When Kelsey awoke, all she could feel was blood pounding in her head as she tried to make sense of where she was. Her hand brushed over her broken arm and strangely enough it felt as if it had a plaster cast covered around it. Very slowly she blinked opened her eyes, her vision was blurry as her eyes tried to adjust to their new surroundings, the only thing she could see was a fuzzy large red mass moving in towards her. After a few seconds her vision focused and she was soon greeted with the face of what appeared to be – or at least what she thought was – some giant red robot that was staring at her dead in the face with gleaming ruby red eyes.
Of course, any normal person's reaction to such a thing would most likely to be to scream. Kelsey, on the other hand, just sat there as her mouth hung wide open in shock.
"Oh, my god," she breathed, staring at the giant robot with unblinking eyes.
"Yes, I'm quite something to look at, aren't I?" the robot mused, he, or whatever it was, seemed to be quite happy at her reaction for whatever reason.
"What…?" Kelsey tried to speak, but the only audible thing that she could muster from her chapped lips was a faint, raspy whisper.
"I do have that effect on people," the robot hummed. Whoever, or whatever, this robot was, she knew one thing for certain – he had quite a high opinion about himself.
It was at that moment that Kelsey scanned the rest of the room and she realized that everything was enormous. She was situated on a large metal slab which was far too large for her. In fact, she suddenly felt incredibly small compared to everything else in the room, not to mention there was a 21-foot-tall robot standing right in front of her.
"Just what the heck are you? Where am I?" She finally spluttered out, her entire body shaking.
"Mwah? Well, I'm Cybertronian of course," the red robot grinned. "But please, call me Knockout. And you are currently on board the Nemesis."
"The Nemesis?" she echoed in confusion. "Wait, aren't you just some kind of man-made giant robot?"
The red mech called Knockout narrowed his optics at the human girl.
"I am most certainly not man made, fleshy," he spat as if being man made was the worst thing in the world. "I am from the planet Cybertron. Basically, it's a metallic planet that inhabits giant alien robots, such as myself."
"That's it, I must be dreaming," she breathed.
"I can assure you, you are not dreaming," Knockout replied with a smile.
"But this has to be a dream," Kelsey said breathlessly. "I mean, there's no other logical explanation for this. There's no such thing as Cybertron or giant alien robots. That's just ridiculous!"
The red mech let out a loud sigh and rolled his optics. "For the last time, I can assure you, it's not a dream," his lips suddenly curved into a rather twisted smirk as an awful idea blossomed in is mind. "Or do you want me to prove it?"
All of a sudden one of Knockout's arms transformed into a giant, spinning saw blade and slowly lifted it towards Kelsey's trembling body as if he was going to gut her open like a fish.
"If this is all a dream, surely this won't hurt at all?" hummed Knockout.
"NO, STOP, PLEASE-!" She screamed, wanting more than anything to run away, but her legs throbbed in pain if she moved in the slightest. There was no way she could escape with her injuries.
Knockout pulled away abruptly, his spinning saw now transformed back into his normal clawed hand, and grinned at the girl.
"Oh, you should've seen the look on your face! Priceless!" he laughed loudly.
"That wasn't funny!" Kelsey yelled, her face was furious.
"Really, you should be grateful that I actually bothered to patch you up in the first place," said Knockout, gesturing to her broken arm that was wrapped in a plaster cast and her legs which were gently wrapped in cloth. "Not many Decepticons would do that." He added.
Kelsey finally looked down at her injuries and noticed that Knockout had in fact bandaged her up after her violent fall of her bike. She was rather puzzled as to why such, or at least what she had gathered from him so far, a twisted robot like Knockout had even helped her at all.
"Why did you help me? And what's a…'Decepticon?'" she asked softly.
"Well, you did actually ask me to help you, if I recall," Knockout answered.
"No I didn't," she replied. "I asked the driver of that red Aston Martin to help me. I'm pretty sure I would've remembered if a giant alien robot was there."
"Oh, you fleshies…so entertaining." He chuckled.
"What? What's so funny?" she questioned.
Knockout rolled his optics. "I am the Aston Martin," he said. "You see, where I'm from, being able to transform into vehicles is very natural." As if to prove his point, there was a loud sound of gears moving, and before her eyes what once had been a giant robot was now a shiny red car.
She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes in disbelief. "That's…that's the Aston Martin!" she exclaimed in surprise. "That was you the whole time!?"
"Bingo," said Knockout as he transformed back into his robot self.
"You haven't answered my other question," she said.
"Oh, yes," grinned Knockout, placing a servo on his hip. "Well, simply put, Decepticons are a faction associated with total enslavement for species like you. Basically, we're aliens that are essentially going to take over your planet at some point."
Kelsey's mouth opened wide in shock at hearing the words that fell out of Knockout's mouth. "You're alien in-in-invaders?" she mumbled.
"Yes," smirked Knockout. "Lord Megatron is quite fond of Earth and intends to take over it. Of course, providing the Autobots don't get in the way…"
"Autobots?" She stammered.
"Cybetronians, like us, but they are our arch enemies. We've been fighting a war with them for millions of years," Knockout explained.
Before she could utter a reply, there was a sharp voice at the door.
"Knockout, there are some Vehicon troops that need urgent medical attention. If you still value your finish, get out here right now!"
She didn't recognize the voice, but whoever it was, she hoped she wouldn't have to meet them.
"Coming Starscream, I won't be a moment." Knockout replied dully.
Without warning, Knockout scooped Kelsey into his servos and curled his sharp claws around her small frame. Her stomach nearly dropped like a stone at being picked up by something so large and so quickly and she had to force herself not to look down. If she fell from this height her injuries may never recover. Her body flared in pain at the sudden movement and she winced, grasping onto Knockout's fingers for dear life. Knockout then leaned down onto his knee and placed her underneath the medical berth where it was darkest.
"If you move or make one sound, your good arm is coming off," He said firmly. "I'll be back soon."
She gave a small, hesitant nod and then watched as Knockout walked outside the medical bay into the hallways of the ship.
"Knockout, what has been taking you so long?" the same, raspy voice echoed throughout the chamber as Knockout exited through the doors. The only thing that she could see of the owner to the voice was a pair of very large, silver stilettoes.
The door to the chamber closed before she could hear Knockout's reply to the remark. She listened as the thundering footsteps echoing down the hallway and faded off into the distance, her heart was still racing at being picked up by Knockout. She let out a long sigh and tried to shift herself into a more comfortable position in her little hiding spot.
Of all the things that could've happened to me, I just had to be abducted by giant aliens! She thought bitterly. She had no idea what Knockout had planned for her when he returned, but whatever it was, she didn't want to find out. Her mind started to flash to alien films that she had watched in the past and a shiver passed down her spine like cold ice.
But the question still remains…why did he help me? Why did he tend to my injuries? These thoughts echoed throughout her brain as she tried to make sense of whether or not Knockout had good intentions. For now, she decided that the best course of action was to rest up her strength and try and let her injuries heal. There was no way she could even think of escaping off the Nemesis given her current condition. She very slowly began to close her eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping that this whole ordeal was all some kind of nightmare.
So what do you guys think so far? I hope you're all enjoying it. This is also my first attempt at writing a Transformers fic so I apologize if it isn't very good. But yeah, I had a lot of fun writing this tbh. Feedback/faves are always welcome. :)