Okay, this chapter definitely isn't the best, but it got everything across that I wanted to get across. My inner demon seems to come out as I'm writing as well. Anyways, thank you so much for all the support I have been getting for this definitely sick and twisted story. I appreciate all the reviews and all the people that take the time to read it. You guys are awesome. Here's another chapter for ya'll.
Freefall
Miko bit her lip in order to keep from screaming. She squeezed her eyes closed; throwing her head back against the metal slab she was restrained on. Her wrists were already bruised from struggling against the restraints that were much tighter than what they needed to be.
"This wouldn't hurt as much if you would just hold still."
She glared at the drone as he treated her injuries. "You're no doctor," she spat, "You know nothing about human anatomy or anything else."
"I am surprised you can move this much considering the nature of your injuries. Lord Megatron was right, you are resilient," the drone replied as it treated her wounds, "Besides, would you rather have Knockout tending to your injuries?"
"I'm sure Doc Knock would've been gracious enough to rip me apart. Does he even know I'm here?"
"If rumors that Megatron is fragging a human have reached his audios then perhaps, but don't flatter yourself. You are an organic, even as a drone I am superior to you."
"Remind me again who is getting fragged by Megatron and who isn't and never will be?"
"Megatron would never lower himself to such standards."
"Yet he'd frag a human."
Miko gasped suddenly as the drone thrust a few fingers into her. He chuckled as he felt around, causing Miko to squirm as she tried to get away from him but couldn't. "Warm…wet…tight," the drone stated, "I can see why." He removed his fingers and resumed treating her wounds.
Miko didn't say anything else. She waited for him to finish. When he finally had, he draped a blanket over her, concealing her nudity. "Your injuries are not severe," the drone stated as he removed the restraints, "Merely cuts and bruises. However, you may be suffering from a bit of whiplash, not only from being ejected from Bulkhead but also from Megatron's whipping."
"If you're trying to be funny you really suck at it."
"You must clean yourself, my lord commands it. He will have nothing to do with your filthy organic ways."
"Tell your lord that he can kiss my ass."
"I will relay your message," the drone remarked, "After you have bathed, you will be fed and then you will be allowed to rest. If you require further assistance—
"I'm good," Miko stated, wincing as she sat up on the table. Her whole body ached from the day's earlier events. She knew she would feel worse tomorrow. She groaned as she stood, wrapping the blanket around her in order to conceal her nakedness. The drone shook its head as it watched her.
"Come with me," he said.
Though there was exquisite pain in each of her steps, Miko followed him out the door and to a different room. "You will be staying here," the drone said, "Lord Megatron had this room prepared for you to suit your organic needs."
"I will take care of you."
"How kind of him," she remarked sarcastically before she stepped inside the room, the door hissing shut behind her. She glanced around. Like Megatron's quarters, this room was poorly furnished. There was a bed, a couch, and a bathroom. She sighed as she sat down on the bed, pulling the blanket closer in an effort to get warmer. Her body ached and stung, her heart hurt.
Miko closed her eyes in an effort to forget where she was, in an effort to forget everything that had happened. She had been raped by Megatron again, but not just raped; he had defiled her right on Bulkhead's backseat. As soon as they had gotten back to the Nemesis, he used the relic to make her large and proceeded to beat her, not to the point of killing her but hard enough to teach her a lesson.
She had told him she loved him.
The three words she only dared to tell Bulkhead, the three words that meant everything to him, the three words that were only meant for the Wrecker she had spilled into Megatron's mouth and he had sealed them there. She wondered if he had eaten them, locking them within him forever. He had already devoured the rest of her.
Miko didn't bother to wipe a tear away as it slipped out of her eye and ran down her cheek. "I miss you, Bulk," she breathed.
"When we get back to base, I'll help you get cleaned up."
"Tell Bulkhead what really happened against that rock face. Tell him what you told me."
"Miko, I love you..."
"Tell him how you didn't resist."
"…remember how much I do."
"You said you wanted me."
"Don't you ever forget how I feel about you."
"You said you were obsessed with getting my attention."
"I'm sorry, Bulkhead," she cried, her insides feeling like they were breaking as her shoulders heaved, "When I said I wanted his attention, this is not what I meant…I only ever wanted to be your girl."
