Wow. So I got the most reviews I've ever gotten from that last chapter. It made me feel so happy. You guys are the best! And I've finally just watched Bumblebee! I loved the first few minutes when you can see Shockwave and Soundwave and everyone true to the original. I got so excited. I liked Charlie more than I thought I did and surprisingly there's not a lot of fanfic's with her in. I think it would be interesting if she fixed a Decepticon instead of Bee. Anyway, it was great. But on with the show:

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xVentressx

So while Ratchet is treating my wound, he's cussing me down hard. I'm sure if I were a transformer he would be hitting me repeatedly with his wrench but since I'm human and it'll kill me, cursing at me will have to do. I remain silent, ignoring him as I think about what's happened in the last few hours. My frown deepens and I clench my fists in silent anger.

"Hey! Keep your arm still," orders Ratchet before he goes to back to cursing me.

The door opens and the rest of the Autobots and Lennox walks in.

"Barricade is securely locked in the brig. He won't be getting out," informs Lennox.

"You should worry more about me getting to him than Barricade breaking out," I reply, keeping my eyes on a spot on the wall.

I don't want to look at anyone right now, I'm still processing everything.

"There's an energy barrier between you two. You two are safe from each other," comments Lennox.

"Until I figure out a way to bypass the barrier," I mutter underneath my breath.

"Miss Sedis, how are you feeling?" asks Prime.

Prime's a good leader, checking on someone who's not even the same species as him, never mind the same team.

"Starscream said my real name," I breathe out, still not able to move past it.

Silence…..

"What is your real name?" questions Sideswipe curiously, his voice hesitant.

I take a deep breath, thinking about old memories.

"Demitra Despiadado. Demi for short. I never had a birth certificate so it's not even legal but….. that's what my father named me. At least for the first few years of my life, after my criminal life and name came into play I heard my birth name less and less. He only used it in the rare case of praise for killing an especially hard target," I explain numbly.

"So do you want us to call you Demi-" starts Sarah but I interrupt.

"No, no…. my birth name is a way for my father's legacy to continue," I quickly deny, using one of the reasons.

"But you lied, when you said your name. You said your name is Violet Sedis, we should be able to detect any lies," observes Ratchet.

"The heart betrays if someone is lying but if one is able to control their heart beat and nerves, it's simple enough to pass any lie. I know I will not get caught. But in this case, it's not a lie, Violet Sedis is my name. It's one of the only things I can choose. It is mine," I declare honestly.

"Why that name?" asks Lennox curiously.

"Violet because it's always been my favourite colour, hence the contacts in my eyes," I admit.

"Whoa….. You mean humans don't have purple eyes?" questions Sideswipe with curiosity and surprise.

"No, and purple highlights in my hair are not natural either," I add.

"I feel like I've been tricked," comments Sideswipe.

"Okay, Violet I get, but Sedis?" questions Lennox with interest.

"It's backwards for… Sides," I answer reluctantly refusing to look at the mech.

"As in my nickname?" asks Sideswipe eagerly.

I look away from everyone slightly embarrassed.

"Well everyone else's name backwards doesn't sound right. Like Edihnori or Zzaj," I explain feeling almost flustered.

I definitely wasn't going to use Prime's name. Not with the life I lead.

"When humans get married, doesn't the femme take the mech's nam-" starts Sideswipe but I interrupt irritated.

"Shut up!" I exclaim throwing a dagger at him with my free arm but Sideswipe ducks and it embeds itself in the wall behind him.

"Ai! Keep still!" scolds Ratchet as he tends to my arm.

"Miss Sedis, when did Starscream call you by your birth name?" questions Prime with interest.

Sunstreaker looks at me with his blue optics, intensely. While it wasn't when I was dancing that he said my name, Sunstreaker doesn't know that. He's giving me a chance to say it all now or else he'll do it. I sigh before I speak. I already decided to tell them everything anyway. I inform Prime of seeing Barricade's and Starscream's holoform at the party, how we danced while we spoke and the conversation after the crash.

"Thank you for your full disclosure. I know that it's not easy for you," appreciates Prime.

I nod in reply.

"That doesn't answer everything though, does it?" adds Lennox.

And although it's a question, he has a knowing tone.

What else is there? He sees my confused face and decides to expand.

