd have to write this…
Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to those of you who reviewed so quickly! When I woke up this morning, I noticed that my first review had been posted not more than a couple hours after I put up my first chapter…and that makes me one VERY happy author.
Right now, I'm pretty sick…so I'll try to update my story regularly on an every other day basis. I like to wait a day or so to see what people think before pressing onwards with a story, and because I've gotten some nice feedback…I've decided to continue. Alrightie, I won't continue to bore you with my senseless ramblings. ON WITH THE STORY!
More Than Meets the Eye
Previously:
"Oh shit! Fuck! Crap!" she cursed as she ran. "Ohhhhhh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-"
She slammed into cold, hard, metal, but was rendered unconscious before she could hear it say, "What the-?"
The large robot stepped back to see what had just hit his leg, and let out a loud cackle of laughter. "Look!" he shouted as he picked up Kayla's inanimate form. "A meat puppet!"
"Give her here, Starscream!" Blackout extended his hand for the new toy, but Starscream ignored him; he held her arms above her head and lowered her feet until they touched the ground. Seeing what his comrade was about to do, he called out, "Everybody! Come look at this!"
The Decepticons crowded around Starscream, who at this point, made the unconscious human girl begin to dance to music he was humming under his breath. They erupted into peals of laughter as they watched him fail her arms spasmodically around in the air; the "dance" looked more like a seizure, but it was still highly amusing nonetheless. Finally, Blackout wrenched her out of Starscream's grasp, and began to make her dance again.
"This is actually entertaining!" he exclaimed as he jerked her limbs around. He placed one of her hands on her hip, and held the other one at shoulder level to make it seem as though she were talking. "Why hello! I'm a disgusting human!" he said in mock-human tones. The Decepticons roared with laughter at his impression, and encouraged him to continue. "I think I'll go mate with the next male to cross my path…and then maybe beat some homeless man for worthless pieces of paper!"
"Money, Blackout. It's called money."
Everyone's head swiveled to the source of the voice, and the mirth instantly died. Megatron was standing about fifty feet from their circle, and was finishing some last repairs on his optic.
"What are you worthless excuses for Decepticons doing?" he growled at them, searching each of their blank faces. His optics swung to Blackout, who was still grasping Kayla's arms. "Give her to me."
"Megatron, I was-"
"I SAID GIVE HER TO ME, YOU INSOLENT FOOL!" he roared as he thrust out his opened hand for the girl. A bit reluctantly, Blackout did as he was told; clearly, the fun was over. "This little wretch," he spat out. "Just shattered one of my optics! Why did none of you respond to my screams of pain?!"
"You see," began Barricade as he straightened up. "We were-"
"NO EXCUSES!" barked his infuriated leader as he waved the arm holding Kayla violently in the air. "Mark my words, if this EVER happens again…"
"It will not, Megatron!" yelled Starscream as he stepped between Megatron and Blackout. "We were idiots, we made a horrible mistake, and it will NEVER happen again! I swear by my own spark!"
His superior glared at the lot of them, and grumbled, "See that it doesn't." He picked up Kayla's abandoned rucksack, and ordered, "Back to base! I am sure by now those slagging Autobots have heard something, and the last thing I want is to have to deal with that spineless cretin Optimus Prime."
As Megatron transformed into his alien ship form, Blackout elbowed Starscream,"Liar. You are a liar, Starscream."
He simply ignored Blackout's comment, and instead, transformed into his alternate F-22 shape and blasted smoke right in his face.
"Bastard."
Megatron could see the Decepticon base; they were nearly back, and Kayla was still unconscious in the pilot's seat of his cockpit.
Or so he thought.
Without warning, he felt the glass over the cockpit shatter, and cursed as he heard the rocket boosters on the seat hiss to life. All at once, his followers radioed in that they'd seen her eject, and the frequencies were so thick with transmissions that he couldn't even think straight.
"Just get going!" he bellowed. "Get back to base, and set up a room with food for her! I will take care of this little nuisance!"
He watched as Starscream and Blackout flew ahead, and checked the ground to find that Barricade was also en route to the base before whipping back in the opposite direction and catching his captive back in his cockpit, much to her dismay.
"What the hell do you even want with me?!" she screamed at him over the roaring wind.
"You are my bribe, Kayla" Megatron informed her matter-of-factly. "When I find something that those slagging Autobots have…I will trade you for it. They love humans," he sneered at the notion. "And would trade anything for your safety. Until then…you will be our little guest at the base." He chuckled as a shiver went straight down her spine, despite her best efforts to appear unaffected by his words.
"You're a monster." The life and color seemed to drain from her face, as water would in cupped hands.
Another low rumble of laughter escaped him. "I try my best."
The remainder of their flight passed in silence; he could sense that Kayla was scared, but at the same time, she wasn't like the other humans he'd encountered. True, she wasn't exactly unfazed by him, but she was considerably braver than most. She hadn't completely broken down, and she actually fought back against him; his other captives would merely give up hope and wait to be exterminated. He vowed to break her, and oh, what an interesting game that would be. Soon enough, he landed in front of the base, booted his passenger roughly from the cockpit, and transformed back into his normal form.
Megatron not-so-gently picked up Kayla , who was groaning in pain, and told her with a grin,
"Welcome home, human."
As Megatron carried his captive down a maze of hallways, he explained a few rules to her.
"You are not allowed in the communications room, nor the board room, the mechanic's area, or the lab. You may not leave the base," Kayla stared blankly at him as he continued on. "And you may not have any communication with anyone on the outside."