She pulled the blanket over her head. She didn't want to be seen. She didn't want to be heard or felt. She didn't want to exist. She wanted everything to end. She had enough of the hurt, enough of letting Bulkhead down, enough of never being noticed. She closed her eyes, still sniffling. She didn't want to have to go back to the Autobots this time, not if she could get Megatron to kill her first.
"I'm sorry, Bulk," she breathed as she fell asleep.
"Miss Nakadai, you need to eat."
"Go away," she mumbled, pulling the blanket back over her head.
"It's been two days since you have eaten anything," the concerned drone said, "Lord Megatron said that if you don't start eating that you will be force-fed."
"Then tell him I did eat and it was delicious."
"Miss Nakadai…"
"My name is Miko."
"Miko, then," the drone said, "Please eat."
"Haven't you ever heard that humans live and die by the rule of three? Three minutes without air, three hours without heat, three days without water, three weeks without food…and whoops you're dead."
"Lord Megatron forbids—
"Tell your almighty one that if he wants to get anymore fucks in that he might want to hurry up. I've only had a few glasses of water in the last couple of days. But if not, I'm going back to sleep."
"As you wish," the Eradicon replied.
Miko listened as the drone crossed the floor, the door hissing shut behind it as it left. She peeked out from under the blanket only to see it had left the food behind. She tried to ignore how good the food smelled. Instead she buried herself back beneath the blanket, covering her nose as she willed herself to fall back to sleep.
Her eyelids were just beginning to droop when the drone returned, this time accompanied by three other drones. "No!" she shouted as she was forced to sit up. A drone pinned her where she was as another held her head steady.
"Will you eat on your own?" a third drone asked.
"No," she spat, only to have her mouth forced open and a feeding tube shoved down the back of her throat and into her esophagus.
The fourth drone poured some kind of liquid concoction into the tube. Miko felt it slide into her stomach. The drone that had her pinned laughed as tears slid out of her eyes. "You will be kept alive," he said, "Lord Megatron forbids your death. If this is how you wish to be fed, then this is how we will feed you."
She squeezed her eyes closed, unable to respond.
"Perhaps we should bathe her as well; I doubt she has cleaned herself in the last couple days."
"We could find out what it is about her that Megatron likes so much. He'd never know."
Miko's eyes shot open in horror. The feeding tube was removed from her mouth as she was dragged over to the bathroom. "No," she said as she tried to jerk herself away, "You can't do this, I'll tell Megatron, I'll tell him!"
"Will you?" one of the drones asked as she was forced inside.
There was nothing Miko could do to stop the four of them as they bathed her, cleaning areas they were not allowed to touch. She tried to get away from the four pairs of hands that held her down, from the claws that fingered her, but they rendered her immobile. There was nothing she could do as she was raped four times, once by each drone.
"You are an organic, even as a drone I am superior to you."
"This wouldn't hurt so much if you would just hold still."
"This is what you get for sleeping with Bulkhead."
They left her in the bathroom, naked and shivering. Miko stared after them, her eyes wide and filled with pain. "I didn't want this," she gasped. She shook her head as powerful sobs escaped her throat, racking her body. She buried her face in her hands before she screamed. She didn't care if someone heard as she let loose scream after scream after scream until her voice became hoarse.
No one came running.
With shaking hands, she wiped away her tears. She brushed her hair and dried it. She went back over to the bed and wrapped herself up in the blanket before sitting down. She eyed the sleeping pills and muscle relaxers the drones had given her over the last couple days. She had complained that she was sore from the accident. They had given her those and rather than taking them, she had stockpiled them, just in case.
She grabbed the few pills and a bottle of water. She swallowed one. Two. Three. Four. Five.
"Miko, I love you, remember how much I do."
She ran into the bathroom and forced two fingers down her throat, gagging herself. She bent over the toilet as she threw up, her body retching painfully. The toilet flushed when she finished. She went back to the bed, collapsing upon it. She buried herself under the blanket, still wanting to die.
"Thanks, Bulk, for saving my life."
"Bulkhead, I believe I found a way for you to remove the pretender technology."
From where he was sitting, the Wrecker looked to the medical officer. "Did you?" he asked.
"Apparently if you twist it a certain way it will pop right off," Ratchet said as he approached the rehabilitating Wrecker.
Bulkhead offered him one of his hands and Ratchet gave the gold band a small twist. It clanged loudly as it fell onto the floor. The medic went on to remove the next. Bulkhead rubbed his wrists once the bands were off, grateful that his wrists were no longer being constricted.
