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Chapter 3:

The High

Another guard walks by the door; I can just barely hear it from my recharge bed. They stop, which means they are checking inside the window, and than they continue. If I appear asleep, they don't bother checking in on me. But I'm wide awake, just facing to the opposite wall so they can't see my open optics.

Another Autobot would check in the window in ten cycles, so I looked up, and got to my feet. I opened up the link of armor over my forearm, and looked at the metallic green skin below it. Not long ago it was different, when I was Galvatron. That was what seemed long ago.

A scar stretched over my skin; even now I just feel the low throb as my fuel lines pump along.

Nine cycles left.

I just touched it, the rough mark over smoothly pulled skin that covered fuel lines and muscle wires. It tingled from the contact of my claws. I looked around, and though swiftly.

Eight cycles left.

My claw reached over it, pushing into the membrane, but not breaking it yet, burrowing into the jade silicon skin. Than I dragged the very edge of my claw over it, it finally broke the skin. I felt the armor on the back of my neck practically shiver, and my spark leaped out of my body as the room jolted beneath me. That was the high.

Five cycles left.

I covered it with my hand, the cut wasn't at all deep, just enough to let fuel run between my fingers. It started to slow, ( )nanomites started patching the wound up again. I raised my palm away from it.

Three cycles left.

I wiped away the excess fluid onto my fingers, and rubbed it away until it appeared gone, soaking in through the slightly porous surface. I placed the armor back over my forearm. That was as far as I would go tonight.

One cycle left.

The guard checked in through my window, saw me sound asleep, and continued his walk; I closed my eyes to the light patter of his feet.

2…3…4…5… and fade away.

You tap your fingers on your knee again, watching me, your computer on your lap, heels crossed. Your eyes wander to the picture behind my head.

"Do you want some energon?" You motion to the bottle that is on your desk, it's clear like glass, but it's probably not, a light green liquid is in it.

Very weak energon.

I don't nod nor shake my head.

"Okay." You say, putting the bottle down on the floor behind your desk.

You've begun to speak for me too, now, since you're sure it will be a while before I start talking for myself. I think that too.

You're looking pretty thin this week, thinner than last week. You come here looking weaker every week. It might just be in my mind, but I'm not too sure about that.

You scratch your arm a bit, and than sigh, looking at the clock. Still about thirty cycles to go. 42… 43… 44… I look at the bolts on the ceiling again. I'm about a quarter of the way through, I think. They blend with the white ceiling, so they take a while to find.

"Do you want to be back outside again?" You ask, leaning forward a bit as if you are actually interested.

I don't answer again. 45… 46… 47…

"Do you want to say anything? Anything at all?"

I keep quiet, though I look at you for less than a cycle, and back to the ceiling.

56… 57… 58…

"How about some sort a of word game? Or we could still discuss something." You pause for a few moments, "Maybe we could discuss what happened in… Unicron."

I look at you again, and you force that practiced smile on me. There's nothing to smile about though.

"I'm open for anything. What do you think of the Autobots? The Decepticons? How about any relationships you had-"

I drown out your voice until it's an annoying whisper. I'm still thinking about Unicron. I was swallowed by it… thrown into it's innards like a snack. Which I may have been, for all I know. I don't know how long I was there… alone… I decide to count the bolts again.

61… 62… 63…

You look at the clock again, and grab the small bottle of energon from behind your desk, holding it out like a peace offering.

"You sure you don't want any?"

I don't answer, and you answer for me. No. You open it and take a short sip, and gulp it down quietly, than put it down on the desk.

67… 68… 69…

You close your computer, and press the button under your chair. The door opens, and in come the 'escorts'

Session ended five minutes late.

( ) Nanomites: A sytem in Transformers that repairs wounds to the skin like pallettes in human blood. I also have no clue how to spell pallettes. or if that is even the right word for it, but you get the idea.

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