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Chapter 2:
A Surprising Encounter
The first thing that came to mind was light.
It was such a blinding white that my eyes winced, and squinted as they adjusted to it. The next thing that came to mind was the soft caress of cool air against my skin, and then, the oddly clean, sterile air. My eyes finally adjusted to the light, and I peered around the room curiously.
I was in a hospital room.
But how?
I glanced down at the thin, white sheet covering my lower body. Curiously, I lifted it up to see the large, purple-ish bruise surrounding the stitches on my side. I took a shaky breath, my stomach churning at the gruesome sight, before pulling the covers back on top of me
I shook my head, trying to remember entering myself here.
The door across from me creaked open, and I gasped, feeling myself shrinking back into the bed a little bit. A man poked his head through the door, and spotted me before he opened it fully to let himself in. I tensed as he came into the room, even though somewhere in the back of my head was telling me he was familiar. Everything felt groggy in my mind, and my brain felt like it was pounding against my skull.
"Hey," He said softly, bending down to be at my eye level, "How are you holding up?"
"Who a-are you?" I asked shakily, before glancing around and adding, "W-Where am I?"
"My name's Will," He continued in that same, gentle tone, "You fainted in my arms last night. You lost a lot of blood, so I called the ambulance."
Suddenly, it clicked in my head. The man from last night when I was wandering around, limping in the night from the escape. My breath hitched as the flashback of Noah laying on the ground coughing up blood ran across my vision. I had to cover my mouth just to not scream as the tears gathered in my eyes. My brother, the only person I had left in this cruel world, was gone. I hiccupped a sob as a few tears slid down my cheeks.
"Hey," Will said, grabbing my hand in a comforting way, "It's going to be okay."
I shook my head frantically, "N-No! He's gone!"
"Who is he?" Will asked.
"M-My brother," I wheezed through sobs, "He died!"
His warm eyes pooled with sadness and sympathy. He was silent while I cried, one hand grasping my hand while the other one soothing rubbed circles on my back. I ended up bent over him, crying into his shoulder, so much to the point it felt like I couldn't breathe.
Once again, it felt like another eternity has passed before my sobbing subsided. And once they did, Will pulled away slowly, pulling a strand of curly dark hair behind my ear as I hiccupped again. It was silent for a few minutes, before he spoke up again.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asked again.
My eyes were puffy and felt itchy as I tried to concentrate on his face, "N-Noelle."
He nodded, his eyebrows scrunched together for a second, looking like he was deciding something, "Are you feeling well enough to tell me what happened?"
All the memories raced across my mind again, and for a second, I wanted to scream at him. But then, I remembered my promise to Noah, and how I would escape this misery and start anew. And somewhere deep down, I felt like this man could help me.
"I...I escaped, " I said, swallowing hard.
"Escaped what?" Will pried gently.
I stared down at my fingers, "The Decepticons."
I glanced up to see his reaction, which I expected was confusion since he probably had no idea what a 'Decepticons' were. But I was slightly taken aback when his eyes widened with horror and his face drained of color.
My eyes narrowed in suspicion. Did he know who I was talking about? Has he been in contact with the heinous robots before?
A sudden burst of relief swelled on my chest at the thought of not sounding crazy. And I was almost tempted to ask, but then I paused.
If he knew about the Decepticons, there was a chance he could be working for them. I highly doubted the Decepticons would do such a wide search for one missing slave, but if they did it wouldn't be a surprise if they sent one of the human traitors to capture me.
Remain calm, I told myself firmly, even though my muscles stiffened in panic, keep acting natural until he leaves.
Hopefully, he will leave.
Will seemed to finally snap out of the horror that transfixed him. He met my eyes briefly with a look of such sadness that I almost pitied him.
He rose to his knees, "I'll be right back."
Once the door shut gently behind him, I whipped the covers off of my legs. I grunted, ignoring the pain as I shifted my body enough so that my legs were dangling over the med. I looked around, trying to come up with an idea.
