Authors Notes- And look, I'm back with yet another update this My Life As I Knew It. And as you can gather by now I don't own Transformers, that belongs to Hasbro. I only own Marley. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter Four. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Four: Escape

"Rise and shine, Nightbird." Silas' cold voice jerked Marley from her dream-less sleep. Blinking her optics online, she pushed herself into a sitting position, optics narrowing when they settled on Silas. "I hope you're well rested, my dear. You have a big day ahead of you."

Saying nothing Marley got to her feet, and followed him outside. Her optics looking up at the clear blue sky. Not a cloud in sight, a cool breeze blowing over her metal frame, soothing her. However, a loud bark from Silas jerked her from her thoughts. Looking to where the man was she saw him standing beside a military jet of some sort. Marley tilted her head to the side, as looked at him inquisitively.

Smiling Silas decided to educate the poor just a little more. "Surely you remember those Autobots and Decepticons I spoke of before?"

Marley nodded, remaining silent.

Silas smiled. "The beings that inspired me to turn you into the being you are now have the ability to transform, taking the form of vehicles. Hence why you, and the rest of the world haven't seen them, let alone heard of them."

"Really?" Marley spat, her optics narrowing further, and her arms were crossed over her chest. "Personally I think you've been watching too much mecha anime." She spat, causing Silas to frown.

Marley braced herself, expecting to get another shock for her outburst, when Silas turned away look to the jet beside him, before continuing on. "I want you to scan this jet," He told her.

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Marley asked.

"From what I've observed, the Autobots and Decepticons scanned their vehicle modes with their optics. I want you to do the same with this AV-8B Harrier II. I hope you like it. I figured if anything you of all people wouldn't want to be limited by anything. So, I chose this alt-mode for you. So, I will tell you again. Scan it." Silas told her, in a tone that brooked no room for argument.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she looked to the jet, then to Silas once more. Seeing that she really didn't have a choice, she concentrated on doing what she was told for now and- WHOA! Before she could even think another thought she found herself doing what Silas commanded of her. Marley's mouth fell open as she scanned the jet. Blinking a few times she looked to the jet once more then to Silas.

A satisfactory look on his face, as he looked her over. "Good," he said. "Now I want you to transform." Not bothering to tell her how to do it.

Marley blinked again, confusion etched on her face plate. But she didn't ask as she recalled what Silas had told her. Apparently these beings could disguise themselves as Earth vehicles. So, obviously Silas expected her to be able to the do the same. Biting down on her bottom lip once more she wondered just how she was going to do that. Was she supposed to fold in on herself in some way? Or concentrate on her vehicle mode?

Closing her optics she decided on the latter. Marely cried out as she somehow, someway managed tor transform. Finding herself in the form of the jet before her, though just dark purple. Okay, this was crazy, this had to be some fucked up dream. It had to be! A whimper escaped from Marley's as cheers rang out from Silas and his men. Obviously, she had succeeded in their expectations as she transformed once again. Her gaze fixed on the ground as they cheered.

She needed to get out of here, and soon. If she didn't she was more than certain she would go crazy. Gritting her denta she vowed that she would escape. The big question was, how? As the members of MECH were distracted the woman turned Cybertronian turned on her heel, and walked away. No one seemed to notice she was leaving, retreating back into the airplane hanger. Plopping down on the table she had been previously strapped to, and sighed.

Now, how do I get out of here? She thought, hand on her chin. As tempting as it was she knew there was no way she could just walk out the double doors, and disappear. Her optics settled on the double doors that lead outside, to freedom. Her fingers brushing against the collar around her neck.

Biting down on her bottom lip once more she felt around, looking for a clasp, or anything to get this damned contraption off.

As she did, however she was rewarded with another painful jolt, a pained cry escaping her lips as she dropped to the ground.

"Though you could sneak off, did you?" Silas asked, chuckling.

Marley glared at the man as she picked herself up off the ground. "Can you blame me?" she growled, venom dripping off he words, as she picked herself up. "Why would anyone want to hand out with you or your goons?"

That. Marley would admit. Was not the best decision as she was rewarded with another jolt of electricity coursing through her abused body. Every muscle cable tensing as she cried once more.

