I feel so cruel. I`m slowly turning the once cuddly and tragic Soundwave into a brutal and obsessed monster.

Oh well, I did say he was insane, didn`t I?

Personally, the two themes I love in literature are; sex and insanity. (They go greatly together too ;D) So I think the darker direction this is heading in is inevitable. But hey, love comes in many different colours. Soundwaves colour just happens to be… black? Maybe a really dark purple? Perhaps even maroon?

ANYWAYS! Onto the story. Enjoy~

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The first thing Katalyn did when she woke up was open a window and poke her head out. The wheat fields she was used to seeing were replaced with a bustling cityscape. There were cars and taxis flooding the narrow streets that surrounded her aunt`s building. Not was everything always crowded, but everything was also loud, and there was this distinct smell that lingered in the air. She didn`t necessarily hate it, the city did have it`s perks after all, but she did loathe it. Compared to the home she once knew, the city was a cruel joke. She never really understood what the big deal about cities were. It always seemed as if everyone longed to move out of their big, spacious homes, and into a tiny apartment complex.

Why in the world would anyone want that?

Another great mystery of the world, she presumed.

"Hey there Kitty Kat." Her eccentric aunt suddenly tore the door open, smiling a practiced smile. She had a phone pressed to her chest, and Katalyn presumed whoever was on the other side was currently on hold. "I gotta run, my meetings been changed to 8a.m. instead of 9a.m., can you get to school by yourself?"

Katalyn mumbled a: "Sure thing," before her aunt closed the door and left.

Her Aunt Tracy was always busy. Even when she didn`t have to be. Katalyn knew for a fact that the woman had over a hundred vacation days saved up, yet she never used them. Something about wanting her boss to think the workplace couldn`t function without her. Why anyone would want to skip a vacation day was beyond her. Another mystery she supposed.

Coyly the girl glanced at the clock in her 'room'. There were still two hours until her classes started, and the subway wasn`t due until an hour and a half. Lazily she headed to her suitcase, popping it open to see what grand outfit she`d be dawning today. It almost seemed as if school in the city was harder than school in the country. Everything was always so crowded, and everyone was always so busy. Everyone acted as if there was so much to do and never enough time.

On the bright side, keeping busy was probably a good thing. The more her mind focused on the hectic urban lifestyle, the less she had to think about him. It wasn`t entirely easy though, but then how could it be? How could a person dismiss something that`s always been there? A companion she shared her life with? In fact, his absence made her think even more about him. Every time she noticed the silence, the loneliness, her thoughts would instantly turn to him. She hated this, why did she have to miss him?

Oh right, because deep down, the little girl that first met him was still helplessly in love.

On the bright side, soon she`d have bigger things to worry about. University being on the top of that list. Next month her high school years would come to a close, and she`d be taking on the trials of post-secondary. Unsurprisingly, she wasn`t too excited.

(Meanwhile~)

When Soundwave knocked, he was surprised to see the little blonde fleshling open the door. Caleb looked a little sadder than usual as he looked up at the mech`s holoform.

"What do you want?" the boy sneered, his manners as lost as always. Soundwave momentarily considered ripping the scrapling to pieces. But then again, he was in enough trouble as it was, no need to worsen Katalyn`s already growing hatred for him.

"I`ve come to see your sister." Soundwave replied smoothly, clasping his hands and trying to act somewhat mature.

"She`s gone." The boy mumbled, looking extremely bitter for a moment. "She`s… forget it. Go away." The boy was about to slam the door when Soundwave easily slipped his foot in between. The force of the door almost hurt. Almost.

"Where did she go?" the mech allowed his voice to drop to a more menacing octave.

"What`s it to you?" Caleb continued to try to close the door, "I said go away!"

"Caleb?" a new, more feminine voice intercepted the conversation, and Soundwave took a step back as Mrs. Alder opened the door to its full length. She glanced at her son before making eye-contact with the mech. Said mech couldn`t help but notice how her eyes narrowed into angered slits. "Can I help you?" she spoke venomously, as if she knew what he had done. But that was impossible. Surely Katalyn wouldn`t tell, surely she would never put her parents in danger, surely…

"Is Katalyn available?" the mech got right to the point, hoping the femme would be more cooperative than her younger counterpart.

"No, she is not." The woman replied, "You know, everything was alright until you showed up. Next thing I know my baby`s in danger. I don`t know what it is you want, but I don`t want to see you here again. Kids like you need to leave my girl alone, understand? She`s not interested in your bad crowd."

The Cybertronians patience was beginning to run out. Where was his companion? What were these people talking about? Where had she gone?

"Where is she!?' Soundwave practically growled the words out, clearly startling the older woman as she took a step back.

"Get off my porch, now." She didn`t take kindly to his tone, "Or I will call the police…. Get inside Caleb." The woman attempted to close the door, but not before Soundwave rammed his entire force into it, practically tearing it off it`s hinges. Mrs. Alder stared wide-eyed as the door stumbled to the floor before glancing at the violently frustrated man in the doorway.

