Hello. Thanks guys for all the reviews and favourites as well as follows. They really warmed my heart. I can't wait to see what you think of this chapter. I was going to leave it on a cliff hanger but I changed my mind thinking that it was too mean. But that doesn't mean I'll always show mercy.
WingBladeWeaver1357: Poor Vi...but at least she escaped Barricade...please update soon! :D
Thanks. I will try to but no promises. It's hard with college life but I'm leaving soon so I should have some time in July and August. Yeah, poor Vi being chased by Barricade and thinking she's loosing her mind and this chapter doesn't help.
Rebecca13787: I LOVE THIS STORY! Please update soon!
Aww I'm glad you do. This made me so happy when I read it. It really brightened my day (I'm not just saying that, I was close to jumping up and down and squealing)
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Thanks so much. I'm glad you reviewed. And it's true you should never turn a blind eye to coincidences. That can be a major mistake. I'll try to update quickly.
Remember to read and review guys. It does motivate me and show me someone is actually interested in what I write.
Unfortunately, I do not own Transformers (sniff sniff) but I do own Shadow/Vi.
Chapter 3...
I'm suddenly pulled awake at 1:00AM. My instincts stirring up as I get up quickly but quietly. I get changed quickly not wearing my usual shadow outfit. It's safe in my bike. I had to get changes before I entered. The last thing I wanted is to get arrested because I looked like a spy in my tight leather suit which just screams deadly. I put on a tank top but I put on my belt which has my daggers hidden. I don't want to be completely unarmed right? I put on my leather pants as well as high heels as I hear shouting and people running up the stairs. They might not be coming doe me but I can't shake off the feeling that they are. I look outside in the car park to see a huge GMC Topkick and other cars similar to it. Looks like the government but I can't be sure. And that Topkick looks really familiar. I hear banging at my door and shouting.
"Open up!"
I clutch my blade to me and I crouch on the other side of the door. Luckily this isn't the first time something like this has happened so I decide to do the usual plan, act like a foreigner (which I am since I originally come from Spain) and act like I have no clue on what's going on. I put my Spanish accent on, making it think.
"Who-Who's there?!" I call out making my voice shake.
I press my ear to the door trying to listen properly.
"Just open the damn door!" shouts the same gruff, deep voice.
"Hide! You probably scared the poor girl," whispers the other guy.
His voice is a lot lighter but still deep.
"N-no! Leave me! I done nothing wrong!" I shout through the door, leaving out words so it makes my act seem more believable.
"It's the military," replies the softer voice.
It seems like he's trying to gain my trust. The military? That's new. I look through the peep hole and sure enough, there's two men dressed in military clothing. Not good. There's a man with blonde, brownish hair and he looks like an average man except with the uniform and big muscles. But the person next to him. He's huge! His muscles has muscles. He has a scar over his left eye. Speaking of eyes, his is super light blue, looking like it's close to glowing. His head is shaved bald and he has mixed skin colour. He has a sharp jaw, which has subtle around it. Oh yeah, and he has some type of tattoo on his arm but I can't tell what it is from here.
"Why you here?" I ask using poor grammar.
"If you don't open the door I'll knock it down!" threats the big one impatiently.
I'm guessing he's the Hide one. Whatever sort of name that is.
"No! You rude!" I reply smirking on the inside at his annoyance, as a little amusement fills me. Hey, who says I can't have a little fun?
"Why you little gl-" shouts Hide(?) but he is interrupted by the smaller man.
"Ahem! We just want to ask a few questions, then we'll leave ok?" questions the other one, making my attention turn to him.
Come to think of it, he looks familiar as well. I wonder where I've seen him. This could be a trap but still, if I don't comply the bug dude will probably knock the door down.
"Wait a moment. I not decent," I call through buying some time.
I quickly look through my apartment making sure all weapons are hidden and I put my dagger back in my belt hidden away, and I put a black jacket on to hide my belt a little.
"Just questions then leave?" I ask checking.
"For goodness sake fe-girl, open the door!" shouts the man.
His partner tells him off shortly before facing the door and answers, "Yes, now can you open the door please?"
Well, since he said please. I unlock the door before opening it.
"Thank you ma'am," says the nicer one while the bigger one just grunts.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I decide that I don't like him.