"So," she panted, optics blazing, denta bared, a low animalistic growl escaping her throat. "What are you going to do to me once I'm tamed like a dog?"

Silas moved closer and closer until he was mere inches from her face plate. "Once you know your place." He told her, reaching out to place a hand against her cheek, obviously comfortable that she won't lash out at him or bite his arm clean off his body. "Then the world will belong to MECH. And then no one will oppose us."

Great, Marley thought, as she sat up once more, her feet swinging off the edge of the table. Asshole here is bent on world domination. The cliché villain type I see. Saying nothing Marley watched as Silas turned to type something into the console, before looking to her once more.

"Come," he said. "Your training is far from over."

Saying nothing Marley obediently followed after him, as she did an escape plan began to form in her head, the corner of her mouth turning upwards.

*Several Days Later*

There was something here. There had to be, Dreadwing thought as he found himself in the same place he had felt that odd feeling before. When he had been ordered to scout for a new energon mine, and since then this strange feeling would not leave him alone. Something was here, calling out to him, and whatever it was it was grating on his nerves. Gritting his denta Dreadwing transformed and scanned the area, seeing nothing but trees and more trees.

Off in the distance he could see several human buildings, and what looked like a airplane hanger. Dreadwing thought nothing of it, until he heard several shouts followed by the sight of several people drawing closer and closer to his location. And though Lord Megatron had told him not to waste his time with the humans unless absolutely necessary. Scowling he pulled out his cannon. Something was telling him to stick around, that something that wasn't human was headed his way.

His fuel pump lurching as he heard gunfire and shouts. His curiosity getting the better of him, as he moved further and further into the forest, tightening his grip on his cannon. Optics darting left and right, looking for any sign of a threat. When something burst through the trees to his right, spinning around he trained his cannon on a lone femme.

Terrified green optics staring into his narrowed red optics, as shouts sounded behind the femme, trembling lips parted.

"H-help me, please."

Those words, for some reason seemed to stop Dreadwing in his tracks, as he lowered his cannon just a bit. Optics roving over the young femme, trying to determine if she was an Autobot or Decepticon. Seeing nothing that was indicate what faction she was apart of he raised his cannon once more. A scowl etched on his face plate, a low growl escaping his lips.

"And why should I help you?" he growled, and waited for a response, as the voices drew closer and closer. And as they did the femme looked more and more ready to bolt.

Dreadwing scowl deepened, it was almost like she was more frightened of the pathetic humans rather than him. However, before he could dwell on that thought for much longer, several black clad humans emerged from the bushes. Guns trained on the femme and on him. Dreadwing cast the humans a look, the audacity of these vermin. Gritting his denta Dreadwing found himself wanting to crush them underfoot for the fact that they thought that they could take him on. Pitiful vermin, instead he looked to the femme standing before him once more.

"Help me," she whispered once more.

And despite his better judgement he did not transform and fly off, leaving this strange femme to whatever fate the humans had planned for her. Even as his optics settled on the thick black collar around her neck. Something was preventing him from leaving even as another human emerged from the shadows, looking up at him. Not seeming to realize the danger he was in.

However, this new human didn't seem to pay Dreadwing much heed as he turned to the femme, and pulled something from his pocket. Without a word he pressed the button on the device, causing the femme to scream in pain, and drop to her knees.

Dreadwing's optics widened as he witnessed this, anger swelling behind his chest plate as he let out a low growl, blood red optics trained on the man harming the femme.

"Let her go." Dreadwing growled, cannon trained on the human who had the audacity not to look frightened as he turned to met Dreadwing's gaze. "I will not ask again."

As he said this he fired up his cannon, with every intention of turning the human to dust if the human dare say or do something Dreadwing did not like. Al the while the femme clutched at the thick black collar, trying in vain to pry it off. Stopping only when Dreadwing spoke up. Her optics wide as she watched what was happening.

It seemed, Marley thought. That things would just keep getting more and more interesting...

Authors Notes- And with that it concludes Chapter Four. And I have nothing else to say other than I hope you enjoyed, and that I'll TRY and get the next chapters up...soon-ish. And This is The Exhausted Writer signing off.