Chapter 11: Blind
AN: GUESS WHO GOT THEIR WIFI BACK! WHOOO! I finished this right after chapter 10, I wrote so much over my "NO WIFI" thing, like a whole shit load. And I'm pretty damned proud! NOW TO THE STORY
I ONLY OWN MY OC'S)
She couldn't see, she couldn't move, she couldn't speak. But she could hear.
Guff voices and heavy metal footsteps sounded around her. She shivered where she was chained down, her arms bent at a painful angle behind her back. A metal mesh blindfold covered her golden optics and a thick gag was tied in her mouth. She had woken up like this not too long ago, her whole frame aching and her neck burning from whatever had been injected into her systems. She couldn't tell where she was, somewhere moldy if her olfactory sensors could be relied on. The ground beneath her was cold and hard and the air was damp and smelled of death.
MoonStrider should have been scared. She should have been crying and whimpering for her life, and if she was anyone else, she would have been. But her spark was old, and even though her mind held a sense of youth, she was still old. She was smart; she could get out of this.
There was a clamp around her wings and cuffs around her ankles and wrists. With a bit of pulling she found out that the chains were chained to the ground. The cuffs bit into her soft youngling armor, drawing energon from the raw marks. The gag made her jaw hurt, and oral lubricant dripped past where her lips could not trap it. She yanked on the chains, testing their give. But they were specifically made to keep things far bigger and far stronger than her at bay, and they didn't budge.
Before she could further study her surroundings and plan her escape, someone entered the room she was in.
"So this is what you bring me…" A gruff voice spoke out. A second pair of steps was heard along with the first.
"Yea', Boss. Meh and Concave brough' 'er in." The second voice sounded rather dumb compared to the sophisticated tone of the first. She remained still as a servo grabbed her chin and lifted it. "She'll 'ave dem rats fighting ova' her like turbo dogs." The first voice hummed at the statement of the second. Her chin was released as she felt the first mesh came closer to her. A servo ran across her wings and up her shoulders before grasping her neck. She could smell the first mech; his odor was strong and wickedly musky like aged liquor. She was hoisted up and she let out grunt as her raw wrists and ankles were yanked on by the cuffs.
"Is she mute?" That voice… it is so familiar
"Naw, Boss. She'd been talkin' a whole bunch at da Gardens." She had heard it before…
"She isn't speaking now." Where though?
"Hasn't said a damned word, Clench, neither has she fough'." Clench… Clench is Sire's friend...
"I would have expected more from the spawn of Thundergouge." She hissed as the servo squeezed. This was one of her Sire's friends, why would he want her? Were Sire and him even friends? Her neck was released and she crashed to the ground with another grunt. She hung her helm low.
Look weak, make them underestimate you.
She knew what she was doing; she just needed them out of the room before she could make her escape. Then she would think further on the problem of her Sire's friend kidnapping her. She sent a pulse through her bonds… but nothing got through. MoonStrider calmed the panic welling up inside of her. Ok, her bonds were still there, just… dampened. Her panic calmed as she made that realization. They must have put something on her that made it so she could not access her bonds with her Creators.
A third set of steps, the door opens.
"Clench, the arena is packed and all of the gladiators are in position." Clench and the other mech's peds clanked on the metal floor as they moved out of the room. Gladiators… Arena. Crap.
"Good, put her into position." Clench and the second mech moved away as the third entered the room. The mech moved around her, undoing the locks on the end of the chains. She shakily stood to her peds as the mech lightly pulled on the ends. She moved one ped forward before collapsing in a heap. The mech came forward and caught her.
"Kid, you got to move." She groaned, playing it out. The mech sighed. "I'm sorry yer going through this kid." The mech pulled her up into his arms with a huff. She was still large and rather heavy for a youngling, reaching up to the mech's chest. He carried her awkwardly down a hall and into a new room that hummed around her. She could hear cheers and yells coming from up above her.
She tried to speak through the gag as the mech set her down and chained her down again. He patted her wing in a comforting way before leaving and shutting the door. MoonStrider waited a moment before straightening up. She curled her digits inward towards the cuffs, she felt around for an opening in which the key card would go in. She found it after a moment of painfully stretching her small servos in awkward angles. Sticking in two digits she felt around for the latching mechanism, her pointer digit suddenly clicked in a bit deeper into the lock when she found it. She twisted her digits around, searching for the points that would go along the ridges in the key card when it would turn.
Suddenly the floor shook. And she lost her place. Her vents worked hard to cool her overheating body as the floor raised. The cheers and screams grew louder as she went up and up. Something above her opened, she could tell by the whooshing of fresher air into her confined space, and the noise hit her like a tidal wave. She hissed as the noise stabbed her sensitive audios like blades of sound. Warmth hit her back and wings from the natural light flowing through the area. The cheers grew in volume as she came into view for whoever was watching. Her blindfold prevented her from seeing just who was watching her.
She could feel their optics on every inch of her.
A loud noise of electronic feedback was heard over the crowd. And with this the roar of the viewers quieted.
"GENTLEMECHS AND LADY-BOTS! ARE! YOU! READY!?" A loud cheer answered the announcer. "WELL PUT CHO' SERVOS TOGETHER! CAUSE WE GOT A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU!"
Am I the main course?
"NOW YOU SEE IN THE RING WE HAVE EVERY WELL KNOWN GLADIATOR ON THIS SIDE 'O CYBERTRON!" Reminds me of a bi-footed preacher I once heard "HERE WE HAVE HELIX!" A small cheer was heard on her left side behind her. "TARN!" A cheer on her right "IACON!" A cheer on her left "AN FINALLY! THE CHAMPION CITY! KAON!" The whole arena was filled with the loudest cheer she had yet to hear from this stadium.
"NOW WE ARE ALL GATHERED HERE FOR ONE SPECIAL REASON. TO SEE! WHO IS THE BEST OF THE BEST!?" The announcer punctuated every word for emphases, and it was working. The crowd and gladiators cheered with such bestiality and ferocity that she could swear she could taste the oncoming energon shed. "NOW YOU SEE THIS LOVELY FEMME RIGHT HERE IN THE MIDDLE?!" A series of loud wolf whistles and catcalls was heard as this was said. MoonStrider tensed her whole frame and spark filling with rage. They would rape a child!?
Her mind was no child, but her frame was. Her frame was far too young for any intimate activities! And if they would do this to her… what's to stop them from doing it to others. MoonStrider heaved, her body shaking from anger and disgust. Something ugly reared it head within her. She shoved it down before it reached the surface.
"SHE! IS THE PRIZE TO THE LAST STANDING GLADIATOR!" The area shook from the force of the roar coming from the gladiators around her. Her growl of disgust was masked by the roar. She would not let these… these heathens touch her. Her claws dipped into the lock "LET! THE MATCH!
BEGIN!"
NOTE: edited as of 4/12/2018
(AN: Yeah, im back, and I have many chapters up and ready to go. Im feeling a bit iffy on a few of these chapters, so please review and tell me what you think. Ususaly I reply to comments via PM messages, but im going to start replying at the end of my chapters.
Till all are one!~)
