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I groaned in frustration as Prince lazily rubbed his eyes and stretched. The retard.
I kept a sickly, insane, smile plastered on my face and ground out, "Where – have – you – been?"
He looked at me like I was the retard and said, "I was sleeping, duh. That is, I was sleeping until you retards woke me up." he said, yawning.
Ironhide's point of view
As Prince – stupid name – said that, the girl I had been fighting earlier – Blade – tackled him, screaming bloody murder.
I watched in awe as she punched him in the face, breaking his nose. Suddenly she raised her hand, and Prince flew into the air. He screamed and flailed his arms and legs, as if that would get him out of the situation.
Ghost Girl put a hand on her shoulder, and Blade seemed to calm down.
She turned to Drifter and nodded stiffly. She walked – pride and arrogance in her steps – to a ladder I had somehow missed earlier.
"Who are you working for?" I snarled. I was sure they were working for the decepticons. Blade was halfway up the ladder when she paused and looked down, smirking. "Here's a hint," she said, amusement on her face but not quite reaching her eyes, "We're not working for the Service." She snorted at her joke. "Team, you know what to do." She said. Jumping off the ladder, she fell 3 inches before rising up and going to the door of the house in the trees.
She entered the premises and disappeared. I even lost her heat signal or any other sign of life from her.
Blade's point of view
I went to the tech room. From there, I could hack into the robot's minds, or whatever they were called. I had ordered my team – via telepathically – to leave them alone for awhile, until I know more about them and their species. Drifter had told me about the tech room, and it's actually pretty easy to go into the computers. Hacking into the computers came easily to me.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked me. "Of course I am; you know me Jeff. I'm made for this. Now hand me the chip and the watch." I responded smoothly. Handing me the black watch and diamond and ruby bracelet, I set it down in front of me and stared at the computer as I typed away, occasionally looking at the keyboard to see what I was typing. Glancing nervously at the bracelet and watch, I typed something else; opened a new page; and typed something else. Then, I took the watch, holding my hand out for the screwdriver. Getting the screwdriver, I took the screws out of the back and turned it back to the front. The Timex watch read 12:00 1s PM, Friday the 13th. Well ain't that awesome luck?
I pressed two of the side buttons and used the screwdriver again. The back of the watch broke off, oozing a blue liquid. Careful not to touch it, I pressed the bottom button of the watch, and the green screen lit up neon blue as sudden symbols raced across the screen. The symbols range from Wingdings to Arabic to Chinese to something that a baby would write on a wall if given a Sharpie.
I handed the watch to Jeff, who held it over a titanium bowl, letting the blue liquid flow into it. I grabbed the bracelet and stared at it, not 100% sure what to do without it.
Then the bracelet started to vibrate. It rose to the air. I didn't bother to touch it; I just watched it as it flew to the bowl and fell into it. The bracelet seemed to have committed suicide as it became a liquid. Never really liked studying matter anyway.
The neon blue liquid rippled and changed into a beautiful purple color. I grinned and grabbed the tongs from my table and carefully pulled out the watch. It was empty of the blue stuff now. I grabbed a spoon I had made myself out of several metals and dipped it in the bowl, where it took all of the liquid. I poured it into the watch, hearing it hiss. I screwed the back on and pressed a couple more side buttons. The time changed to 10:44 59s PM Thursday, 12th.
I slipped the watch into my backpack and sighed with joy. Although the watch on my backpack seemed frozen, it was much more important than it looked. Leaving the building, I looked around before crossing the street. I held my backpack to my shoulder, sighing as I realized it was Friday and I had the entire weekend to myself.
I blinked. I just had an incredible flashback, I think.
Blinking again, I went back to my computer. It was an old Lenovo, and it was slow. It wasn't the best ever, but it was enough.
I grabbed a screwdriver that Drifter had found, and I stuck it in where the DVDs could be played.
I twisted it, and after a few tries, a window popped up. There was some sort of language on it, and it looked a lot like Windings, that style of writing.
Whoever has found this, is reading my...own little scheme. in case you haven't nticed, i've either gone missing, or i've lost my meory. it's scary to think about this, i admit. i just hpe it's not too late for you to get this. Listen to me carefully, reader. YOu hve 10 days. trust me, 10 days can ass fast. take this laptop with you wheerever you go, and find the backpack before it is too late! you are lucky to have gotten this far, and i hope this doesn't end i vain. Let me free...to save the univerese of the deceptcions. click the link below if you as far behind as i htink you are and learn about other species, written in English. SOS
I'm not sure why I was able to read that, but it gave my quite the headache. I clicked the link below, and was met with a giant list of pictures and words. I set to reading about people from all sorts of planets and their species. I tried to find the one that matched the robots, and came up with Cybertronians.