Nothing was surfacing, and I was running out of time.
I needed to hurry.
"Think damnit," I swore lowly, my nails digging into the thin, uncomfortable bed sheets, "Think like Noah. He'd know what to do."
I glanced up at the sounds of soft tweets from a bird and turned to the window on the other side of the room. Two little brown birds were standing on the windowsill, they're shadows casted down on the floor with the sunlight.
The window was unlocked.
I stared back at the ghastly wound on my side, then the silent door, and then back at the slightly cracked open window. Judging by the height of the building a few feet away from the window, I was on a floor high, and it wasn't going to be fun climbing down.
But I made a promise to my brother. I'd run as fast and as long as possible until I can escape this madness, even if it kills me. So with that newfound determination, I lowered my legs gingerly to the ground, and almost collapsed with pain when I put weight on my left leg.
Burning hot pain bloomed when I bent over to console my foot. And I ended up falling to the cold, glossy floor. I took in deep, ragged breaths, trying to cool my skin down from the fiery pain that erupted. As soon as it didn't feel like I would explode anymore, I pulled my left leg over my right, and stared down at the swollen, red ankle.
I think I just sprained it.
I cursed lowly to myself, before glancing back at the window. The birds were still there, but they no longer tweeted and chirped excitedly. Their small, dark beady eyes were on me as I huffed on the floor.
I snorted, "I don't supposed you two could fly me over to the ground?"
The bird closest to the windowsill cocked its head. And then they both spread their wings, flapping around for a little bit, as if taunting me with the fact that they were free.
And they were.
They could go wherever they wanted and see the world from breathtaking views. A pang of jealousy and sadness overwhelmed me, because deep down inside, it was what I wanted to. I wanted to be able to go wherever I want, and do what I wanted, without constantly looking over my shoulder to see if the Decepticons would get me. I didn't want to be paranoid, and slip into insanity waiting for them to find me.
I didn't want to be imprisoned anymore.
And my only chance of freedom, as unpleasant as it was, was through that window. Slowly, I got back up to my feet, using the wall as support as I clumsily limped over to the window. I winced every time my stitches stretched, or the numbing pain in my swollen ankle bloomed when I put too much pressure on it.
By the time my hands made it to the windowsill, the birds flew away. I grunted again, hobbling my other leg over before taking in a deep breath. My fingers slipped under the tiny crack, and pushed it open until it was only a few inches from the top. I relished in the sunlight that soaked into my skin, and the soft, cool air that swept through the widened window. I then shifted to lean over the window, peering down at the bottom. There was a low parking garage behind me, with a few scattered cars and a large H painted in blue for hospital.
I pulled my good leg over to sill first, steadying myself just as the door opened again. My gaze snapped to Will, who had just gotten off the phone. He looked over at the tousled sheets, his eyes widened in panic as he gasped, before slowly, his gaze turned towards me and his eyes widened even more to the point I'm sure it wasn't natural.
"What are you doing?!" He shouted.
"What does it look like I'm trying to do?!" I snapped, feeling the frustration mixing with panic.
"Get down, before you fall and kill yourself!"
"I've been dropped at worse heights." I muttered, trying to pull my other leg over.
"Oh, no you don't!" Will grumbled, eating up the distance with his longer legs, and wrapped his arms around my thin waist, pulling me off the window.
"No!" I shrieked, trying to kick him with my good leg, "Stop! I'm not going back there!"
"You were severely dehydrated, malnourished, and lost a lot of blood. You need to rest."
"Stop lying to me!" I cried, feeling a tear slip past my cheek again, "You're just going to take me back to that…that nightmare!"
Will paused in his movement towards the bed, "Are you talking about the Decepticons? You'd think I'd take you back there?"
He seemed shocked, and slightly offended by my accusation.
I wiped the tear from my cheek, "I don't know. I barely know you. And you seemed to know who the Decepticons were. W-What else am I supposed to believe?"