"Who-who are you?" I question again, making myself look scared.
"That doesn't matter. You just need to answer the questions, not ask them," grunts Hide(?)
Fine, the quicker they get out of here the better.
"We apologize for waking you up, miss?" says the smaller one (I'm just going to call them Mr Nice and Mr Rude)
"Natasha Jones," I lie, using the same fake name as earlier.
"Miss Jones, but this is very important and I'll appreciate if you co-operate," continues Mr Nice as Mr Rude glares at me, which I try my best not to return.
"Of course sir. Would you like some tea? Coffee?" I ask.
Hopefully, I can slip in some sedatives and escape while they're knocked out.
"No thanks," replies Mr Nice as Mr Rude shakes his head.
So that plan's gone. I sit down at the table gesturing for them to do the same which Mr Nice does but Mr Rude remains standing, not letting his guard down. Smart man.
"Where were you at midday?" questions Mr Nice getting straight to the point.
"At Mac Donalds," I answer honestly.
"Anyone with you?" questions Mr Nice.
"No, I on my own," I reply missing a word or two out.] to make it seem more believable.
"Was you chased?" questions Mr Nice.
"I do not understand," I reply trying not to give any info away as I fake confusion.
He passes a green folder across the table and I open it curiously before cursing inwardly at myself for being so stupid and careless. I show no feeling outside though, making me look calm. There was a photo of me on my motorbike with my helmet off, then a picture behind of Barricade on my tail.
"You were being followed," states Mr Nice.
"Sì," I answer nodding.
There's no point in lying, they have proof. I'm getting sloppy. I've never been caught on camera like that.
"Why was he after you?" questions Mr Nice as Mr Rude glares at me which I ignore.
"I don't know," I answer semi truthfully.
It could be many reasons.
"Why didn't you stop?" questions Mr Rude who has been silent until now.
"What?" I ask a little off guard by the question.
"He's a cop, why didn't you stop and pull over?" he rephrases.
Darn! What can you say to that? He and his car looked like Decepticons from a fictional movie? Yeah right. Hello looney bin. I rack my brain for answers and none are good. This gives more information than I'll like but...
"I...I um... I sort of have strong instincts. Runs in the family, that sort of thing and I um... how do I say? ...I got a bad vibe from him. I didn't trust him," I explain trying to act like I had to think hard about translating the words.
Come to think of it, my instincts are screaming at me to get away from Mr Rude. I watch them both closely as Mr Nice looks over to Mr Rude who shrugs a little, slightly unsure if I'm telling the truth before both of their attention turns back to me.
"So you have no idea at all?" questions the guy almost a pleading in his voice.
"No," I say shortly acting confused.
Mr Nice sighs looking a little guilty before saying, "I'm afraid, we're going to have to take you in."
"What?!" I exclaim, resisting the urge to throw my daggers in them so I can escape.
"That man is a dangerous criminal," states Mr Nice.
"How dangerous?" I ask curiously.
"You don't want to know," replies Mr Rude clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Psycopathic murder?" I guess interested.
"Heh, you can say that," says Mr Rude.
"How many has he killed?" I ask.
"More than I can count," states Mr Rude harshly, gritting his teeth.
The guy must of killed someone close to him. I can tell from his body language, absolute hatred. I wonder why I haven't heard of him.
'Unless of course, he really is a Decepticon,' my mind answers annoyingly.
I push that thought away focusing my mind.
"Why do you need me?" I ask my accent slipping a little.
"You are our only lead. He's been MIA for months and then he shows up chasing you," replies Mr Nice.
"I'll come on one condition," I reply.
"It's not a choice," growls Mr Rude narrowing his eyes.
"It is if you want my co-operation," I reply.
"Go on," says Mr Nice.
"I get there on MY motorbike," I stress.
"Denied," replies Mr Rude straight away not giving it a second thought.
"No deal then," I counter folding my arms.
"Why?" questions Mr Nice suspicious as well as curious.
"I'm not fond of tight spaces, especially if it's gonna be with him," I answer jerking my thumb towards Mr Rude.
He grunted and mumbled under his breath so quietly that even I couldn't pick up what he said. Probably insults towards me, no doubt.
"You won't escape?" questions Mr Nice.
"Would I stand a chance if I did?" I ask in return.