I read about their intergalactic war.
I was now part of it. We are now part of it. All of us.
And I am so fucking scared.
But I'll never admit it.
No, I just stuck to reading and finding out what I could.
I went back to that letter I had read and focused on the task at hand. As soon as I had read the page, I printed it, snapped the laptop shut and pulled the plug out.
I raced back out the door and snapped it shut behind me mentally. I jumped off the bridge where the others were still standing, er, sitting now.
My mind was still on the new info, and as I walked near the autobots, my mind thought of their fallen planet and so many lives lost.
Ghost Girl turned to me.
"Alright you autobots," I said, my voice ringing with authority and determination.
Ironhide's point of view
The human was scaring me, in a way.
I would never admit it, but there was something about her. She walked like she ruled the universe and spoke with such pride and intelligence. But she looked so tired and exhausted all the time. She as so guarded and careful, but reckless with her fighting, and yet graceful. She was thin, and I could see scars all over her body. I hope to never find out about how she got the scar over her eye. It was a nasty looking one, and my scans showed that every previous injury to her hadn't healed with proper medical attention.
I was surprised that she knew we were autobots. I eyed the computer she had warily. One of those sparklings, Kingdom, had messed with our wiring in our cars and prevented us from transforming.
"Alright you autobots," she said, her voice powerful and full of pride. "I know everything about the war. What I don't know is what you were doing in our territory." She said, glaring at us.
"So please explain what you were doing here, with the human military too." She ordered.
"None of your damn business!" I snarled. She rolled her eyes at me and snorted. "Protest all you want, but you guys are stuck here without energon and without any means of getting out of here. At least, not without telling me what the hell you're doing here." She snapped. "The same goes for you humans. No food, no bathroom, no anything until somebody cracks and answers my questions." She said, tapping her foot impatiently.
"We're here because we found energon readings here!" one young soldier burst out. I groaned, shaking my head. "Dumbass," I muttered.
"We thought the decepticons had it and the 'bots needed it to survive and work because we were almost out. The stuff we make isn't as good and pretty much like eating shit!" he yelled. "Please don't kill me!" he sobbed.
The youngest, Ghost Girl, stared at him and giggled silently. I wondered if she was mute.
Blade laughed a little. "Who said anything about killing? Nah, we're just here to look pretty and intimidate. I think it's time I told you all about us." She said confidently.
"What the slag is there to know about you?" I hissed. "We know you're working for the decepticons and have energon." I snarled angrily. Blade looked at us curiously.
"We aren't working for the decepticons. We have no part in your war. We're not human….not anymore….we just happened to be on the planet. As for the energon, we don't have any. You've come for a lost cause." She stated smugly.
I froze (not that I could've moved in this damn web).
I didn't want to believe her. Under most circumstances, I wouldn't have. But something about the way she moved, spoke, fought, looked….I pushed the thought away. Load of bullshit, that is.
She had long silky looking brown hair with streaks of platinum blond in it. It curled at the edges and went down to her hips. Her eyes were a bright violet color, with dark pupils. She was pale, her lips bright red and standing out beautifully. There was a scar running from the edge of her left eyebrow, down her eye, across the bridge of her nose and ending an inch before her ear. It was jagged and not truly noticeable to humans and made her all the more intimidating.
She was way too thin, but still had an hourglass figure. She was still in her – what did humans call them? Oh, pajamas – which were just shorts and an oversized T – shirt; plus she was barefoot.
So I just got beaten up by some chick in pajamas.
Well frag.
"Anyway," Blade continued, but abruptly stopped talking.
Shots went off and Blade stuck her hand out and caught a small bullet. Holy slag.
"Kingdom cut them loose!" Blade shouted. "What? Why? They could – " she protested. "I don't give a damn what could happen, just cut them loose, same with their alt modes! Drifter, brief them! Ghost Girl, assist Kingdom. Stoplight, you're with me!" Blade shouted, pulling a pocket knife out.
I was cut loose as Drifter said, "We're letting you guys loose so you're not caught. You don't know what these guys can do." He ended on a whisper, his voice cracking.
"Who?" I demanded. "They're 'scientists'. They experiment on animals and people and try to create things. I can't explain everything, but you and everybody else have to get out of here and save human kind, at least, that's what Blade said." Drifter said, cutting me loose as Kingdom did our alt modes. He paused. "Listen, I know you just met us, but you need to trust us. Especially Blade. She knows so much and can help you finish this war. She's strong and powerful and can do so much. She'd take over the world single handedly if she wanted to. You may not get it now, but you will soon. Now get out of here! They'll hurt you all!"