"I sent some troops to scour the area along with Bumblebee. He found a rental car with your assassin suit, wigs and other things. You were planning on leaving, weren't you?" questions Lennox, putting the clues together easily.

"Tell me….. am I a prisoner?" I ask quietly.

This time there is no underlying threat, just an honest question.

Sarah looks horrified at the question and everyone else's faces looks guarded and a little unsure. No one wanting to answering.

"Don't forget that originally I was detained," I further add.

"No….." answers Lennox reluctantly.

"Then why can't I leave if I choose to?" I counter back but my words have no bite in them.

"It's not that easy, Vi," replies Lennox rubbing the back of his neck, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Miss Sedis, we can't guarantee your safely if you leave," explains Prime.

"My safety isn't guaranteed wherever I am. The last base was attacked by Decepticons. I've had run in with Decepticons a few times outside the base. It doesn't matter where I am," I reply back.

"I would have thought you would have spoken to us first. We're part of a team," comments Lennox.

"So you could talk me out of it? Besides, you're part of a team, I'm not," I deny.

Even though it hurts my chest, I refuse his words.

"What do you mean, Vi? You're one of us. We fight on the same team," questions Sideswipe confused and a little hurt but I shake my head.

"No, Sides. Our interest currently aline. It's different," I clarify.

I can see the disappointment on his face plates.

"Why? Why did you want to leave?" questions Sarah softly getting to the heart of the matter.

There's no accusation in her tone and for that I am thankful.

"It doesn't matter anymore. The Decepticons will track me if I leave," I dismiss.

"Well it mattered enough you were going to leave when we're finally making progress on finding the machine. Something you've been determined with. Whatever the problem is, we can fix it. We don't want you to feel like you don't belong," says Lennox, trying to come up with a solution to make me feel more comfortable.

"See…..? That's the problem," I reply with a bitter laugh, my hands clenching the edge of the med bed I'm on.

My face stays down to the floor.

"I preferred it when I first came here. No one trusted me. Ironhide thought I was some sort of spy. No one knew a thing about me and I was in the brig. Now…. I've been to your home, I've gone shopping with you, invited to your party. I've cried around you. I've been more weak and vulnerable than I've ever been in my life. You know more about me than I would allow," I explain before biting my lip feeling frustrated.

"Well we've all spent time around each other, we've been through a lot tog-" starts Lennox before I dive forward, a dagger to his throat.

I observe everyone's reaction as everyone stiffens up, ready to move if need be. Their reaction just fuels my frustration more. Silence fills the room as they wait.

"Don't you see? A move like this before and everyone would have had their weapons out, aimed at me while demanding I release you. But now everyone watches to see what I will do. Do you know why?" I rant as Lennox looks at me and not the dagger, holding my gaze unflinchingly as I continue, "….Because I can't kill you and everyone knows it now."

I grip the dagger so tight my knuckles are white. I move the dagger closer but the tip of the dagger only rests against his skin.

"I can put a dagger to your throat but I can't go any further. I can't kill you or anyone in this room and it's destroying me inside," I reveal.

I try to push the dagger through but I can't. I've slit so many people's throats so many times without a second thought but I can't force myself to cut his skin.

"I've killed my own father but now suddenly I can't bring myself to kill. Why? What did you do to me?" I whisper, my voice low and admittedly fragile.

I look into Lennox's eyes as if searching for the answer. But there is none and he looks into mine like he's looking for his own answer. I take a step back breaking our eye contact and I half turn to Sarah and point my dagger at her but I continue to stand at a distance.

"And you…. You brought me back down when I was at my highest bloodlust and you stopped me from killing those who threatened your life and the life of your child. So am I a prisoner?… Yes because you all restrict me. You made me have attachments. You limit me and tie me down….. and I was trying to run away," I explain before I drop the dagger on the floor and I leave it there before I walk over and sit on the med bed, dropping my head to my hands.

How have I fallen so much?

I feel the bed shift besides me and a light hand on my back.

"Attachments are not a bad thing, Violet. You can't go through your whole life without attachments," says Sarah softly.

"You sound like Sunstreaker," I comment without looking up, moving my legs up onto the bed and wrapping my arms around them, my head down on my arms.

Normally I would scoff at her comment but I don't have the energy in me too.

"Sunstreaker?" asks Sideswipe as everyone's attention turns to him.

"Yeah. He figured out that I was planning to leave. He tried to talk me out of it," I answer.

