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Chapter 12: Capture

The wind whipped hard at Jake's face. He didn't know how high he was, but the air was getting thinner, and he was getting progressively more light-headed.

"I-…I'm gonna pass out." Jake stammered. The Decepticon looked begrudgingly down at him.

"Ah. I forgot how weak you humans were…" Starscream said. He dropped Jake, and transformed. The canopy to his cockpit opened, and Jake landed perfectly in the seat. The canopy closed, and Jake felt cool oxygen being pumped in. Jake leaned back in the chair, taking in the inside of the Jet. Unlike normal F-22's, the space where the control panel would be was covered by sleek metal.

'There goes any notions to take Starscream down with me…' Jake thought. Jake wanted to struggle, to kick the canopy, something…but he knew It was pointless. Staring through the window, Jake found that he was higher than he had ever been in his life. Starscream suddenly pulled straight up, and sped up drastically. Jake had never felt true G-Force before, and he didn't like it at all. It felt like he was being pressed against the seat by an invisible force. Jake's nose started to bleed, and he felt light-headed. Jake felt his cool blood drip down to his mouth before he lost consciousness again.

This time, when Jake awoke, it was rather peaceful. He was in space, and all around him was black abyss, with the little twinkle of stars every now and again. Jake's head hurt slightly, but he was okay. Not seeing anything in the distance (including Earth), Jake rapped impatiently on the metal inside the Cockpit.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" Jake asked. No answer. Jake knocked harder.

"I asked you a question." After a long silence, the Decepticon finally answered.

"The Decepticon ship. We have something that you will fix." Starscream said.

"Or what?"

"Or we tear you apart." Jake nodded, crossing his arms.

"I suppose that's fair. And after I'm done?"

"That's not up to me. You may be returned to Earth, or you may be kept as a pet." Starscream laughed slyly.

"Fuckin' beautiful." Jake muttered. After about an hour of nothingness, an object appeared in the distance. Starscream sped up again, but not enough to make Jake pass out. After a moment, Jake realized it was, in fact, a spacecraft that he was being taken to. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie. It was oval shaped, with a spiked semi-circle on the top of it. It had two large engines in the back, and one even larger cannon in the front. Once Starscream neared it, Jake realized just how huge it was. A large hangar door opened in the side, and Starscream flew in. Starscream landed vertically, going against all principles of Jet landing. The large hangar door closed. Jake slunk down into the seat as the Canopy opened.

"Out." Starscream stated bluntly. Jake reluncantly started climbing out of the cockpit. He slid down the length of the jet and fell off. He landed, nearly tripping. Jake found that the air was breathable, strangely.

'Either that's a bad coincidence or they prepared for me…' Starscream transformed, and Jake was left staring up at the large, evil robot.

"Follow me." Starscream said threateningly. Jake had a fleeting thought at running, but what would he do if he got away? Walk home? Jake reluctantly walked next to Starscream, keeping an eye on him. He didn't want to get crushed by the irritable Decepticon.

"Where are we going?" Jake asked. Starscream shook his head.

"For a fleshling, you ask an awful lot of questions. We are going to the hangar. I am going to show you what you'll be doing for us." The Decepticon growled. Jake hung his head. He was probably never going to see Mikaela again. Or Broadsword…or Sam…any of the Autobots…or his family and friends. Tears stung his eyes, but he shook them away. He had to act stoic in the face of his enemy. As Starscream opened a large door, Jake took a glance out of the hangar window.

'Goodbye, everybody.' Jake said sadly.

"Move it, boy!" Starscream shouted, grabbing Jake and tossing him inside. Jake landed hard on his side and slid a few feet on the metal floor.

"Gahhh, fuck you!" Jake shouted. The Decepticon laughed.

"Big talk for such a small weakling." He said. Jake shakily stood up. They were in a large room, with machinery hanging around the walls. There were Decepticons wandering around the place, some carrying weaponry, others doing various mundane task. But all activity was centered around a machine corpse in the middle of the room. It was hanging from an arch-like structure, and was severely beat up. It's remaining arm hand long, clawed fingers, and it's fanged jaw was slack from death. Some Decepticons were welding certain parts of it together, and some were attaching things to it. Starscream's face twisted into an expression of evil.

"This is what you're going to be fixing. Fleshling, say hello to Megatron."

"Oh, shit."

END OF CHAPTER 12

Too small of a chapter? Let me know, and I'll make the chunks bigger.