It was then I felt pain in my back. I yelled out in pain and collapsed, as did Optimus, Ratchet, Sideswipe, Bumblebee, and Arcee; the only other autobots with us.
I could feel myself slowly slip into emergency stasis; my self-repair systems working hard. I was on the ground, trying to stifle my groans of pain. I looked to my alt form, where people in long, stiff, white coats were holding some sort of gun. Kingdom lay on the ground at their feet; her bright red hair spread out around her, eyes closed.
Ghost Girl was curled into a ball next to me, shaking. She was clutching my holoform shoulder tightly. I watched half stasis and watched as Blade fought. Stoplight was a blur, even to my eyes. Drifter had disappeared, but was randomly appearing at different times and places. Prince was sobbing, begging for them not to touch him. They eventually used a paint gun on Drifter. I suspected it as a lucky shot.
Stoplight was still a blur, and Blade was extremely busy; taking most of the men attacking us. I wanted to help them, but was frozen in place. Somehow (I didn't see) Stoplight was shot down, his body falling next to Kingdom.
Blade and Ghost Girl were trying to fight who they could, but Ghost Girl wasn't as good as Blade and took some sort of drug bullet for me. She fell to the ground immediately.
Blade was the last one left.
But there so many humans coming at her; at least, that's what thought.
There were sedatives flying at her left and right, as were bullets and human limbs attacking her.
But they're not human.
They were decepticons in holoforms.
They grabbed at her, and she was snapping necks and hurting their holoforms hard.
However, holoforms can repair themselves. But whatever had been injected into me was keeping me in my holoform and preventing me from changing back.
Eventually, the tallest and oldest looking holoform grabbed her by the neck. She was quick to kick him in the crotch, making him double over, but he quickly recovered.
He lifted his head up, but Blade was fast too punch his head, forcing him to stumble backwards, but he kicked her in the stomach. Blade flew backwards into a tree, but she grabbed his wrist and shoved it down, dodging a kick and aiming one of her own.
The biggest grabbed her ankle. If the situation was different, I would've laughed at their position. The man had her ankle in his left hand. His right wrist was twisted backwards, thanks to Blade. He tried to knee her in the stomach, but vice versa happened and he flew back, but didn't let go of Blade's ankle. She flew over him. Blade used her legs to lock his head between them, choking him with her creamy colored thighs.
He grabbed her waist and threw her over himself and punched her in the face. Glowing red blood broke out from Blade.
He had her by the neck, putting his body weight on the rest of her body.
She struggled under him, squirming under his weight.
"I am Megatron! No one can beat me!" he roared.
Shit. She was fighting Megatron in his holoform.
Decepticon punk.
"That will change!" Blade vowed, spitting blood out. She was thrown into a tree next to me.
Falling on top of me, she groaned, rolling over. Her violet eyes met mine with an apologetic look in them. Her eyes said so much to me. They said she was sorry and showed worry and a bit of fear. I tried to do the same to my eyes. At that moment, I felt like I had known her forever and we were the closest of friends, maybe more. At that moment, her eyes had love in them, deep inside.
Then I fell into emergency stasis.
Well slag.
I woke up feeling stiff. Shaking my head and opening my optics, er, eyes, since I was still in my holoform.
I was in a brilliant white room. Next to me were the rest of the autobots and the kids from earlier. They were all either awake or waking up.
But my hands were cuffed behind my back and I couldn't get out. I struggled, pulling as hard as I could.
"You won't be able to get out of them." Blade sighed next to me. She looked ready to cry.
"Ghost Girl would be able to get out of these, but she's been put in a special box over there." She said, nodding to a large glass box with DANGEROUS UKNOWN SPECIES (DUS) written on it. I noticed the same signs around everybody's necks.
There was a large glass window in front of me, but there was nothing but more white walls behind it.
"Where are we?" I wondered out loud.
"It's a science experiment headquarters. These people mix unknown DNA with humans to see what happens. That's what happened to everyone. Me, Drifter, Ghost Girl, Kingdom, Stoplight. We lost our memories once we got here and gave ourselves new names. We stayed here for 6 years, and we escaped, like, two days ago. We had one day of freedom. Then you guys came and we were caught again." Blade sighed, rubbing her temples.
I instantly felt guilty. I shoved it away, though. I doubted they did much too actually harm them in anyway.
"What did they do to you?" I asked. Blade stilled, as did the other humans here. The soldiers weren't in the room; hopefully they had been let out.
Ghost Girl turned slowly to me. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. Her face was turning red and her lower lip quivered.