"I wish I could be a transformer. I could fight Megatron that way. I could be with you."
"Miko, you're perfect the way you are. You mean just as much to me."
"But being human isn't enough."
"It's enough, Miko."
"It's not enough to have you."
Bulkhead closed his optics briefly, turning his gaze to the floor. Ratchet observed his sudden moroseness and asked, "Everything alright?"
"Just wondering about Miko," he replied.
"You don't still believe she wants to be with Megatron, do you?"
"Why else would she want his attention?"
"Bulkhead, think about everything she has done for you. She wouldn't leave you in that cave even when Starscream showed up. She got that synthetic energon formula out of your head. She's always come back to you. If that isn't enough to convince you, then I don't know what is. I know you've told Miko not to believe anything Megatron says. I say it's best you take your own advice."
"Can I keep that?" Bulkhead asked, gesturing to the pretender technology.
Ratchet eyed him skeptically before saying, "If you must."
"Thanks, Ratch," Bulkhead replied before taking the technology and walking away.
From then on, Miko ate without being prompted. She showered every day. She obeyed the drones lest they decided to violate her again for disobeying Megatron's orders. It wasn't long before her wounds healed and she was left trying to figure out how to occupy her time. She asked the drones for paper, for pencils, for a way to listen to music, for video games, for anything to distract her from her thoughts.
They brought her a device that scanned radio frequencies and broadcasted them. Miko let the violent rhythms of Slash Monkey and other metal and hard rock bands pound into her soul. She was allowed to draw and she drew fantastic images of the Autobots, of Jack, Sierra, Vince, Raf, June, Agent Fowler, the Decepticons, of herself and she hung them all over the place. She talked to them, pretending they were real, praying that they would respond but they never did.
Finally, she was given clothes. She was given tights, bras, panties, shirts, skirts, and pants. She wore her favorite assortments selfishly. She had never loved clothing as much until now.
Miko stood in front of the mirror wearing only a bra and panties as she looked herself over. She traced her fingertips over scars that she could only cover up, memories that she could hide but never escape from. No matter what she did in order to try to forget everything, reality always served as a painful reminder.
She turned, sizing herself up, making sure her injuries were in fact healed. She sighed as she started to put her hair up. She glanced up into the mirror only to gasp in surprise. Megatron's reflection was grinning back.
A hand brushed her hair to the side as lips pressed against the back of her neck. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he kissed his way down her shoulder. She shuddered. He chuckled, "Miss me, Miko?"
"Hardly," she replied.
"Mmm," he purred, "And here I thought a few days apart would soften you up. Have the drones been treating you well?"
"They treated me just as you would have, rape and all."
Miko cringed as a guttural cry of fury rumbled free from his throat. "You're lying!" he seethed as he yanked her around so she was facing him.
"I am not a liar. It happened on my third day here. There were four of them and I blame you entirely."
"Me?" he growled, "If you weren't so fragile this would have never happened. You have yourself to blame."
This time Miko glared at him, "You always have the choice, the power to kill me, but you never do. I didn't come here willingly; I didn't choose to be yours. I blame you for everything."
"Do not forget it was you that sought my attention," he snarled, his optics burning with anger, "I did not come looking for you and you would be wise to remember that."
"You should have killed me."
He smirked, "To die is to escape. You will never escape me, Miko, not even in death. I will make you suffer."
She yanked herself free from his grasp, turning back to face the mirror. "I will die," she said, "I am human."
"You delight me," he purred, encircling his arms around her waist as he kissed the nape of her neck, "I favor you, my sin. My beautiful, wretched sin."
A small gasp escaped her throat as Miko felt herself pulled directly against him. His clawed fingers traced up and down her torso. She leaned against him, her walls falling. Seduced. Captured. His. She was all his.
"Don't ever forget you're my girl, Miko."
She closed her eyes.
She didn't want to hurt Bulkhead with the truth, it would be a lie to say she hadn't enjoyed every moment spent with Megatron, pinned against that rock face…
"You're mine, Miko Nakadai."
"Please," she breathed.
He took one of her bra straps in his sharp teeth before easing it down her shoulder, kissing the exposed flesh there. "Does Optimus realize your worth at all or does he favor the other two humans?" he asked.
"He's quicker to scold me than ask for my help."