"I don't know you seem to escape Ba-the terrorist pretty easily," replies Mr Nice.
True. I smirk inside as I remember giving him the slip.
"How did you do that?" questions Mr Rude curiously as well as suspiciously.
"A magician never reveals her tricks. Besides, there was one of him, and there's lots of you," I reply, though I'm pretty sure I would be able to escape.
"You can as long as you give your full co-operation and you drive between us and the other military trucks with no attempt to escape," warns Mr Nice sternly.
Well I suppose I can agree to that, I mean I criminals word means nothing (well to most of them,) I don't have to stick to it. I've done it before. But to be fair, I only go back on my word when I figure out, they're going to double cross me.
"Sì, I agree," I reply with a nod before leaving with them, making sure I have everything.
Mr Nice leaves first and I follow behind until Mr Rude stops me.
"I'm keeping my eyes on you," warns Mr Rude growling.
"Most men do," I smirk coyly.
His brilliant blue eyes narrow at me in anger as he growls at me while I walk past, laughing on the inside.
My helmet firmly on this time, I drive on the interstate with 2 black cars in front and one behind with Mr Rude behind the wheel next to Mr Nice. I really need to find out their real names. I've been driving for hours now and I feel restricted, like a need to get away. I could of escaped hours ago like what my mind and instincts are telling me. But there's something telling me to carry on, to stay on the ride, not to escape. Like something big is going on or something is going to happen. I have a feeling it has something to do with my earlier accident and the police care. I don't normally let my curiousity overtake me but it's overpowering me for once. It's like a pull and it's telling me that whatever is going on, I don't want to miss this.
Before I know it, we're at some kind of base and I'm being escorted off my motorbike.
"Hey! You be careful with motorbike!" I call out putting my accent on and missing a word out.
"Don't worry ma'am, you'll have it back in no time," says Mr Nice guiding me to a room.
My guess is an interrogation room. Yippee.
"We'll be right outside so don't try anything," warns Mr Rude.
I ignore him entering the room pretending to look nervous and confused. The room is plain with security cameras in the top corners. In the middle of the room is a table with chairs on two sides facing opposite each other. I sit down acting with drawn playing the part of a scared, confused innocent girl. A few minutes later, a man strolls in. His whole demeanor shouts arrogance and self importance. Thinking's he's bigger than everyone no matter who they are. A complete jerk. I'm going to have fun messing with his head.
"Argh! Can't you answer the question in ENGLISH?!"
Laughter bubbles up in me however I hold it in, putting fake confusion on my face as I see the same man having a paddy in front of me along with a few other people in frustration. I speak in Spanish, pretending I can't speak English.
"Eres todo un montón de idiotas," I say in a confused tone. That actually means, 'You're all a bunch of idiots,' but they don't know that.
"Speak English please!" shouts another man sitting opposite me, slamming his head on the table.
Suddenly, the door opens. Hopefully someone's come to take me away from these idiots.
"I got a translator," says someone coming in.
From the corner of my eye, I see Mr Rude enter with two other people. He stands in the right corner in front of me.
"Finally!" exclaims the arrogant man.
"He speaks Spanish," says the same man from before.
It looks like I'm going to have to mix things up a little.
"Can you translate this into Spanish?" asks the man pointing at the questions below.
"Sí," nods the translator, looking down.
"Why was the police car chasing you?" questions the man in Spanish.
"Non capisco," I reply which is Italian for I don't understand.
"She's not speaking Spanish," says the translator puzzled.
"What do you mean?" asks the arrogant man annoyed.
"That's not Spanish, maybe Italian?" suggests the man, making a guess.
"Non capisco. C'est quoi cette hotuire? Es vos confusaque?" I ask switching the language fluently.
"Is that German?" asks one man with a weak puzzled guess.
"No, I think it's French," replies the arrogant man acting like his guess is obviously the correct one.
"Enough!" orders Mr Rude shutting everyone up, creating silence.
"She was previously speaking Spanish, but it turned into Italian which turned into French and then to Latin. She's tricked you all," explains Mr Rude annoyed at their behaviour.
I frown at him, my mood changing immediately. Complete spoil sport. Before anyone can say anything, Mr Nice storms in looking well not so nice. He shows me my purse which I had to give to him. He opens it up, picking up my I.D card which says Natasha Jones.