"But you were too slagging stubborn," replies Sunstreaker, his arms still folded standing at the corner.

"Controlled through attachments. I can't afford to be controlled," I admit still looking down.

"Controlled? That's what you think attachment is?" asks Sarah softly, I can hear the hidden shock in her voice.

"I know that's what it is. Starscream's right…. I have gone soft," I answer hating to agree with Starscream.

"Attachment isn't about control. It's about love… about family," replies Sarah her voice still soft and motherly.

Family…. there's that word again.

"Family…." hesitates Sarah before continuing with a sad smile, "…It's not something you understand yet because despite everything you've been through, all of your battles and experiences, you've never experienced true family love."

"I don't want to. I don't want this," I protest weakly, pushing my forehead into my knees further like it can hide me from the world as I clench my eyes shut tight.

I want to go back to my world. I want to wake up on a shabby motel bed or even some street somewhere away from here. I want this to be a dream so it means I'm not being tracked again. I'm not being turned into a Transformer. I want to be detached. I want them all to disappear. I want to be left alone. I want to reset. If I close my eyes and sleep, will I return? Will everything go back to the way it was?

Suddenly I feel the ground shake slightly as an Autobot draws near. I slowly open my eyes and lift my head slightly. Looking through my curtain of hair, I see a huge hand outstretched in front of me. I follow the hand up and see the black armour over an arm, a hole near the top of the arm. I know who it is before I see the face.

Ironhide…

"You know attachments work both ways. It's not a one sided thing where you give but nothing comes back. It's about trust and vulnerability from both sides. If you accept it, you can let it support you, make you stronger. Attachments can rise you up," explains Ironhide softly.

His harden eyes are softer than usual as he tries to get me to understand. They can make you stronger? I wanted to ask out loud but I couldn't bring myself to. I look down to his awaiting hand. He doesn't bring it closer. He wants to pick me up. No…. He wants me to choose to step on his hand. It's why he hasn't just picked me up. He awaits patiently and he doesn't push it. He stays there quietly. His face doesn't show any impatience or annoyance from my lack of movement. He just keeps his hand there as an offer… as an invitation. My mind goes back to what he just said. Can attachments really build you up?

Slowly, I move my feet out from under me and I stand up. With slow steps, I get closer still uncertain, almost like an injured or wild animal, unsure but something draws me closer. I know from personal experience that attachments are a vulnerability, that it's a bad idea and yet…. I am curious. I am already attached to the people in this room, maybe I should let them build me up. But…. I stop just in front of his hand. If I let them build me up, will I start to become dependent on them? A small voice in my head whispers….. Would that really be such a bad thing? I have nothing I can possibly lose. There's not much left for them to discover. They know most of the horrible things I've done. They already know of my vulnerability. They've seen me at my weakest and yet not one of them used that to their advantage. They won't. After all…. these guys are heroes.

With that last thought, I step on Ironhide's hand. Once I'm in the middle of his palm, he stands at his full height. As he does, I wobble trying to get my balance but he moves his thumb in front of me, supporting me, catching me by surprise. His thumb…. It's metal and huge. It could crush me and yet Ironhide moved it gently. The metal itself is warm. It's not a cold metal object. It's a warm thumb of a living being. Of a person.

"Violet Sedis,…" says a rumbling, soothing voice that can only belong to one being.

I turn to see all of the Autobots, close to their height but I still have to look up to meet their optics. I walk towards the edge of Ironhide's hand and I put an arm around Ironhide's finger to help me balance.

If Ironhide flicks his finger down, then I'll fall and from this height…. I keep my eyes on who spoke: Optimus Prime.

"…We can lift you up but only if you let us," proposes Prime before he asks, "Will you let us?"

My focus is on my mission, there's a time limit now on me and yet Ratchet insists on wasting my time. There's electrodes stuck on varies parts of my body monitoring me.

"Ratchet, is this really necessary?" I question, a hand on my hip as I wait impatiently.

"Hmph, I don't know, is saving your life necessary?" retorts Ratchet sarcastically at a computer console.

"No," I state seriously.

Ratchet stops what he's doing to glare at me and for a second I think he's going to throw a wrench at me.

"Stubborn femme," grumbles Ratchet under his breath as he goes back to typing on the computer console.

I roll my eyes before asking, "What are you trying to do anyway?"