"He must know that you are dangerous, that you are of much greater use to the Decepticons than to him."
"I am useless—
"Optimus makes you useless. You ruthlessly murdered my fiercest Insecticon warrior. Does that mean nothing to him?"
Miko didn't say anything. Megatron chuckled against her throat before he whispered, "It means everything to me."
"I am of no use to you."
"Has Optimus never told you that you are capable of being a fine warrior?"
"Are you insane? I'm too weak to fight for you."
"Yes, your soul was wasted when it was placed inside of a human shell. Though, my dear, if I could, I would free you of that curse," he said, "You deserve to walk among the gods."
"You would get sick of me," she protested, "There are other femmes out there that could serve you better than I ever could."
"I do not doubt that, however, femmes are a limited resource. Why waste my time looking for another femme of your attributes when I already have you?"
"I cannot serve you."
"Wouldn't you?" he asked as he lazily trailed kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, "If you had the ability, would you do anything for me?"
Miko shuddered as he tilted her face towards his. He kissed her lightly, a clawed hand tracing over the delicate curves of her body. She didn't understand how he knew where to touch her to make her feel like melting into him. She didn't understand why she craved him. She slipped into a haze, completely lost. Her body ached for him. Her heart and soul, every part of her wanted him. She was slipping out of Bulkhead's grasp, free falling into Megatron's arms.
"Don't you dare believe him and don't you ever forget how I feel about you."
"I wish I could be a transformer. I could fight Megatron that way. I could be with you."
"If I could, I would free you of that curse. You deserve to walk among the gods."
When falling, it was instinct to grab onto something, not to let go. But who was she to grab onto, Bulkhead or Megatron?
"I would…" she breathed. She felt him smile.
"Would you be so willing?"
"I need you."
"Yes, Miko, yes you do. I am the only one who sees you for who you are and the only one who ever will."
Miko watched, stunned, as Megatron suddenly fastened a necklace around her neck. The chain was made of diamonds, the pendant made of amethyst. "Wh-Where did you get this?" she asked.
"I had the rocks mined and the drones made the necklace," he replied, "Is it to your liking?"
"I'd be lying if I said no…but, why? I'm not your…" she hesitated, "Whatever the equivalent to the word 'girlfriend' is in your lingo."
"No, you are unworthy of such a distinction, such an honor as long as you are human," he remarked, "I take you to berth for my gratification, not yours. Do not be mistaken. The necklace is to show how I favor you over the rest of your kind. There is a lot more I can decorate you with in order to show my favor."
"This is enough."
"Then come with me to berth."
Before Miko could respond, he spun her around to face him. He beheld her for a moment before capturing her mouth with his. She groaned as she felt his arm snake around the small of her back before he pulled her against him. Sharp fingertips traced up her spine, causing her to shudder and involuntarily lean into him. He undid the clasps to her bra. The straps slid off her arms and the garment fell to the floor.
Megatron kissed downwards, his lips caressing over her skin as he sank down to one knee. He pulled her closer as he kissed down her torso, his lips reaching her waistline. A breath hitched in Miko's throat as he kissed her through her panties. The thin fabric did nothing to shield her from the sensations of his rough maw caressing her. A blush lit up her face as he took her panties between his teeth and slid them down to her knees.
"So wet already," he purred, licking the wetness that had seeped down the inside of her thighs, "You taste so sweet."
Miko gasped and nearly fell over as he traced his glossa along her slit. He held her steady as she clutched onto his shoulders. She squeezed her eyes closed, groaning lightly as he French kissed what should have been forbidden to him. She trembled as he fingered her, slowly, teasing his fingertips in and out.
"Miko," he rumbled, his voice vibrating through her.
"Ah!" she cried out at the unexpected pleasure. She cracked an eye open and looked down at him. Even when he was on his knees she was still at his complete mercy. "Megatron…" she breathed, "Please…"
"Please what, my dear?"
"D-Don't stop."
He looked up at her, his optics flaring with amusement. "Do my audios deceive me or are you willing?" he asked as he slowly rose back to his feet.
She could only submit, but the idea of submission ignited a flurry of excitement in her belly. While she was terrified of the consequences, part of her hoped that the Decepticon leader wouldn't let her go. The Autobots had always worked so hard to keep her away from the Decepticons, away from danger, but their efforts only fueled the burning desire she had to actually capture the attention of the enemy.