"Caleb go get your father!" Miss Alder practically ordered it as she moved out of the mechs way. Deciding not to pay them any heed, Soundwave bolted up the staircase, almost tearing Katalyn`s bedroom door as well.

What he saw shook him to his core.

The room was barren, her sheets and posters were still there, but everything else seemed to be gone. Her closet was open but empty, her desk a void of the knick knacks that usually resided there. Her phone which always laid attached to her charger was gone, and by the looks of it so was she. Soundwave began to panic. It was a demented and helpless panic. The equivalent of a mother who had lost a child, that sense of fear unlike anything you could know. Silently the mech felt his sanity deteriorate, the maturity he had managed to muster at the door was gone. Completely dissolved into something desperate and terrified.

"You have five seconds to get off my property!" Frederick was suddenly behind him, gun pointed at the back of the con`s head. Soundwave very carefully considered his next actions. In a blur he had grabbed the gun out of the mans hand, throwing it to the other side of the room. Instantly his hands shot to Fredericks throat as he pinned the man up on the wall. The man himself seemed startled at the mechs strength, but that shock turned to desperation as the man thrashed.

Briefly Soundwave recalled the life that he had spent with this man. There was a time where Frederick was his one companion, his one silent, secluded, and selfish companion. It was impossible for the `con to feel any ounce of remorse as he squeezed tightly. He would have done it too, he would have killed him without a struggle. Frederick was no one to him, just another weak, vulgar, licentious human life to be disposed of.

It was in those last few seconds that he saw a flash of Katalyn in Fredericks eyes. Soundwave could picture his companion; scared and betrayed under his grip. It hit him like a wave, the horror registering in his sensors in one massive, washing swoop. He shook as he dropped the man.

"You son of a bitch!" Frederick choked out a curse as he glared at the holoform, slowly attempting to regain his footing. "It was you, wasn`t it? You hurt my Katalyn?"

Your Katalyn?

For a moment, the `con humoured that thought. Humans were social animals, they so deeply longed for connection. What if he tore all her connections apart? What if he killed her family, her friends, everyone and anyone who she ever knew? Then she would only have him as company. Then she would be forced to come to him.

Besides, he was beginning to suspect that winning her over willingly was becoming impossible. He had made the wrong decisions, acted too harshly on a creature so fragile. Perhaps the only way to ever be happy with her would be through violence. Something he was quite good at really.

This could have been far easier.

If Megatron had won that day, if his great lord had taken this pathetic planet for what it was. Then he would no longer have to conform and hide for his companion`s sake. No, instead he would be in the limelight while she slaved away for him.

Oh, how he wanted her close again. He could remember the relief he felt when he would fall into stasis with her chatting away in his cockpit. He could never speak back then, and so he simply took ease in her voice, listening to whatever she spoke of as she comforted him with her presence. She was different from all the other humans he had encountered. Unlike them, she never left him, never abandoned him, until….

He would get her back. No matter what it took.

Quietly he gazed again at Fredericks trembling form, the man was no doubt weakened as he struggled to put up a fight. It was pathetic. Humans were pathetic. But, he was without a doubt her family, and this once he`d spare him. Though his chance was slipping every second, he could still try winning his Katalyn over willingly. Who knows, maybe there`s still hope for him yet?

Soundwave quickly withdrew from the room, trudging down the stairs before noticing Mrs. Alder curled up in a corner, the telephone in one hand and her son wrapped in the other. She looked terrified and determined as she stared at the floor in front of her, quietly rocking her son back and forth.

The poor things were terrified of him, Soundwave thought before remembering why he initially came here.

"Caleb…" the con was genuinely surprised at how soothing his tone was, sinister yet kind in a strange, threatening way. "You love you family, correct?" These humans always seem to care so longingly for their own.

"Leave him alone!" the woman snapped, pulling her son in closer as she looked at the holoform hatefully. "The cops will be here any second, get out now."

The con said nothing as he slammed his foot straight into the womans face, sending her falling onto the floor with a grunt. Caleb practically screamed as Soundwave delivered another kick into her ribcage. He wouldn`t kill them, he wouldn`t do that to his darling companion. But this, this 'torture' was temporary, and second nature at that too.

"Stop! Stop it!" Caleb shrieked, eyes teary as he pounded his fists against Soundwave`s chest.

Just for good measure, the con delivered one final, deafening kick into her side, almost sighing at the sweetly sickening crunch noise it made. It sounded so familiar. So homey. So deliciously refreshing.

The woman`s eyes held a glazed look to them as she stared blankly at the floorboards before her. She was lying on her side now, breathing shallow as she didn`t dare move.

"Where is my Katalyn? If you inform me of what I ask, I may consider sparing your creators." His voice continued to carry that bittersweet tone.