"What you said earlier gave me an idea. You said you used an EMP on your tracker to deactivate it. In theory, an EMP blast to your body should deactivate the nanites," theorises Ratchet.

Could it really be that simple?

Ironhide enters the medical bay behind me.

"Shadow, are you ready to go?" asks Ironhide.

"Ratchet, I need to go," I begin to protest, willing the medic to let me go.

"This will only take a second," insists Ratchet.

"Whats he trying to do?"asks Ironhide to me, curious.

"Science experiment," I smirk wryly.

Ironhide looks amused while Ratchet does not. He puts his hand on the lever ready.

"Initiating EMP blast now," states Ratchet for my benefit.

He brings the lever down. I've had an EMP blast before, it felt really weird the fir- Flipping hell! The tingle goes through my whole body and after that the effect is immediate as my lungs and heart hurt causing me to gasp. A hand goes to my chest as I crouch forward, eyes on the floor while I struggle to breathe. My lungs are burning and I can't feel my heartbeat as I collapse.

"Ratchet! Undo whatever the pit you've done!" orders Ironhide as I struggle to concentrate on anything.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe! I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die.

All of a sudden I feel a burst of energy and I can breathe again. The pain starts to fade away. I breathe heavily, desperately trying to get oxygen in my lungs. Sweat trickles down my face and body in exertion.

"Violet, are you okay?" asks Ratchet concerned.

"Flipping hell Ratchet! I thought you wanted to save me, not kill me!" I exclaim more than a little upset.

I immediately pull out the electrodes in a hurry in case it happens again.

"I wasn't trying to kill you. The nanites are more infused in you than I thought. It's changed your body too much. Your body has become too dependent on the nanites," explains Ratchet.

"So this would of worked if it was in its early stage?" I inquire straightening up.

"Yes," confirms Ratchet.

Damn it….

"So you can't remove it at all unless the process is reversed," I state matter of factly.

"…. It's irreversible. It's merged with you biology. There's not a way to separate it now," admits Ratchet.

It takes me a good few seconds to process that while Ratchet and Ironhide look at me carefully, waiting for my reaction.

"Oh well, we tried. I guess we'll have to stop with the useless experiment," I comment.

"Shadow. We are far from done. I'm not giving up. The next step is to reprogram them," says Ratchet unimpressed with me so eager to give up.

"Well you'll have to wait. I have other things to do," I comment walking over to the door.

"I want you back here after," orders Ratchet.

"Shouldn't I let my body rest?" I ask trying to get out of it.

"Good point. Maybe you shouldn't be going out," suggests Ratchet slyly.

"Goodbye Ratchet," I call out purposely but then a thought occurs to me.

"Ratchet, how did you undo the EMP damage to me?" I ask him over my shoulder with interest.

"System reboot on your nanites," answers Ratchet.

"You rebooted me?" I ask perplexed.

"Essentially yes," answers Ratchet.

I chuckle finding it highly amusing for some reason. Ratchet rebooted me like a computer. That should worry me but instead I find it funny. If only I could be restarted.

Ironhide is taking me to the prison so I can continue on my work. Lennox and Epps can't come with me this time, only Ironhide. I don't mind. It means I can work in peace without the worry of Despiadado manipulating others.

"You know you said you'll try right?" asks Ironhide.

"I am. I'm letting Ratchet try to save me, aren't I?" I insist.

"You aren't exactly making it easy for Ratchet," chuckles Ironhide.

"I can make it harder," I counter.

"I don't doubt that," adds Ironhide amused.

We roll up to the prison. Ironhide opens his door waiting for me to come out.

"No holoform? You're not coming in?" I observe.

"No. I'm going to patrol the prison," explains Ironhide.

"Okay, I'll come out when I'm done," I say before I turn my back to him.

His windows are tinted black so no one can see into the empty car. I hear him drive off as I walk in the building. Me, Lennox and Prime had to talk about whether or not I should be going if I can be tracked. After a long debate, I won. I made the logical point that we know what the Decepticons want. They want me to stay with the Autobots so they can figure out how to complete the transformation. They have no need to attack me or take me yet. The risk of the machine being in Decepticons hands is too great. And besides, if we find the machine, we'll find the Decepticons. It's worth the risk. I get through security without weapons being spotted easily. I get to the cell going past the security guards who move out the way for me. I enter the cell and I make sure the door is locked shut behind me. I see Despiadado typing at the computer.