"Completely," she breathed, daring to reach out and press herself against him.
A wicked laugh escaped his throat as he forced her onto the bed face first. Miko listened as his panel hissed open and grunted as he hoisted her hips upwards. She cursed into the pillow as he entered her.
"Tell me," he breathed as he fucked her, "Who does it better…Bulkhead or me?"
"You," she moaned, biting her lip as he drove himself into her relentlessly.
"And who…ahhh…is your escape?"
"You."
"And who do you love?"
"You, Megatron," she breathed as she buried her face in the pillow. "Harder," she groaned.
She bit the pillow as he obliged, laughing wildly as he did so. "If only you were of my kind," he breathed lustfully.
She wished it more than anything. "You would…be beneath me," she panted as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Oh, Miko…nothing turns me on more than a femme who challenges my superiority."
"You must love Arcee and Airachnid then."
"No, neither of them are as fearless as you," he breathed as he pounded himself into her.
"I could beat you…nnnh…I could—ahh!—dominate you."
He laughed. Miko's leg's trembled as the pleasure became too great. With a groan, she came, liquid seeping out of her as her muscles constricted around Megatron's spike. Megatron cursed as the feeling of her orgasm triggered his own. He spilled himself inside her, filling her with his essence.
"Miko," he breathed, his cooling fans whining loudly.
"What?" she asked, too sore to move.
He chuckled tiredly as he pulled out of her and laid beside her on the bed. He pulled her against him before pulling the blanket over her. Miko snuggled into the blanket, enjoying the feeling of Megatron's powerful embrace. Silence filled the room. Miko closed her eyes to sleep.
"Did you draw all these pictures?"
She opened her eyes as Megatron pulled one of her drawings off the wall. "Yes…" she breathed as she watched him examine the drawing. It was of Optimus dueling against Nemesis Prime.
"Who is this?"
"Nemesis Prime," she answered with a yawn, "The leader of MECH, Silas, created him."
"Who?"
"The guy who dissected Breakdown and stole Bumblebee and Starscream's T-Cog. He learned enough about your biology to make the antithesis of Optimus Prime. He wasn't a sentient being since Silas controlled him manually."
Megatron continued to glance over the images. Some of them he simply didn't understand. There were pictures of Soundwave acting as a disc-jockey and operating a turn table, there was a picture of her and him both playing electric guitars with sunglasses on, pictures of her and Bulkhead, pictures of Jack and some other human female he didn't recognize. One of the pictures caught his eye.
In it, he was kneeling, cradling a naked, injured, and unconscious Miko in his arms. He had black, featherlike angel wings protruding from his back as he gazed heavenwards. On the bottom of the picture, she had written: Rise Above.
With a satisfied smile, he hung the picture back up before he closed his optics and allowed sleep to overtake him. Miko listened as the tyrant fell asleep beside her. She rolled over, turning her back to him. She gazed down the length of his arm, eyeing the powerful cannon he had her tucked under. A surge of elation stung through her.
He was wearing the shape modifier.
She could leave. She could shrink down and escape. She could go back to the Autobots, back to Bulkhead…
Bulkhead, the very partner she had just betrayed.
She squeezed her eyes closed. She didn't know who to grab a hold of, she didn't know who to let go. She hated Megatron more than she loved him. But she wanted him more than she wanted Bulkhead. It was impossible to have both, but if she stayed here…
"Warm…wet…tight, I can see why."
"We could find out what it is about her that Megatron likes so much. He'd never know."
Carefully, she got out of the berth and dressed herself as quietly as she could. Once clothed, she went back over and pointed the relic at herself. It activated and Miko shrunk back down to her normal size. She didn't hesitate after it finished as she ran over to the door and slipped between the cracks, escaping the room.
"You there, what are you doing?"
Miko looked up; she hadn't been expecting a drone to be guarding the door. Thinking quickly she replied, "Megatron has orders for me to return to the surface. He wouldn't have shrunken me down otherwise or let me out of the room."
The drone glanced between her and the door before saying, "I will escort you to a groundbridge."
"Told you I just needed to borrow it for a while," Smokescreen stated as he looked to the medic, "Ratchet here thought I was trying to steal your relics."
"Only until you explained your plan, which I then sanctioned," Ratchet fired back, "It's called protocol."