"She…" the boy was trembling, looking torn and terrified. Just as he should.

"Caleb!" Frederick was literally tumbling down the stairs, gun still in hand as he tried to reach his family. "Run, don`t tell him anything, get to the police, go-" The man cut off his own sentence as he lifted his gun, shooting two rounds into the holoforms stomach.

Soundwaves sensors barely registered pain, the feeling lasting only for a second before the mechanisms that made the holoform tore apart. It was quite a sight really, witnessing the holoform slowly disintegrate into nothingness. For a few minutes the family felt rejoiced and relieved. It felt as if they had survived some terrible horror movie, one that had thoroughly left its share of marks.

Of course, that comfort was short lived as the suffering family was thrown into more terror. The roof of their house was practically torn apart as missiles rained down on it, leaving the house a ruin of it`s former glory. Where the porch once stood, Soundwave rested his jet form, allowing the machinery within it to transform. It felt good, absorbing their fear as they looked up at him. He was a god compared to their squishy forms.

"Caleb!" the once sinisterly sweet voice was now replaced with a deafening roar, one that shook the boy to his core. "Answer me!" To emphasis his point, the `con lifted the boy, enjoying the way he squirmed and cried, enjoying the way his parents pleaded and screamed for their son. Slowly he lifted the boy up to his face, noticing the way the light of his red optics reflected off the fleshling. "Or I end them." Smoothly he aimed one arm at the boy`s parents, allowing his missile launcher to whirr into action, simply a trigger away from firing. He wouldn`t do it in truth, as he said earlier, he didn`t want to kill them, not if there was a way around it. But, hopefully Caleb would buy his bluff.

Actually, Soundwave suspected that if Caleb didn`t give him the answers he wanted, he might just kill one of the parents.

"Aunt Tracy!" the boy was stammering to answer, his words gurgling as he couldn`t stop crying. "South something! California! Please… I…" The `con dropped the boy, not gently, but whatever.

Soundwave noted the location before wondering if Katalyn would have been pleased with this? The boy was always such a nuisance to his dear companion. Perhaps she would enjoy seeing him like this? Weak and cowering like the useless child he was.

It was then that the Cybertronian backed away, allowing his jet form to consume him before taking off into the sky. He faintly heard sirens in the distance before disappearing completely from sight.

(Le Time Lapse~)

Katalyn sat boredly in her history class, noting the way her teacher repeated the power-point slides word for word. He seemed so bored, so depressed, as if anywhere in the world would beat his current predicament. Personally, she could care less. She did like the involved and exciting teachers, but she also enjoyed the relaxed and plain teachers. They gave her a breather between classes, something she appreciated now more than ever.

Suddenly the door was thrown open, a wild-looking boy stood there with his books in disarray.

"Ah, Mister Witwicky, finally gracing us with your presence?" the teacher seemed to put more effort in his insults than he did in his teaching.

"Busy week sir." The boy replied awkwardly before stumbling towards his desk, earning a few chuckles and whispers from the other students.

"Care to share?" the teacher pried a little.

"Um, sick. Really sick. Like… extremely sick." The boy mustered up an answer, "Like… you wouldn`t wanna be 20 feet near me. You know, coughing, diarrhea, throwing up, rashes, um…"

"Alright Mr. Witwicky!" the teacher sighed in what seemed like disgust before rolling his eyes and carrying on the monotone lesson.

"Hey."

Kat turned her head slightly to see the girl sitting beside her was whispering to the Witwicky kid.

"Are they okay?" the girl asked him.

"Lennox is doing something." Witwicky whispered back, "Some project, I don`t know yet. But, hey I….." the boy was suddenly staring at Katalyn, eyes large as he realized something. It was then that Katalyn realized it too. That boy, he was the same kid on the roof, the kid she had tackled down, the kid the aliens were after.

"What the hell?" the boy whispered harshly at her, "Are you still after me lady?!"

"What`s wrong Sam?" the other girl whispered again, sounding eager to catch on.

"Remember that crazy lady I was telling you about Mikayla? Well it`s her. She`s with the decepticons."

"Mister Witwicky, may I teach my lesson in peace?" The teacher cut in, clearly annoyed by their constant chatter.

The boy said nothing, looking down at his desk sheepishly as the teacher continued regardless.

Katalyn waited a good while before whispering; "You know the autobots, don`t you? Look I… I was on the wrong side. I didn`t know what I was doing. I met one. A `con, his name was… that doesn`t matter. He tricked me. But I… can we talk later, after class? I think you can help me?"

The boy exchanged glances with that Mikayla girl before mumbling a hesitant okay.

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Prime has yet to make his debut, but hey, you can clearly tell we`re getting there. Also, I`m really hoping my depiction of Soundwave isn`t making him 'unlovable', so to speak.

Anyways, please review! (Because they make me happy.) And have a great day~