"You're finally here. You took your time, didn't you, Fox?" comments Despiadado.

After everything that's happened I nearly forgot that I told him my name is Megan Fox. Instead of answering him, I walk over to my computer and begin hacking with him. I keep a discreet, careful eye on him. Watching while making sure he doesn't know that I am. To his disappointment, I give him no obvious attention.

"What? Not even a hello? I've been hacking since you've left. I've had to keep it going or else we'll be back at the start," comments Despiadado.

I'm well aware but I don't give him an answer.

"I've been slaving away in here and you've been out there. Partying, enjoying life," further comments Despiadado casually leaning back on his chair stretching.

He watches me carefully but I continue typing, not pausing for a second. Partying? There's no way he knows right? It's just an expression. It must be. But I know he is always calculating with his words. He chooses each word carefully and he observes very closely the body language of the reaction of those words.

"Why don't you go to sleep then?" I suggest.

It's a calculated risk to speak to him but a bored Despiadado is a dangerous one.

"Are you desperate to be rid of me or are you worried for my health?" questions Despiadado.

"Believe which ever you wish to," I reply my voice flat with boredom.

Despiadado chuckles at that.

"Concern it is then," decides Despiadado.

I want to ask him doesn't he want to sleep after staying awake and concentrating for so long but he'll either take that as concern or he'll take it as a chance to show off and brag. I type furiously trying to beat the computer while also keeping a close eye on Despiadado.

"What's going on in the outside world? This place doesn't give out newspapers," questions Despiadado.

"If you're not hacking then go back to your cell," I order.

"Aw come on, all I did is ask a question Megan. I'm just curious. I've been locked in here for ages. What's happening in the big wide world?" nags Despiadado.

I'm sure the prison have been careful to keep the news away from him so he has complete isolation from the outside world and yet…..

"You already know the answer. I'm sure your people have told you," I reply with no doubt about that.

"My people are outside the pri-" starts Despiadado but I interrupt.

"I'm talking about your seeds inside the prison," I clarify.

I know he's bribed some of the guards. I know some are on his payroll, I have no doubt about that. Despiadado looks at me carefully with a smirk. He's measuring me again.

"What is your job Fox?" questions Despiadado.

I don't answer and I continue typing.

"Secret agent? Double agent perhaps?" questions Despiadado.

I ignore his words as he analyses me with his eyes. I don't give him anything. He looks for any sign, a hint of any type of reaction.

"What is your motivation? It certainly isn't family. Your demeanour is too cold for that. You have nothing sentimental on you. What makes you tick?" questions Despiadado observant.

I've seen him do this to others. He's trying to figure me out.

"Maybe money?" suggests Despiadado.

My eyes don't so much as flicker in his direction.

"I have millions, you know. You're a smart girl. I could use someone like that on my side," comments Despiadado trying to persuade me.

"Never," I deny firmly without hesitation.

"You didn't even consider it," points out Despiadado.

"I don't need to," I state.

"Everyone has a price, it may not be money. It's just a matter of finding it," determines Despiadado, his eyes narrowed.

He's not wrong. Everyone has a price, mine is Despiadado's head on a platter. Somehow I don't think he'll give that to me. And yet if anyone could guarantee it to me, all reason, all loyalties will be gone. I would give anything to kill him but this time his death will be slow, painful, merciless.

"What are you thinking about, Fox?" questions Despiadado.

"Happy thoughts," I reply blandly.

"Penny for your thoughts?" inquires Despiadado.

My thoughts are worth much more than pennies.

"No? How about a trade? A thought for a thought?" asks Despiadado further.

"If you're not going to help then-" I begin but Despiadado cuts me off.

"See I've been thinking about your price-" interrupts Despiadado and I cut him off back.

"You think you've figured it out from the last ten seconds since you've brought it up?" I ask while I decode and translate.

"If it's not family, and it's not money that drives you that only leaves one thing: Revenge," explains Despiadado.

I nearly falter in my typing but I force myself to continue under those hawk like eyes. That's another reason why he is one not to be trifled with. He psycho-analyses people quickly.

"Is that so?" I ask with fake boredom.

"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable must be the truth," quotes Despiadado using Sherlock logic.

"The only two options left is honour and revenge and I get the feeling you're not an honourable person. Revenge is a strong motivator," explains Despiadado.