"Ratchet is correct," Optimus stated, "Standard procedure must be observed by every member of this team. However, I also believe we must commend Smokescreen. He has proven to be a quick study by choosing to place strategy above bravado."
"There'll be no living with him now," Arcee remarked.
"While this may lack the pageantry of an elite guard ceremony, I wish to welcome you to Team Prime," Optimus remarked.
Smokescreen looked to the others to see if he had their approval just as a gasp filled the room. Everyone looked to Jack who was leaning over the platform, staring towards the entrance of the base. "Miko!" he exclaimed.
Miko looked up only to catch the gazes of the Autobots. She sank down to her knees, exhausted and sore. Arcee immediately ran over to her and knelt in front of her. "Miko, are you okay?" she asked.
"Just…fine," she breathed.
"Does she require a medical assist?" Ratchet asked from where she was.
"I said I'm fine!" she yelled as struggled to get back on her feet. "Who's he?" she asked, pointing to Smokescreen.
"Smokescreen," Arcee replied, "Our new recruit."
"You're replacing Bulkhead?" she demanded.
"No," Optimus answered, "Bulkhead's position on our team remains secure."
"Miko…"
"Bulk!" she shouted before scampering over to him and crushing his leg in a hug.
"Careful," the Wrecker said, "I'm still unsteady on my feet."
"I missed you," she whimpered.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft, "Megatron didn't hurt you too bad, did he?"
"Wasn't just him this time," she replied.
Bulkhead was so furious; he didn't even know what to do. He dropped the pretender technology out of his hand before he crushed it out of fury. The two gold bands landed just behind Miko. Enraged, he shook Miko off him before turning and heading deeper into the base. "Bulkhead?" Miko asked as she watched her guardian walk away.
He didn't stop. He didn't turn around.
"Bulkhead!" she cried after him, tears leaking out of her eyes. He still didn't acknowledge her, he kept walking. She collapsed to her knees, trying to hold back her sobs. "Don't walk away," she breathed, unable to make her voice any louder as pain ripped through her heart. He had told her that he would never leave her alone…
"Come back!" she wailed, the sobs breaking free.
"Miko…" a voice breathed behind her.
She whipped around only to see Optimus standing there. "This is your fault!" she screamed as she climbed to her feet, "Megatron was right about you!"
A pained expression went across his face, "Miko, I—
"I don't care!" she yelled before running for the elevator and disappearing inside of it.
"…Okay," Smokescreen remarked, "Does anyone want to tell me what's going on?"
As soon as she was off the elevator, Miko took off running across the top of the silo. She only stopped when she reached the edge of the cliff. As she gazed downwards, her tears slowly ceased. She kicked at the edge, watching as a few rocks went tumbling over, falling downwards and out of sight.
"I should've never left," she breathed as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, "I've never helped the Autobots, I betrayed Bulkhead; the only thing I'm good at is being a whore. A filthy, Decepticon whore."
Miko knew sometimes it was better not to question why. She didn't know why she ever wanted Megatron's attention. She didn't know why she had ever given into him. She didn't know why she had told him she obsessed about him. She didn't know why she told him she loved him. She didn't want to know why.
She hurt everyone around her, the ones she cared about the most, the ones she knew she could never live without. She hated herself for believing Megatron. She hated herself for ever wanting him, for still wanting to quiver under his dark embrace.
Miko gazed over the edge, her heart crippled with pain. Never, ever had she wanted to see Bulkhead walk away. More than anything, she wanted the pain to end.
She didn't want to be seen. She didn't want to be heard or felt. She didn't want to exist. She wanted everything to end. She had enough of the hurt, enough of letting Bulkhead down, enough of never being noticed.
She looked down. It had taken the World Trade Center victims less than 10 seconds to fall to their deaths…the Autobot base wasn't nearly as high. She could hit rock bottom in five. Five seconds and everything could be over. No more pain. No more attention seeking. No more Bulkhead. No more Megatron. No more Miko. Five seconds. She could look upwards as she fell, heavenwards.
Rise above.
Miko looked to the sky as she drew back. "I'll never forget you, Bulk. I'll never forget anything. You meant the world to me…you still do." She looked straight ahead. Everything was still.
Miko ran forward, hurling herself off the edge.
Welp. There you be. I have every intention of dragging Optimus, Starscream, and Knockout into this story kicking and screaming. But until the next chapter, please review!
