So, to you guys who are curious; it's a big enough step to drag the loyal Decepticon, Barricade out of his faction...Let alone Soundwave, he's more devoted to Megatron (Hence why he revived the leader without Starscream exactly...knowing or commanding to do so in RotF) So no, Soundwave and his cassettes will most likely not defect, becoming an Autobot is not what they'll be doing any time soon.

And we reached TEN THOUSAND VIEWS! (But whoa, we got a thousand in just one chapter!)

Plus I have my laptop back! I was so close from getting in trouble for having it...But now I won't! But funny story actually...I BROKE MY DAMN LAPTOP ON TUESDAY!

And thanks for letting me know that...this was all a little "unrealistic," but keep in mind I can always fix that. :3

Next chapter POV change!

Chapter 20

My hand grabs my stomach and I curl into myself, the other hand braces myself on the corner of the sink. I grind my teeth as another wave of pain courses through my body, I cringe.

This was all a bad idea.

I had tried to keep a mask on my face for as long as possible, but keeping my cool proved to be difficult.

And now I was stuck purging my stomach until there was nothing left. It was a Saturday again, my normal "day off." Soundwave and his cassettes are leaving me alone for once, and I'm glad for that. My "mask" was shattered as soon as I woke up from a nightmare. It was of each and every person I've reluctantly killed. Now their deaths are haunting me, and my punishment is further foreshadowing me.

Well, vomiting must be part of my punishment, for this is not very pleasant.

I wipe my mouth of the saliva built up on the sides, and gaze at myself in the mirror. I have dark circles under my eyes, my hair looks tangled and my face is flushed from the blood rushing to my head as I threw up in the toilet.

I scrunch up my face before pushing down the lever on the toilet, averting my eyes from the swirl of water mixed in with puke.

Not able to take this anymore, I walk out of my bathroom and flop onto the bed, face planting into my pillow.

How did I ever get caught up in this mess?

...More importantly, how was I able to put up with it?

I flip over and stare apathetically at the dull ceiling. How are the Decepticons able to handle this? I let out a deep sigh, and answer my own question. Because, they've been doing this for centuries that it seems like their profession. Or maybe it is.

They were created for destruction. I was trained for destruction.

I coldly laugh before I pretend to place a mask on as Watch-bot received a notification from Megatron. I was needed.

For destruction.

I walk into the main hangar to see Megatron standing, watching as Soundwave sets up some screen and camera of a sort. The Decepticon leader turns to see me, the small human, and grins, "Good. You're here. Will you stand in the center of the room?"

I comply. and stand right smack in the middle. I feel...relatively small with all these Decepticons around me. As if I never do... Soundwave and I lock gazes for a moment, his look softened as he saw me, but immediately went cold and smug as usual when Megatron began speaking.

"We'll being using you, fleshling, to bring out the Autobots from their little hiding place. Using you as bait, an injured human, is an advantage, because we all know," he looks at his fellow Decepticons and spreads his arms in a gesture, "that the Autobots go weak for humans."

My stomach clenches, I feel queasy inside at the plan. My stomach still hurts from all that retching I did nearly an hour ago. I'm sure Watch-bot had...quite a show, being on my wrist at all times.

"We might just be able to injure, or even kill an Autobot. Better yet, we could capture one, and torture him into a slow and painful death," He grinds his claw-like hand menacingly. Remind me to never get on Megatron's bad side. He continued, "Soundwave, commence the live feed. Human, get into position."

Earlier, he said "injured human," so I'm going to guess that means, well, I'm injured. I lower myself to the ground, then lied on my side, back facing the "camera." Soundwave's eyes, optics, dim as he supposedly hacks into NEST's network system for a place to project the video. His optics brighten and nods to Megatron.

I could hear someone growl the leader's name over the line. I watch as Megatron's holoform circles me, dangerously smiling down upon my "injured" self.

"Hello, Autobots," Megatron bittersweetly greeted.

Making sure my wrist was hidden behind my head beforehand, I watch the video. NEST, Autobots and human alike, are staring in horror. A baritone voice, coming from a blue and orange-ish Autobot, filled my ears, "What do you want, Megatron?"

"We want materials in exchange for our pathetic human captives, such as this poor thing right here," The holoform grabs my collar and hoists me up, I keep myself limp as I'm in his strong grasp.

"What, specifically, do you want?"

"Oh, the usual," The holoform waves his hand dismissively and smirks before releasing me back onto the cold floor, I'm now on my knees. I felt something flat press against my temple, and I can't help but freeze, "You have ten nanoclicks to decide."

He begins to count down as though these "nanoclicks" were seconds. At five, Megatron flips off the safeguard on the gun.

"Three, two, one," I shut my eyes tight as I heard a pop as the bullet left the barrel, and I collapsed. Feeling absolutely nothing but a faint sting on my head.

June 12, 2016, 6:50 pm