"I checked your I.D and it says on the computer that you don't even exist so I picked it up and wham!" he exclaims and a lot of I.D cards stuck to each other pop out.
Namely all mine. All with different pictures with me in different wigs and make up, with different names.
"And then we checked them all. None exist not even a fake account," continues Mr Nice, shocking me even though I didn't dare show it.
Ok... That's weird. I set up lots of fake accounts and I double checked all of them. Has someone deleted them all? But in that case who?
"So who are you?" questions Mr Nice who is glaring at me at the moment along with everyone else.
I glare at him hard and they all tense up with a few men behind flinching.
"You just had to ruin my fun, didn't you?" I question a little annoyed.
Mr Rude and Mr Nice narrow their eyes at me.
"You speak perfect English?" asks the arrogant man behind in anger.
"Who are you? Are you a spy?" questions Mr Rude ignoring the other man.
"You think I'm a spy because I like to have a little fun messing with stuck up officials?" I answer with a question.
Before anyone can answer someone else enters. This room is staring to get crowded.
"The big guy would like to question her," states the man.
"But I'm not done!" exclaims the stuck up man.
"Give it a rest, Mr Rise. She's not going to co-operate with you," states Mr Rude.
At least, he's got one thing right. He grabs my arm and lifts me up. I stand up walking by him, with him gripping my arm (in a really strong grip) taking me out the room with Mr Nice on my other side.
"Treating me like a low common criminal," I complain.
"You didn't co-operate," states Mr Nice.
"Well don't stick me in a room with arrogant stuck up officials who think they're better than everyone else," I retort.
They didn't reply to I decide to continue.
"Look I haven't done anything wrong really," I add on.
Mr Nice sighs before saying, "No. But you might know some vital information."
"It's important that you tell us the truth and give us all the information you know, kid," states Mr Rude.
"Kid, seriously? I'm legally an adult," I reply.
"Yeah right," scoffs Mr Rude.
Ok...I clearly look like an adult, I mean yeah I don't look like I'm 30 but old enough that I clearly look like an adult.
"I still don't know your names," I point out curiously.
"You still don't need to know," retorts Mr Rude.
"Well, I guess I'm going to have to call you Mr Rude and the other guy Mr Nice," I comment.
I hear Mr Nice stifle a laugh while Mr Rude glares at me which is completely pointless.
"If you want I could call you worser things," I continue unfazed by him trying to intimidate him just before we all stop outside a steel door that looks a lot like other doors.
"I suppose I should tell you his name otherwise he might squash you. He's Ron Hide," states Mr Nice.
So that's who Mr Rude is. Makes sense. He's a pain in my-
"And I'm Major Lennox," continues Mr Nice.
What?! My body freezes as my brain tries to take in what's happening. No double flipping way. I thought he looked familiar. No, this is just another huge coincidence. Or a really freaky prank. Before I can think of another sentence, I'm pushed into room.
"Ok, what the heck's going on here? I swear if this is some prank-" I rant but I stop as someone tries to push me in a seat, however, my instincts finally kick in and I dodge, stopping myself from twisting the punk's arm off.
"Don't touch me," I hiss glaring at him.
The punk cringes at the glare before backing off.
"That goes to all you army boys," I warn before sitting down myself crossing my arms.
In front of me is a microphone and a screen showing sound waves. My guess is that they want me to communicate with the big guy but they want his identity to remain a secret.
"I'll ask again, what the heck's going on?" I growl annoyed.
I'm losing my patience. I don't like being kept out the loop. Before anyone else has a chance to speak, a voice speaks which makes my heart stop. I know it's happened a lot recently but it feels like I'm on the brink of insanity. I feel like I've been tossed into Wonderland and then tossed around again as cold dread fills me.
"Greetings Miss, I would like to-"
However, I didn't hear the rest as I storm out the room quickly without saying a word, stunning a lot of people. Lots of people follow me quickly telling me to come back or else but I ignore them. I think Hide and Lennox follow behind me confused.
"Miss, you can't go in there," protests a woman but I barge through, not quite sure what's drawing me in there.
I nearly stop walking as my eyes nearly fall out of its sockets.
"No...No... !" I scream in denial, walking in the middle of the room.
