Chapter Twenty-One
Optimus Prime was strapped down to an enormous laboratory table his body held down tightly, so, he was unable to move at all his azure optics meeting the gazes of the humans known as Sector Seven. He looked at the ones known as Agent Simmons and Tom Bandacheck, and his own patience was running thin with these humans.
"You are wasting your time I will not divulge any information about my people," Optimus snapped.
"We figured you'd say that being you're their leader and Prime," Agent Simmons remarked.
"We were also ready for that," Bandacheck remarked as Optimus didn't like that remark or tone.
"Do it," Agent Simmons replied with a nod of his head.
Suddenly Optimus was assaulted with mechanical arms coming from the ceiling that Sector Seven was using and they tortured Optimus by draining his non-vital energon lines, making him weak and unable to fight.
"Now answer our questions, Prime," Bandacheck ordered.
"Never," Optimus growled through the pain.
"If he doesn't answer the questions he's asked, take a little more energon from him. The more he doesn't 'talk' about where his Autobots are, the more we take," Agent Simmons remarked as Optimus finally yelled out in pain.
"Feel free to talk any time," one of the agents said.
"Get fragged," Optimus snarled as his vision swam and error messages started to flash.
But he would never give in... NEVER.
Xxxxx
Noella stared down at her first torture story regarding Optimus Prime, taking a little bit of lessons from her friend Missy Rainer's stories. She read every story she had ever written and decided to try her hand at it. Noella wrote her preface about how Optimus was captured by Sector Seven instead of Bumblebee and she was proud of the story so far.
Noella jumped as she heard a sudden clap of thunder and flash of lightning that danced over the sky.
"I hate storms," she grumbled as she posted her preface to her story hoping it gained a lot of attention.
Noella could be kinky, but oftentimes, not. Not good with guns. More like being sarcastic and annoying. She loved the cranky medic and Ironhide. And she is a verbal fighter. She had a lot of attitude, too. She was a rebel. She had long blonde curly hair, blue eyes. She's got a petite figure.
She was most assuredly a rebel without a cause, she thought to herself as she grinned to herself.
Xxxxx
At Samuel James Witwicky's house...
Sam was reading some stories on the same website called Original Styles, it was the same site Missy had been on except her side was all fanfiction not original but realms shifted during the storm once more. And, when it did Sam stumbled upon Noella's work, and he knew he had to tell Optimus right away once more.
"I can't believe this is happening again, come on, Mikaela," Sam replied as Mikaela followed him.
"What's happening again?" she asked.
"Another writer torturing Optimus," Sam said as they hurried into Bumblebee.
Sam had told Bumblebee about the said problem happening all over once more and he sent a commlink to Optimus.
::::::... Optimus, Sam found stories that another human female has been writing about you, sir...:::::::::
Silence at first...
:::::::... About me again are you referring to someone other than my Missy?...:::::::::
::::::... She writes detailed torture about you, sir...::::::::
Bumblebee could feel his adopted Sire's anger over their bond once more, he was furious now and he couldn't blame him.
:::::::::... I will be waiting for your arrival...:::::::::
Several hours later...
Optimus stared at his mate; his optics narrowed as he tried to keep calm. He wasn't angry at her but he would like to know why this kept happening.
"What happened?" she asked.
"There is another femme who has written a piece of literature such as yours," Optimus said as Missy shrugged.
"I have no idea who it is," Missy replied.
"Really?" Optimus asked.
"Yes really," she answered as she felt a stab of hurt that he didn't believe her.
"Why has she dedicated her story to you then?" Optimus demanded in a heated fury.
Missy froze at his words...
Oh shit.
Xxxx
"Well?" Optimus demanded, waiting for an answer. He could tell his mate knew now.
"Can you show me the stories?" Missy asked.
Optimus showed her the stories. Missy groaned, looking down. This made so much more sense. And if her friend's stories were here, then her friend must be as well from a realm shift.
"Do you know who this is now?" Optimus asked.
"Yes, I do. She's my friend Noella," Missy said.
"Then I shall go retrieve her," Optimus said, getting up to go leave.
"What? Are you crazy? Noella would run if she saw strangers coming at her," Missy said.
"She would not get far," Optimus said. "You stay here."
"But-"
"No buts. You are staying," Optimus said, his voice stern.
"Fine," Missy pouted.
"We will talk later as well," Optimus said.
"Okay," Missy said.
She watched as her mate left, calling for Lennox at the same time. She huffed, going to the rec room. She found a spot near Ratchet, taking it and sitting down. Ratchet's sensors told him something was up.
"What is it?" Ratchet asked.
"Optimus is pissed at me. My friend arrived in this realm from my realm and Optimus was told of her stories," said Missy.
"And I take it they are torture stories?" Ratchet asked.
"Yeah," said Missy. "And she dedicated her stories to me. So, this will be interesting to see when she comes here. I wonder if he will lock her up like he did me."
"I'm not sure," Ratchet said.
"Well, I guess we'll find out," said Missy. "He just left, so he may not be long."
Missy grabbed a bottle of water, sitting back down. She just hoped that everything went well with Noella. But knowing that sassy girl, she would be a handful of trouble. Not just for Lennox, but for her new mate as well.