She said nothing, but merely glared as he showed her her new quarters.
They were generously sized: a nice bedroom with a comfortable bed, a small kitchen, a fireplace, a table with several chairs, a dresser and vanity table, a shelf of books, and a small attached bathroom. Unfortunately, it was conjoined with Megatron's so he could check in whenever he deemed "necessary."
"These are your quarters," he opened the door and dropped her on the tile floor. Looking around, he saw that everything his new human could need was present, and for once, was semi-proud of his followers for doing a decent job at something. As he was about to leave, he turned to face Kayla one last time; he had finally had some entertaining company, and decided to be a little…ugh, he hated this word…nice. "And I…humbly…invite you to join me for drinks tonight."
This seemed to awaken some horror in her, because she screamed "I don't drink, you heathen!", and ran off to her bedroom.
Megatron stormed outside her doors, and roared "THAT IS NOT A REQUEST!", before he slammed them shut and locked them from the outside.
She must have heard the locks close, because in an instant, she had run back over to the doors, started wrenching on the handles, and had begun shouting at him.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" Kayla shrieked, her voice turning watery and cracking. "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME LOCKED UP IN HERE!" She started to beat on the door as hard as she possibly could "LET ME OOUUUTT!" Obviously, no response came from him, only fueling her fear and rage. "LET ME OOOOOUUUUUUT!"
He said nothing, and after practically glaring a hole right through the door, he stalked down the hall to drown away the day's events with some high-octane fuel.
By the time Megatron reached his intoxicating fuel, he already had a pounding headache. The entire way there, he'd listened to Kayla's piercing shrieks and wails…the noise was ungodly. The other Decepticons appeared shocked at first, but it soon wore off and turned to anger; the horrific cries continued on for what seemed like hours. And around five minutes ago, she'd begun sobbing. Finally, just as he'd started to pour his fuel…he snapped. He squeezed the bottle so firmly in his hand that it burst, sending shards of glass and expensive drink raining down upon the tile floor. Enough was enough, this had to stop NOW. He ran as fast as he could up the stairs and through the halls, each second of hearing the shuddering sobs spurring him to speed up. By the time he reached her quarters, he was so enraged that his hands were shaking; he fumbled with his ring of keys, unlocked the doors, and threw them open so savagely that they knocked gaping holes into the walls next to them.
"STOP IT!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "STOP THIS INFERNAL CRYING BEFORE I RIP OUT YOUR VOCAL CORDS!"
"I CAN'T!" Kayla choked out as she sat up on her bed. "MY LIFE IS OVER!"
"NO, IT IS NOT!" he threw the pillow she was clutching across the room. "BUT IT WILL BE IN A FEW MINUTES IF YOU DON'T STOP CRYING!" Obviously, this didn't have the desired affect, because she only began to sob harder; her voice was cracking and screeching, and it felt like invisible metal claws were scratching stone in Megatron's audio receptors. He roughly seized her, slammed her against the nearest wall, and brought his face so close to her own that they were touching.
"STOP CRYING! STOP IT BEFORE I KILL YOU!" At this point he was screaming so loudly that his vocal processors were cracking. He'd never been this frustrated and angry in his entire life; he'd never yelled like this before, his head was going to explode if he screamed even one tiny bit louder.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA!" Kayla looked on the brink of self-destruction, racking sobs ravaging her small body. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME! AND YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW TORN UP I AM INSIDE!" He opened his mouth to retaliate, but could find no words to match those of his prisoner. "I FEEL SO HOPELESS, BETRAYED, AND HEARTBROKEN THAT I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF!"
Megatron looked at her: she'd stopped shouting, and dissolved into spark-wrenching tears. Her entire face was swollen and dark red from the many tears she'd shed over the last half hour, her eyes were reduced to tiny slits. He gazed into them saw torture, desperation, heartbreak, fear…her irises were a beautiful blue-green color he could never recall seeing before, surrounded by red, bloodshot eyes.
"I will never make any progress this way," he thought to himself. "What could have possibly happened to her that has reduced her to this wretched state?"
He saw just how helpless she was, and as much as he kicked himself for feeling this way, his spark ached as he surveyed her. He felt a pang of guilt begin to consume him…another first. Why was he suddenly feeling pity for a human? Why did he feel so unclean for scaring one? He hated humans, pretty much more than anything else. Something had to be wrong with him; there was no other explanation for his feelings. Gently, he lay the crying young woman back down on her bed, sat down on the floor next to it, and looked up at her.
"Do not kill yourself, Kayla" he told her softly. "Life is too valuable to merely cast away."
Kayla flew into a sitting position, and looked as though she was just poked with an electric cattle prod. "What?"
Megatron let out a heavy sigh, and turned to face her; he realized he would have to be very soft with her to achieve any form of progress. "Humans react more positively when spoken to politely," he remembered, and began to search for exactly the right words to use. He looked directly into her puffy eyes.
"Please, tell me what has done this to you."
Author's Note: O-kay...Wtf Megatron? Is he actually being NICE to her? Holy crap... It seems Kayla's quite dysfunctional; either that, or she's got LOTS of talking to do with her kidnapper/therapist. Yes, the "That is not a request" came from Beauty and the Beast, and since Kayla dubbed Megatron a "monster", I thought that sounded fit for him to say. I love you all so much! Now, give me some inspiration, and review! Yaay!
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