Right around me are cars. Not just any cars. No. There's a search and rescue Hummer H2, the same black GMC Topkick as earlier. A silver Chevrolet Corvette, Stingray Concept and in the middle a massive Peterbilt 379 semi truck.
"No! You're not real!" I yell at them.
I probably look crazy yelling at the cars but I don't care.
"Who?" questions Lennox.
"Who do you think?! Ratchet! IronHide! Sideswipe! And Optimus freaking Prime!" I yell nearly screaming.
However, none of them move to my dismay.
"Miss, you really need to-" starts Ron Hide who is obviously IronHide as he grabs my arm.
"Can it IronHide! Ron Hide? I mean seriously that's almost as bad as Barry Cade!" I exclaim as I whirl round on him, shoving my arm away.
"Barry Cade?" questions IronHide confused.
"Look Miss-" starts Will but I cut him off.
"And you! That was so obvious! Why the heck didn't I see it before?! I thought I saw you somewhere and I have! You're close friends with the Cybertronians!" I shout pointing a finger at him viciously.
"Miss, there's no IronHide. None of the cars are alive," starts another man I recognise as Robert Epps.
"Epps! This is unreal! You're all not admitting it?" I question at the end my voice going softer.
They all look at each other unsure and my face darkens.
"Fine. I'll make you come out," I growl, my voice dangerously low.
Before anyone can do anything, I pull a gun out from the holster on Epps' hip and start shooting at the nearest car which happens to be Ironhide. I shoot multiple times and I hear shouting behind me but it's too late. Epps and another solider pull me back taking the gun with them. I hear static for a spilt second before I hear and see the truck move quickly. I step back as I see parts separate and go together. I hear sounds of transformation around me. It seems like time slowed down. I spin in a circle as watching them all transform. It actually takes my breath away and trust me that's a hard thing to do. It actually looks quite beautiful and wonderful (I refuse to say magical.) Everything looks amazing until I remember that I'm the one who peeved him off. Ironhide lets out a roar as he fully transforms. I take another step back as the soldiers gape up in shock and my hand automatically goes to my blades ready for battle. Even if it is with a giant alien mech. Thankfully Sideswipe and Ratchet holds him back as he tries to dive at me.
"Ironhide! Stop!" shouts Ratchet as he struggles slightly to pull him back.
"Ironhide, yield!" orders a strong voice.
That voice can only belong to Optimus Prime. I turn round and wow! I knew he was massive but man is he tall! He carries an air around him that makes you obey his every command. An authority air around him but more glorious.
"But Optimus-" protests Ironhide trying to break free.
"No, Ironhide. We do not harm humans," orders Optimus firmly.
He didn't even have to shout. That's quite amazing from my experience. Normally someone gets through by yelling to show that you've angered them but that's not the case here. While no one looks, I slowly remove my hand from my dagger, not taking my eyes off Ironhide whose optics is on Optimus Prime before locking with my eyes. Ironhide seems to be trying to blow me up on the spot with his optics. I hold my own well not breaking eye contact. Ironhide seems to hesitate for a bit before stepping back with a hmph folding his arms after Ratchet and Sideswipe release him. I give a small smirk before turning to Optimus as he speaks.
"Miss Jones, was that really necessary?" asks Optimus sounding a little tired.
"Well, you guys weren't revealing yourself. I had to do something," I answer innocently.
I hear Ironhide grumble under his breath about stupid femmes.
"So Miss Jones you know of our existence?" questions Optimus.
"Know of you? Of course. Everyone does. I know quite a bit being the average fan. I mean there's Sideswipe who relies on his speed and skill in his fights. He's an amazing warrior especially with his twin Sunstreaker. There's Ratchet, the grumpy medic who loves throwing wrenches about even though he's not fond of fighting. And then there's Ironhide who loves his awesome cannons and weapons. And then there's you. Optimus Prime! I don't even know where to begin," I explain shocking them as I step out of character with my fangirl side showing out looking up at Prime, my back to Ironhide.
It was then I realized how that sounded and I could sense Ironhide's mouth open.
"And Ironhide if you even dare say I'm a Decepticon spy I swear when you're in recharge, I'll tear you apart so badly that no one's going to tell what's your face and what's your butt," I threat.
That earned a few laughs from the soldiers and a whistle from Sides.
"She's good," laughs Sideswipe.