He sighed softly, walking forward and laying me back on the bed. He then sat down next to me, and as much as my brain told me to move, my body did not. I stared up at his soft brown eyes, as he looked at me.
"Do you know who the Autobots are?" He asked gently.
I shook my head.
"Well, they are another group of Cybertronian-"
My eyes widened, "There's more of them?!"
Will nodded, "Yes, but hear me out. These are the good guys. The Decepticons want to take over the world, and enslave everyone as you know. But the Autobot's don't. They believe in the right of freedom for all sentient beings, and so they fight with us, to protect humanity from them."
He looked back at me, and I looked away, "How do you know all of this?"
"Well, that's because I've met them in person," My eyes widened at that. "And I've also been fighting beside them ever since." He leaned in, grabbing my hand softly, "I know you're confused right now. You're frightened, and traumatized by the death of your brother, and whatever atrocities you had to face as your time as a prisoner. But trust me when I say this; I can help you. We can help you. The Autobot's duty is the protect and defend humans against the Decepticons. We can keep you safe."
My head swarmed as my mind tried to comprehend. For over five years, I've only known Cybertronians to be despicable, bloodthirsty, manipulative, evil creatures who used lower, weaker species like humans to do whatever they want. The only thing they caused was death and destruction, and because of them, I had my whole family ripped away from me. Nothing could describe the amount of burning hatred I had for them, even if I was terrified of them.
It was hard for me to imagine the good, righteous version Will had described. Especially when every agonizing memory I had from my imprisonment kept flashing in my mind.
So much misery, pain, and death.
Make it stop! I cried out inside my head. Just make it stop!
"Noelle." A voice called, it sounded like my brother.
Warm hands were around me, embracing me softly as they whispered into my ear, "Noelle…"
My eyes snapped open, and I sat up panting.
"Noelle? Are you okay?" Will asked worriedly.
I slowly nodded, "What happened to me?"
"I could ask you the same thing. I thought you fell asleep because you were tired so I let you, but then you started to sweat, and writhe and scream."
I took another long breath, wiping my forehead which was slightly moist with prespiration. "I...I don't know what happened."
"It sounds like she is going through PTSD." Another voice spoke up, and I turned to see a man in a white lab-coat approaching us.
He had cropped red hair, with glasses, and blue eyes. I kept staring at his eyes, the blue hue was so deep, yet strangely bright at the same time. It was as if it was glowing faintly. And as the blue-eyed doctor approached us, he past through the sunlight pouring into the room from the window. And just faintly, for only a moment, I could see the door through him. My eyes widened, and my lips parted with a silent gasp.
For a second, he looked to be transparent.
There was something off about this man, and a sense of dread pooled in my stomach.
My muscles tensed in response, before Will calmly whispered, "It's okay. This is your doctor."
Will then looked up at the doctor, "What is that?"
"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is common for patients after witnessing or living through a terrifying event. Symptoms are nightmares, flashbacks, uncontrollable thoughts about the events, and severe anxiety." The doctor explained, before looking through a set of pills, and pulling out one that was tube-shaped. It was half red and half orange.
"What are those?" I muttered worriedly, still nervous around this strange doctor.
"SSRI. Medication, to help you." The doctor informed with a kind smile, filling up a small paper cup with water, and handing it to me.
I stared at the pill in my hand, before glancing back at Will. He nodded softly. I took the pill and washed it down with the water, feeling my dry throat being refreshed as I swallowed the cool water.
"Now Major Lennox," The doctor said, turning to Will, "There is some things we need to discuss before the girl is released. Allow her to rest for right now."
By the time the door shut behind him, my vision went to darkness.
Sorry it's a little short. And I actually did do a little research on the pill for PTSD and it does cause drowsiness. Just incase anyone thought it was weird she just passed out when they left. Anywho, thank you so much for reading! Please review, I'd love to hear your thoughts!
- SeaKissed140
