Lockdown
The era of the Bounty Hunter was over. Most Autobots and Decepticons died in their war, but a few made it out lucky. Oil Slick, my apprentice, and I were just two of few. We were no longer needed and we were left jobless. We went our separate ways in hopes one would have better luck than the other. I drifted around from one planet to the next, looking for something to do.
I heard they needed fighters for hire on Earth, and it sounded like something I would do, so I tried it out. But I had put myself in Hell. I was forced to fight opponents for no pay (So much for hire!), and when I didn't win I was tortured in every way possible. The torture was meant to make me stronger, but I was smarter than that. I knew better; the aftholes were trying to break me.
Sadly, they succeeded.
I held my own at first, but then the stupid humans stole my upgrades, which made me highly, annoyingly, helpless. Then I was left with nothing. I was forced more than ever to fight, usually without my upgrades. Despite the torture, I reveled in the fact that I was the very best, the one that no one could beat. It was addictive to me, just like any upgrade or trophy.
I was put up against all kinds of mechs. And soon enough, I was doing this all for the love of carnage. I had my confidence as a killer and fighter back, and that gave me my power. For a while, it felt like the good old days when I was a bounty hunter. I was the Caged King, and no one could beat me.
And then the Shrimp showed up. He was a highly unusual mech, obviously not from the region I was. Regardless, I was ready to fight. At first, he didn't look ready to fight until his master beat him in the head. That was enough to tick him off.
Impatient, I was already in the process of attacking. But damn, that little sucker was a speed demon when he was pissed. I didn't know how to react, but it wasn't fast enough. Every time I tried to knock him off his feet so I could kill him, maybe take his parts, and win, he would just move before I could reach him, the little afthole. . Surprised, I lost my footing and fell.
And so the biting and the threatening of my life began. Frenzy was clamming his little jaws on my neck and it surprisingly hurt really badly. Of course, I lacked my neck plating, so that was proving a problem. I tried every method to get him the heck off me, but to no avail. Primus, he was a stubborn little mech, and it annoyed me to no end.
I tried to stay in the same state of mind, but I was panicking. Maybe because something told me the end was near, but I was too stubborn myself to believe that kind of crap. But I tried, tried, tried, and tried some more before I finally came to realize my attempts were futile and I was an idiot. I kept fading in and out of operation, which was one of the worst experiences ever because I'd never done that. Finally I gave up.
Maybe I would've died there. At first, I felt like I was running out of time and everything hurt…until finally I felt my neck free. I was saved, but by who and why?
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I came back online the next morning in an area I wasn't familiar with. It was an old looking barn, but yet the air smelt, and felt, so clean. It had probably rained the night before; that explained the clean air. I had no bonds, no chains, no cages, nothing. I was…free. But how?
Who did this for me? Why did they do it? Was my life really that important to somebody? I soon got my answer in the form of a blonde human teenager. Her eyes, dark brown, were shining, and her smile kind. In her hands was something that resembled an energon cube, but it was much smaller.
"Oh" she said as she noticed I was now online, "I was just coming to give you this".
She set the cube on the ground and it started growing so I could have it. I watched the girl beam with pride as it grew.
"I love having a creative mind" she said, "I invented that myself, so I can carry energon to all the ones that live outside. Anyway, I'm Melissa Ulrich. Teenager, orphan, and mechanic, and that's all you need to know about me".
I didn't know what to say. She wasn't afraid of me, despite what I was capable of doing to her. My spark was jolting in my audios. Was this the human who liberated me? Did my life matter that much to her?
"Why?" I asked, "Why did you save me? What does my life matter to you?"
A/N: Hey everybody, it's me, B.G., doing my thing. Sorry, me trying to be cool. Listen, I need you, the reader, to decide if you want this to just be a friendship fanfic or if you wanna see these two together. Leave me a review with your answer. Thanks a bunch!