"See Optimus! She's like Soundwave! She can read my thoughts! We need to get rid of her immediately!" exclaims Ironhide offending me as my already thin patience starts to wear out.
"That's it!" I shout annoyed and I'm hold back by Lennox and Epps as I try to reach Ironhide.
I've been harassed by the Decepticons and now I've been called a spy for the Decepti-creeps. Seriously?! I have had hardly any sleep and I'm still a little injured from the explosion. I'm in no mood for this. I try to get through to Ironhide to rip his plates off as he brings his cannons out, warming them up.
"Woah! Calm down girl!" exclaims Epps holding me back.
"Geez! What did you have for breakfast?" questions Lennox.
"Enough!" orders Optimus his voice raising as his optics narrow.
I stop begrudgingly and cross my arms glaring at Ironhide as he puts his cannons away while gladly returning my glare.
"Ok, let's talk about this," suggests Ratchet.
My body tenses up as alarm bells go off in my head. I unfold my arms, shifting my eyes off Ironhide. I've read fanfictions. I know what's going to happen. I'm going to be locked away or prodded by Sector 7 or something like that. That will not happen I won't let it.
"No, I want to go home," I state clearly.
"You can't do that," says Lennox awkwardly.
"So you're keeping me prisoner?" I ask but more of a statement.
"No...well..." stammers Lennox unsure what to say.
"If I'm not a prisoner I should be allowed to leave," I reply trying to think of ways to escape.
My eyes dart around as start to feel trapped. I feel like everything's starting to close up on me. I force myself to breathe. I look around to see everyone giving each other uneasily, almost guiltily looks.
Epps steps forward and starts to explain, "You can't leave yet. You know top secret information."
My eyes narrow in anger. Just what I thought.
"No. You can't keep me prisoner," I protest, my muscles tensing ready for a fight as Lennox, Epps and another soldier stands around me.
Lennox opens his mouth and starts to speak, "Look just-"
But he doesn't have a chance to say anymore because he goes to grab me, firing up my instincts making me grab his wrist tightly. Everyone looks at me in shock with my quick reflexes. My eyes narrow dangerously as I speak.
"Bad move," I growl.
The other soldier tries to grab me from behind but I do a round house kick, knocking all three of them over. Without even a second glance, I run towards the open hanger door, pressing the emergency button on my belt.
"Hey! Stop her!" I hear a soldier order.
To get to the hanger door I have to go through some of the Autobots. Hopefully, it will be easier than it sounds. Ironhide tries to grab me but I dodge going under his legs.
"Hey come here, you little," starts Ironhide but Lennox interrupts him as he and some others run after me.
"Calm down, Alicia!" shouts Lennox, however I ignore him.
Nothing can stop me from leaving. I won't be caught. My heart thumps faster, causing my pulse to quicken. My senses heightened. I focus on my goal and black everything out. Escape. I need to escape. My body screams for it. I see arms of soldiers try to grab me but I dodge skillfully, tripping a few up that are too close. I finally reach outside to see some fighter jets and tanks. However, I don't dwell on the scenery long as I take a left and then right. Come on! Where is it? I stop, looking left and right. No sign of it. Come on.
"Wait, Alicia!" I hear Epps yell as I turn around to face them.
I see Lennox and Epps ahead and close to me.
"Sorry boys, but I'm on a tight schedule," I say evenly.
"Please Alicia, just-" starts Lennox but whatever he's going to say is cut off by a sound of an engine.
My motorbike's engine that's just arrived behind me. I give a smirk before saying, "See ya boys."
I hop on quickly, putting my helmet on, giving a rev before speeding off.
"Someone catch her now!" I hear Lennox order.
"She can't escape!" orders Ironhide.
I steer through, passing people and transport easily before I hear the sounds of transformation. I better hurry up. I know I'm good but I'm not that good. I can't outrun all the Autobots. I look in the side mirror to see a few military trucks behind me as well as Ironhide and Ratchet but what about the others? I look straight ahead of me to see Optimus with his big trailer in front of me, horizontally. So that's where he is. If I don't break I'll crash into him...or...I smirk as I think of a plan. Optimus won't hurt a human and he wont allow a human to et hurt if he can prevent it. I bring my bike low near the ground, skidding getting closer to Optimus surprising everyone. Optimus' axels rise like I planned allowing me to skid under him. I use my body strength to push my bike upwards, speeding off. The other Autobots following me are forced to break so they don't crash into Optimus. I give a small grin as I speed up before I frown because I start to hear static from my ear piece which I didn't turn on. This causes my confusion to rise before I hear a voice.
