Hey, I know I've been living under a rock somewhere an dhavent updated in a month. So here is a new chappie my lovely readers and reviewers.
"'Bee's Radio."
"Talking."
"Thoughts."
Enjoy,
-Squid:)
Dim and darkness. They had become my friends along with Carly. I hadn't seen any of the other females on the ship. I only experienced their screams. I wasn't aware of how long I'd been caged. I hadn't seen an ounce of day light. I didn't know what day it was. Carly had turned her phone off and hidden it within the cell at only thirty five percent. It must've died out bye now.
The only way I felt like I could survive was on pure agony. Everyday it was the same; The familiar and crippling throb in my inner abdomen. The loss of consciousness after being a pint of blood being devoid of my body. Sometimes it was hard to breath at the pressure being pressed against me. The searing heat of the liquid churning inside me mingled with the cold feel of the metal structure grating and clawing at my body. Torture mixed with unwanted pleasure. I couldn't be sure if this routine happened on the hour or daily. The blackouts made it impossible to make sense of anything anymore. Nothing made sense anymore.
I was breathing in and out rapidly, gritting my teeth. Sweat coated my nude body in a sheen coating. The floor of the dug into my skin. Carly whimpered in the corner beside me, pressing her own naked form against the wall away from the drone looming over me. She was covered in dirty from what I could see in the dim setting. "Look at me." a whimper escaped my mouth as my own eyes snapped from the blonde's to the devilish red eyes glaring at me. Metal encased my wrists and something slithered below my body. I knew what would happen before— White flared across my vision, blocking the sneering face from my gaze and the sound of a choked wail struggled from the back of my throat. I wanted to claw at my stomach to get what was in me out. It felt like hot needles were cutting me on the inside. I couldn't scream as much as I wanted.
"P- please," I cried out hoarsely. "S- sto–" With a mighty growl, one of its hands released my wrist and clasped two large fingers around my neck. It was crushing my windpipe making it much harder to breath than before. My vision swam but I didn't fully float away.
"Hatchling Drone4321, times up. Move out." The voice of my unknown savior came and went. The drone wrenched out violently. My eyes shot open, my face in mid-scream. Fire ripped through my lower half of my body as the Decepticon kneeled over me, speaking in a Cybertronian language. I blinked heavily, watching something blue glow from its hand. It poured the substance on the lower part of me. Pain subsided into a dull ache until it was gone completely. But the damage was done before the drone even left or large cell.
A small hand touched the side of my face. Carly was attempting to sooth my fear, my anxiety, my pain. I curled up in the beetle position feeling her pressing herself closer to my back. She trying to reassure me that everything would be okay. She kept telling me that we would be rescued. It didn't help. It didn't help the fire coursing throughout my veins. Yes, I wanted to be saved. Yes, I wanted to breakout of this hell hole. We couldn't live like this. Like sex slaves to an alien robotic race. We couldn't live in fear and anxiousness.
"You're right," Carly whispered under the hum of the ship or whatever transportation we were on. I had not realized I spoke aloud. "You're so right."
I craned my bruised neck to face her slightly. My hair pooled around and hung over my face, smeared in dirt and oil. "We don't have a way." Before more could be voiced, thundering footsteps of larger Decepticons came into hearing range. They were talking bouts out something. One was complaint while the other laughed at its misfortune.
"...of slag. My aft should be doing something productive and not watching over these insects."
"Wonder when we can get off security detail? But hey, the interaction isn't that bad," they chuckled humorously.
"Boss says that the next drop off'll be at the Château d'If prison on the the Frioul Archipelago situated in the Mediterranean Sea in a week..."
I didn't have the energy to move so I settled for looking at my cellmate and stating her name. She instantly understood what my look and conveyed and searched for her cell phone hidden in the crevices of the wall. That little piece of info could be our way out. And hopefully it is.
…
NEST Base: One Month and Three Weeks later
Sam had awakened to the shock of his life this Wednesday morning. He received a text message from his girlfriend's phone in the late of the night revealing where there whereabouts will be in a few days. He immediately rushed over to the base in his jalopy since 'Bee was on high alert searching everywhere for the love of his life. The bot wouldn't rest. Sam pushed past security running wildly and yelling out if anyone had seen Will Lennox. Optimus approached him and Sam nearly rammed into the Autobot leader's large metal foot at the speed he was running.
"What's wrong, Sam?" the baritone voice of the mech asked, crouching down to get closer to the boy.
"I got a message from Carly's phone last night telling where they would be in the next few days! Don't you see what this is? It's a clue! We can save them now!"
"Could this be a trap?" Will approached the two with some Autobots in tow to hear the conversation. The Witwicky boy tossed his phone to Epps, who had walked up to hear the discussion between the trio.
"I don't think we have a choice," the black soldier said solemnly. "If this is the place that they said they'd be at, then we have a good chance at rescuing them. We need to act fast Optimus."
"You should also let the bug bot in on this," Sideswipe, Dahlia's former guardian, spoke up, wheeling his way between Ratchet and Sam. "If anything he should—"
"I already know," Bumblebee's unusually gruff tone caught everyone by surprise apart from Optimus. He swung around the group and headed towards the large screen that automatically switched on. It flashed between channels before settling on CNN. "Optimus told me on my way here. I'm here for a different reason. Look at the screen." By the somber, more dark than usual, tone in his tone, no one or bot argued. Slowly everyone gathered around the screen as an Asian news reporter appeared.
"I'm appalled at the video feed being shown right now." The woman spoke with a sad look ghosting over her countenance as the video footage. A camera rolled by, showing women of all races sleeping in cages. Two people caught the attention of the base. Mainly, Sam and Bumblebee. Two slender figures were cradling each other in vice grips as the video camera focused in on their grimy face. It was Dahlia and Carly. They were hunched over and covered in dried up blood. More images flash of them looking worse off than in the videos. This was directed at the NEST team. Everyone and bot knew this.
At the sight, 'Bee's head lowered, with dimmed eyes. Lots of images were through his mind. It was destroying him from the inside out. Before his very optics and the world's eyes, his wife was suffering and he couldn't do a slagging thing about it. Sides' laid a metal and three digit hand on his comrade's shoulder, looking equally as angered as the bot felt. Bumblebee's mind flashed with darker images of what he wanted to do to his love's captor.
"Apparently, it was leaked from an unknown source and... and I'm getting an incoming call that there was an audio track sent with it..."
The screen of the CNN board switches to the track playing back the voice that's haunted the minds of the captured women's and the NEST team. "Greetings, fleshlings. I hope you enjoyed that video as much as I did." The chortle of Thunderbolt resonated around the quiet hangar. "What you saw was just the beginning. Now, so that you won't be alarmed, I plan on telling you my plan. I capture your women. Cybertronians create hatchlings with them and they enslave humanity. No one will stop me. Not even those Autobot Scum." It ends with a humorless chuckle.
Optimus hits a button and shuts of the screen, looking more troubled than before. "We need to attack, Optimus," Sideswipe growled. "We have a pinpointed location. We can't keep letting this go on."
The leader nodded, finally agreeing to the pleads of his team. "First we need to acquire a layout of the area. We need to get inside of it without alerting them we're aware of their location."
Only one bot came to mind. Barricade. He was the only mech that was still considered a Decepticon even though he was on the good side of the Cybertronians. "Barricade." 'Bee said it dryly.
The Prime nodded. "Call him via com-link and inform him of our plan."
A/N: I know, don't hate me. It's so fucking short and not in that much detail. I so sorry. I promise to update more my lovelies. You know I love you guys!
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Bye!
-Squid:)
