Well, lovelies, I hope you like this! If you don't, then I don't see why you are on CHAPTER NINE of this. For those of you that DO like this, here you go!
We stop only when we find some sort of bunker, only lockable from the inside, probably a bomb shelter from World War II. We hide inside, locking the door firmly behind us. The Decepticons would have to be pretty motivated to get inside this thing. Of course, since when are they anything but? We wait for a while, listening to the battle above us. We hear crumbling and loud explosions above our heads, but don't think it means that much, just things falling.
"How clever. You four caused me quite a bit of trouble, very hard for me to follow, but now you're all inside one big container, just waiting to be found by someone," a familiar voice sneers from outside said container. The container tilts dangerous to the side, sending us tumbling. "But how to get it open, that is the trick. The metal is too thick for my holoform to get through, or else I would simply open it myself…"
I press my finger to my lips, telling the guys to be quiet. I close my eyes, trying to think. How were we going to get out of this one? The container suddenly was weightless, then gravity came back, and we hit the ground hard, though none of us dared make a noise.
"You will not have them, Megatron," Optimus growled. The container flew again, hitting the ground and tumbling, but it was enough to tell us that we were away from Megatron.
I unlock the door, shoving it open and seeing only green in front of us. We move silently, ducking through the fallen branches, swinging over rocks and such, trying to be as silent as possible. Then I spot the cliff.
Luke tries to pull Kain and Michael back from the edge, but ends up tumbling down himself, leaving the boys in a heap at the bottom. I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from calling out, instead worriedly examining the cliffside, trying to find a safe way to reach them.
"Look out!" Luke calls out, and I spin around, my heels at the edge, wings out for balance, seeing Megatron's holoform startlingly close to me. I almost step back, almost, but then I remember the cliff.
"Come closer," he orders. I take the smallest step forward, so there is about an inch between me and the edge. "Hello, Girl. You remember me, don't you? You shot me and kept me from killing that pathetic Autobot," he purred.
"You know how eerily similar that is to something that you say to Sam in an alternate universe? Like, interchange a few words, and it's the same," I reply.
"Ah, yes. I wasn't sure if what my intelligence officer told me was true. So you four are from a different dimension."
"Yeah, Soundwave was right," I growl, stepping back that inch I had taken.
"Tell me, do you hate the All Spark for putting you here?" he asked smoothly.
"Do you?" I counter. He pauses at that. "Because I sure wish it hadn't," I finish the taunt. It's enough to get him to grab for me, and in my surprise, I step back. Only air met my feet. I was suspended by a hand wrapped around my throat, keeping me from falling. "Oh, shit, didn't think that one through, bastard," I hiss through my teeth.
"My my, you must be more careful, Girl. I'm sure that the insects would be mortified to see a broken angel at the bottom of the cliff," he purred, pulling me back from the edge, my feet still not touching the ground. I so wanted to say the comeback I had in mind, but I had no way to get air so I could speak.
Until Megatron tossed me to the ground, far away from the edge. I could hear the muffled shouts of the guys, but my ears were ringing from the impact force of hitting the ground. "I'm hardly an angel," I growl, getting to my feet once more. I glare at the holoform defiantly. "But you, you're just an ass," I taunt.
"Do you never learn to hold your tongue, Girl?" he growled, coming after me again. I barely manage to dodge him, once again between him and the guys.
"Would you idiots run already?" I snap down at them. "We need help," I add when they still don't move.
They move quickly, out of sight before I turn back to Megatron, anger still filling me.
"Oh, and I've been raised to speak my mind, then face the consequences. Not to stay quiet," I tell him.
"Then your creators taught you wrong," he growled, grabbing for me and missing again.
"I never said that it was my parents that taught me that," I spit, kicking out the next time he made to grab me. He grunted, but it didn't really affect him. He was a holoform after all, and he was probably multitasking between fighting Optimus with his real body and me in his holo.
Megatron didn't give an immediate comment to what I had said, but when he did, it hurt. "It doesn't truly matter anymore, does it? Because now they are all gone. Erased. As though they never existed. The only proof you have that they existed is on your phone," he growled. He held up the small device in his hand, grinning cruelly.
I freeze up, just for a moment, trying to figure out how he had gotten it. He uses my distraction against me, dropping the phone off the cliff, and I know that I am never going to get the thing back.
"Well, that was just rude," I snap, taking a deep breath. There were only pictures, and not many at that. I didn't need it. That's what I tell myself.
Megatron strikes at me again, and this time I find myself barely hanging onto the side of the cliff. "That wasn't necessary," I hiss, adjusting my grip and beginning to hurriedly pull myself up. Megatron grabs my wings at the base and pulls me into the air. I choke back a scream of pain as it feels like someone is ripping out a part of my back.
"Oh no, this won't do. How will you be able to fly if your wings can't support you?" Megatron sneers.
"I am perfectly fine with not flying," I hiss through gritted teeth. I'm curled into a ball mid-air, trying to move as little as possible so as not to put more stress on the foreign appendages on my back.
"Until it kills you," he growls.
"Wait, what? How does that work?" I ask, real worry in my voice.
"Those with wings always need the sky," he sneers vaguely. I roll my eyes, uncurling for a moment before curling up again.
"Yeah. That is so helpful. About as helpful as a my wings right now," I snarl.
He was silent for a moment, zoning out for a moment before giving an outraged roar. "You are very clever, Girl, keeping me distracted while your friends get you help. You forget that I have eyes everywhere, and we will be long gone before they arrive here," he growled, shaking me a little bit. I whimper a bit, struggling once more as he shifts his hold on me so he is carrying me like I were a small child.
"LET ME GO!" I scream. He growls and tightens his hold on me so that it's crushing. I wheeze, trying to scream again but not having enough air to do so. I do manage to headbutt Megatron on the chin, making his jaw crack loudly, though. It only made made him increase the pressure on my chest, and I could hear when my rib broke. I don't remember much after that, I think I might have blacked out, but I know when I woke up, I was no longer on Diego Garcia. Also, my ribs hurt like hell, and I couldn't move. Something heavy was over my head and arms and my wings were digging into my back uncomfortably.
I lash out, but my legs are pinned down as well, and I'm not going anywhere. I screech indignantly. The pressure decreases for a moment before returning. "Do you not sleep?" a voice growls.