"It's gonna be alright Ghost Girl, we won't be here forever." Blade reassured gently.
A woman with black her and a slight tan came in, the door shutting with a loud hiss.
"Hello there," she cooed. "I believe you've met the DUS's here. We've had a….scuffle….recently, but everything's back to normal now." She said cheerily. "We even have guests. I'm Rachel, care to tell me everything about you?" she said a bit slightly, like she was talking to a sparkling.
I stayed eerily silent.
There was an awkward silence before Rachel broke it and said, "Well then, I guess we'll just refresh our friends' memories."
It was then I noticed dozens of men coming in, heavily armed; enough to instantly kill humans and cause slight damage to us.
Blade was released, and she struggled, killing and knocking away dozens of men and shoved onto a bed, her hands still handcuffed. She screamed as the men grabbed knives and brutally stabbed her.
She spit out heavy curses and was cut and stabbed. She rose into the air, but knives were tossed with perfect aim to her. Her hair, which had been choppy and even since I first met her, was cut by knives as she ducked and twisted. She was thrown right into me.
Hitting me in the chest, she clumsily stood up, fists ready.
She fought back, but what shocked me was how many people came in. They were now pulling out guns and other heavy artillery.
Blade grabbed a man by the neck, tossed him to the ground and grabbed his dagger.
She fought mercilessly, a look a true death on her face.
Blade was fighting a strong, young man with bright red hair.
His gun had been knocked out of his hand and he was fighting with his knife, and Blade obviously had the upper hand.
Blade wasn't even putting her best effort into it; that was obvious. She finally grabbed his knife wrist and twisted it, snapping the bones cleanly, expertly, in half.
Then she punched him in the nose. A very loud crack was heard, and the man fell to the floor, blood pooling out around him, practically bathing him in it.
"She pushed the bones of his nose straight into the back of his head and into his brains." Ratchet said in awe, slight disgust, pain, and horror. Blade punched the window, and Rachel stumbled backwards, shrieking like mad. The window shattered instantly and hit Rachel, causing some minor cuts.
She was about to kill Rachel when a man, about 20 – 25, came up and twisted her fist into her back.
Doing some scans on him, I sensed that he was a fragging decepticon, Knock Out.
Blade panted, and for a moment I thought she was actually in, pain, trapped, and about to die and she could see her death.
Damn was I wrong.
Blade stilled, and then she whirled around and kick Knock Out in the hip.
She punched him in the face and slammed her hand into his chest, using her ability to slam him into the wall next to Kingdom and Ratchet.
He got up, whipping energon off his face.
Blade did a roundhouse kick to his face, but he grabbed her ankle, showing off her pale skin.
He twisted it around and sent her to the floor, not expecting her other foot to kick him in the face. he kept a grip on her ankle as she did quite the damage to his face and stomach. Knock Out through her backwards with his own brute strength. She grunted and stood up. Blade blocked his blows with her arms and wrists and even her leg.
She was thrown backwards again, but she reached for a knife lying on the ground, which was covered in her blood.
She stood up and tossed it with dead on aim.
It him in the chest, where his spark chamber should be. He gasped, and his holoform shimmered before disappearing.
There was silence as Blade looked around the room.
She leaned over the broken window and typed something a computer keyboard.
There was a large beep and the cuffs popped right off.
I stood and looked at the massacre of dead bodies. The place had white walls and mirrors…..red walls….
Blade straitened up and looked around once more.
"Come on," she said her voice hoarse. "We need to get out of here. I have a feeling this is another trap. Surprises, surprises, fun for the cat but hell for the mouse." She grumbled.
"Ain't that the bloody truth." I snapped.
She grabbed the edge of the window and flipped over. "Don't bother with the door," she called lazily. "All that would do is set off the alarm, and I don't want any more trouble." I climbed over the edge, landing on my feet and breaking glass.
I tried to deactivate my holoform, but I couldn't.
"Can any of you deactivate your holoforms?" I asked them.
Ratchet's brow furrowed, and he shook his head no.
"It has to be glitched." He said angrily.
"Sort of," Blade said, typing on that computer.
"According to this, your alt forms were messed up when they tried to do research on you. The decepticons are working with them. They've put you on your holoforms and your other forms are in stasis lock and in their alt forms. You're stuck like this." She said, somewhat smugly.
"This day just gets better and better." I said.
Phew that chapter took awhile! I wanted to squeeze in everything I could. Sorry I didn't update sooner, I have so much homework and stuff to do, so I've been busy.
Sorry! Please REVIEW and Ironhide will come to your house selling Girl Scout cookies in a pink tutu and claim his dream job would be to be a ballerina!
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