I stay silent pretending to put my whole attention on the firewalls.

"You know whoever it is, no matter their position I can have them killed…. Or maybe you want to do that yourself? Have them in front of you, begging you for mercy, on their knees, apologising for how they've wronged you-"

Stop it.

"-You can make them suffer-"

Be quiet.

"-Slow and painfully-"

Just stop.

"-Before you take that final shot-"

Shut up.

"-Silencing them forever-"

Enough.

"-Taking the justice you richly deserve," entices Despiadado leaning forward eagerly, unbeknownst to him that he's tempting me more and more to end his life here and now.

Fortunately for both of us, my attention is stolen away when the code disappears completely.

"I've broken through the last firewall," I declare.

Despiadado raises an eyebrow impressed and pulls himself closer to his screen.

"Hell you actually did it. Well done Fox, I'm impressed," whistles Despiadado as we both look at the map with hundreds of red dots around the world.

Each red dot represents one of his creations with a tracker in.

"This is gonna take a while to get through," comments Despiadado.

"Strike off Tallahassee, Berlin, Tokyo," I order.

He looks up at me with concealed surprise. These are all the places I went to, to hunt down his creations. I remember my list and missions and inventions.

"Start striking off places that you know where your inventions are," I order.

He looks at me seriously before his eyes goes to the screen.

"Miami and Rome," states Despiadado as we eliminate the red dots.

12 dots over France. I took care of 12 inventions and warehouses over there.

"London, Manchester and Paris," adds Despiadado.

"The whole of France," I state, eliminating the 12 dots over France before my eyes move over the screen.

"Iran and Turkey," I add quickly going for the countries with the least amount of dots.

"England, Switzerland, Germany," strikes off Despiadado as we remove them quickly.

There's still a lot over America. I got to be careful I don't miscount and strike out a country or state too quickly.

"Antarctica along with Greenland and Iceland," comments Despiadado.

"Texas, Alaska, Hawaii and New York," I add concentrating.

"Have you crossed off the whole of Europe?" asks Despiadado.

"No, I haven't accounted for Spain, among a few others," I answer without thinking as my mind is working too quickly for me to catch up.

Wait a second…. I look up to Despiadado and I see an expression on his face that I'm all too familiar with. A smug smirk full of victory. It's only a small victory but still. We were both speaking in Spanish. He asked me a question in Spanish and I replied in my mother tongue naturally without thinking. I let my guard slip. I pull out the USB attached and I go to the door to leave. I knock on the door but nothing happens.

"Let me out," I order loudly through the door.

"I'm sorry but we can't let you out. We're under orders," replies a voice.

"Whose orders?" I ask.

"Major Lennox, ma'am," answers the same voice.

"That can't be right. Let me out," I reply sternly.

"We can't do that ma'am. We have to wait for Major Lennox to get here," denies the same voice monotone.

Lennox is coming here. Why? He's busy today. Somethings gone wrong.

"Why is he coming?" I ask calculatingly.

I can't let on something is wrong but I need to know what's happening. I don't like not being in the loop.

Silence…. I bang on the door twice loudly.

"Where's the person I came here with? Get him," I order.

He can get me out. Ironhide can authorise for me to be let out.

"His location is unknown," answers the voice.

Unknown? What's going on? I look at the door closely. I can't get through. Even if I figure out a way, Despiadado will copy it and break out. I can't get out.

"Is there a problem, Señorita?" questions Despiadado amused.

I stay silent and turn to face him. He has a such a smug look on his face and what's worse is the glint in his eye. He's not finished with trying to figure me out. I'm unsure whether I should stay by the door or go back to the computer. One thing is for sure though, I can't lose control. I need to remain calm. I need to erase my emotions, I tried to get out because his focus is on me and with the code cracked, I don't need him anymore. We don't need to work together. I need to distract him somehow.

"What gave me away?" I question in Spanish.

There's no point in us both speaking English when both of our mother tongue is Spanish.

"Your english is flawless. I had no idea until you started talking faster. That's when you were slipping a little. I wouldn't have picked up on it normally however I've been watching you closely. But there's something even more interesting. Wouldn't you like to know?" asks Despiadado rhetorically before standing up.

He takes slow steps towards me. Slow and deliberate. Because he knows there's no rush. I'm not going anywhere and he knows it. My stomach turns but I refuse to step back, to show any weakness. I was raised to never show emotion. He stops just in arms reach.