"Human, turn back," orders Sideswipe through my ear pod.
"It's Vi, not human," I growl before immediately scolding myself.
I should of never had said my name.
"Fine then. Vi. Turn back," repeats Sideswipe.
"Sorry Sides, but I like my freedom," I reply stirring around objects.
"How do you know so much about me?" questions Sideswipe curiously and suspiciously.
"Spooky, isn't it?" I ask, trying to scare him a little.
"You didn't answer my question," states Sideswipe.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I answer firmly.
"That doesn't matter right now. Look this is just a big misunderstanding-" starts Sideswipe but I interrupt.
"Misunderstanding? I understand perfectly. You guys want to lock me up," I hiss defensively as my movements and body is on autopilot as I argue.
"We just want to talk, Vi. You running away is just going to make things worse," says Sideswipe. gently being cautious.
"I've been running my whole life. I'll be surprise if you can find me after I'm on the road," I state coldly as the wind wipes back any stray hair from my helmet.
"So you're a coward," replies Sideswipe.
"No, I'm a survivor," I deny.
"Just comeback-" starts Sideswipe but I cut him off.
"No, I will not be locked away. I won't," I growl speeding up.
I hear him sigh before I hear him say, "Well I tried."
Tried? What's he-
Before I can finish that though I hear gunshots and I give a shout of surprise as my tires puncture and my motorbike starts swinging about. I hold on tightly pressing down on my brakes. My bike starts to skid on its side on the concrete, making my arm catch the road, causing road burn. I give a shout of pain as my bike skids into some crates, effectively stopping me. Everything goes black for a second and my muscles weaken and they feel so heavy. I hear some shouts and I open my eyes. Black dots clouds my vision as everything spins around me.
"Hey! Over there!" yells a voice, raising alarm in me in my sluggish state.
I force myself to get up and I shake my head to clear my vision before taking off in a weak run. Pain surges through my left leg but I ignore as I see an open gate ahead.
Yes! I'm free!
I reach my hand out to grab the side of the gate but suddenly, something tackles me. Hard. The wind is roughly knocked out of me and someone pins me to a different part of the gate, holding my arms behind my back.
"No!" I scream in anger.
I was so close. Damn it all! I start to desperately struggle urgently, against my captor whom I can't see. He bashes me against the gate and uses his weight to pin me tighter but I don't give up.
"You lose, fleshy," I hear my captor say and my eyes widen in recognition.
"Sides! Don't do this! I can't! Can't! Be locked away!" I plead mostly acting, hoping he'll let me go out of pity.
However he doesn't buy into it. This makes me struggle violently against him more as I see his convertible nearby. I see the other Autobots roll up, witnessing the scene. I growl as Sideswipe puts handcuffs on my wrist tensing my muscles before I let my body go numb as I give up for now. I'm too tired to deal with it. They want to lock me up? Fine. I'l just escape once I've gained my strength. Sideswipe turns me around and I see Lennox and Epps get out of Ironhide before the Autobots transform in their bipedal mode surrounding us.
"Good work Sideswipe," praises Prime.
I growl, glaring at each one of them as my eyes narrow, making some soldiers cringe or flinch. Some soldiers grab onto me as Sideswipe lets me go and he sizzles out of existence as the real him transforms. I give him an ice cold glare before he averts his eyes.
"Come on guys. Let's lock her up," I hear Lennox say before I'm roughly pushed forward. I give a hiss as my arm is badly provoked before they lead me away to a cell.
Why is everything not black and white anymore? My world is spinning and shattering around me. Is this what madness is? Everything seems upside down and I'm right side up. Or is it the opposite? Nothing makes sense. Did it ever? Is any of this real? Or is this a figment of my imagination? I can't lie this time. I can't lie to myself and say everything's ok. I can't say everything will make sense. My world is swirling with new colours and I'm pushed into a direction where I don't like it's going. I have no clue of the destination. It looks like i can't get off this ride. I guess I'm just going to have to tag along and improvise.