"It's telling that they wouldn't let you out which means you don't have the authorisation. You're not military. And not just that but they are keeping you in here with me. They wouldn't risk that if you're a civilian which means you're the same as me. You're a prisoner," realises Despiadado with a smirk.

Damn it Lennox. This is why you should listen to me.

"Just because I don't have authorisation doesn't mean I'm not military. All it means is that a higher rank made an order. You shouldn't make assumptions," I state calmly.

"I've been doubtful that you're military for a while. Your hair should be cut short or at the very least in a pony tail. You're not in military uniform, you have no dog tags. In previous conversations you haven't spoken to Major Lennox like he's your superior and yet it's his orders that are stopping you from leaving. He doesn't trust you to leave this cell," debates Despiadado.

That's not it. Lennox trusts me enough to leave if needed which means something's happened.

"As I've said, you shouldn't make assumptions," I repeat with the same calmness.

"I've also asked my outside sources to look into you, or rather the name you gave me: Megan Fox. It's interesting that nothing comes up, not even a fake I.D or even a cover story. You just don't exist. Even here, you got through security without even signing in. Of course, I've got my ears everywhere but only one name comes up: Shadow," reveals Despiadado watching me closely.

I keep my emotions shut down and I don't react. I don't even blink. I make sure my body doesn't tense up but I stay on guard.

"No history, no background and a name like Shadow. You could be a secret agent but if that was the case you'll be able to pull rank and get out. It's strange and interesting your body language and emotions, or rather lack of, tells me nothing about you but at the same time, a lot. You're a professional. You are careful not to reveal anything. You're a genius but not arrogant which is rare, it makes people underestimate you. You don't have personal ties or if you do, you keep it well hidden. And you… I feel like I could kill someone in front of you and you wouldn't blink twice…. I feel like you could kill someone and not think twice about it. Almost like the perfect soldier," continues Despiadado, his eyes piercing through my core.

I have to resist the flinch that wants to surface. I give no reaction despite the fact I desperately want to clench my fists. The perfect soldier that's how I was raised. Not to think. Not to question. Not to have emotions. Just utter and complete obedience. An empty puppet.

"But of course I don't know how well you fight. You could be weak and panicky for all I know. I don't get that sense from you but I haven't seen you in action or at least not yet," continues Despiadado.

I stay silent and he takes another step forward right into my space.

"I wonder what it would take for you to jump into action?" questions Despiadado, peering onto me.

Looking through me, trying to dissect me with his eyes. Wanting to break me down. Abruptly, the room begins to shake and he looks up alarmed.

Big mistake. Never take your eyes off the enemy.

I ignore the shaking and I act quickly. I take my dagger out quickly whilst he's distracted by the room shaking and I stab forward.

"Not much. All it takes is a distraction," I answer as I swing forward.

Despiadado jumps back quickly, resulting in my dagger just scratching him downwards.

"You're right about one thing, I'm not military so I'm not bound with orders from others. I follow my own orders," I comment as I move quickly taking another swing across.

He moves quickly again, purely out of instinct, he doesn't expect another swing to come straight after another which is his mistake. I slash a wound across his chest but it's shallow. Too shallow. He jumps back a few times to get some distance as I continue relentlessly. I can still get him. He's going to hit the wall if he keeps jumping back, I can corner him there. Suddenly, my instincts tell me to jump back as the ceiling starts to come down. A bunch of debrief falls and a dust cloud fills the air. I cover my mouth, careful not to breathe it in. What the hell is happening? I try to look through the dust cloud but I can't yet. I can't see a thi- I swing my dagger up with both hands as I see a glint of something in front of me. I manage to block Despiadado's attack with him using his own dagger.

"Impressive, not many can draw blood from me," compliments Despiadado with a glint of sadistic eagerness in his eyes.

I don't ask where he got the dagger from. He always keeps one on him no matter what. It's the same dagger I always carry on me no matter what.

"I'll do more than just draw blood," I vow as I use my strength to hold his dagger at bay.

Despiadado laughs eagerly.

"So bloodthirsty," laughs Despiadado his eyes wide.

We stay there, locked in our positions. Both Despiadado's struggling to win the upper hand. The master assassin and the one who trained her.

Okay Despiadado. It's time to play but this time… I'm the one whose going to win.