The heat from the sun blistered down on me, making my skin turn from the pale as ghost white to a mix between red and pink. There isn't any shelter or anything to rest under to give my soon-to-be blistering skin a break. And it was only the beginning of the day; give or take, it was around six in the morning.
My poor feet are covered in blisters from not being accustom to walking this much. The shoes to protect my feet are doing shit nothing, it was almost torture to walk on them but my mission has yet been finished. I have only traveled about twenty-six miles so far from the base.
Hopefully Ironhide or Sides won't notice my disappearance for awhile, giving me a head start. Who am I kidding? They will be happy they no longer have to deal with me, Ironhide must be celebrating he doesn't have to deal with-oh is that a road?
Squinting my eyes to get a better look at what seems to be a road; I gasp then choke on the air and have a coughing fit. My throat is dry from not having any water for the past eighteen hours and trekking through the hot desert.
After my coughing fit, it almost made me puke; I was able to clearly see the road with barely any activity on it. Hope and excitement bloomed inside my chest and help give me some adrenaline to continue my way forward. If there is a road, it must connect to a city and from there I can start my new life as a thug or something to help me get money to survive.
It took a great amount of time and energy to reach the road. Once my feet hit the roads asphalt, I sat my butt down on the close to skin burning asphalt. My feet felt better that they didn't have to carry the weight of my body.
While resting at the side of the road, cars rarely whizzed by but one wanted to be a douche and honk his train horn. It scared the living shit out of me and in reaction I scrambled to move, causing me to be in front of a car driving behind of 'Mr. DoucheBag'. The car had less than two seconds to realize that I was there to swerve out of the way.
With my okay reaction time, I was able to dive out the way before the vehicle could hit me. Gladly they didn't hit me though left me there with my heart racing to the point it could pop out of my chest. Glancing back to see if the person stopped, the only thing I could see was their rear end driving away. Another douche. Primus! I was almost run over by them and they didn't want to see if I was alright. I hate this planet.
Dusting myself off from the sand that clung to me from my dive, I rise off the ground to return to my original spot. No cars in site from what I could see, leaving me to listen to the nothing of the desert.
A loud roar of a car engine woke me from my peaceful sleep; I hadn't realized I had fallen under the spell of sleep. The engine roared once more, loudly I must add, as if it was right to my ear.
It happened once more and I bolted upward from my laying down position.
"Finally you woke up; I thought I would have to call Breakdown to pick you up. I don't want any human fluids on me," a sassy, almost sounded like a he was a bit gay, voice whined yet it still had its masculinity. Snapping my eyes to the direction of the noise, a sleek European red car sat there with a deep growl to the engine.
"W-what? Did you say that?" If this is a Cybertronian, I don't recognize the alt. mode and I knew everyone's alt. mode from the base.
"No, sweetspark, who else do you think said that? Stupid human," the Cybertronian who is still in his alt. mode whispered the last part under his 'breath'. They don't need to breathe in the first place.
"Hey! I'm not stupid, I may be a daredevil but not stupid," I argued but regretted it as the car spilt apart to form a Cybertronian. He isn't one that I have seen before and there's no way of telling what faction he is in as he doesn't bare a symbol. But with the red on black optics and sharp digits, he must be a 'Con.
Gladly the 'Con didn't seem to recognize me which means Starscream didn't blabber about getting his aft handing to him. But also about me and Kevin from a long time ago.
Now knowing his faction by observing his frame, I rapidly got on my sore feet and made a dash away from him. Though it was all for nothing as he picked me up by the scruff of my shirt and held me many feet above the ground.
"Where do you think you're going? You don't even know my designation," he acts sweet as a puppy.
Finding my voice from the fear taking my body, I ask him, "wh-what is your n-name?" A devilish smile spread across his pearl white face.
"Well since you asked kindly, my designation is Knockout, darling," he answered with a sweet tone, as if he was buttering me up for something. "You're kind of cute to be my pet." My jaw dropped and my eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, fear could easily be seen in my eyes.
Knockout touched the side of his helm and requested a groundbridge. Now knowing he isn't kidding, I struggle in his grip but it was futile as he treads through the swirling blue/green portal.
Nausea popped up from the depths of my brain after we made it to the other side of the 'groundbridge'.
"Inquiry: Why do you have a human?" a faceless bot spoke with a monotone voice. His frame is slim yet held some 'muscle' underneath his armor and his color is of a navy blue and a deep purple. That was all I could see before Knockout turned away from the bot.
"It's going to be my pet," Knockout slightly cheered. A shiver ran down my spine, he seemed so happy about me being his 'pet'. Then a dark thought ran appeared in my mind; at least I would be useful here, maybe. He'll get rid of me and decide to squish me or something on the lines of that.
Knockout takes me down a long dark hall; a few drones walked by, probably on patrol or getting energon. Some the drones gave me a glance from what I could as they don't have circular optics, just a red line to be their optics.
We arrived at what seemed to be a Med. Bay for the Cons. A grayish-blue bulky bot has his back turned to us, working on something out of my sight.
"Breaky look what I got," Knockout called out to the only other bot in the room and held me up higher like showing off a prize.
"You actually got one?" 'Breaky' question with surprise laced within his deeper voice. "I guess it's cute." An offended expression made its way on to my face as I held a small glare to 'Breaky'.
"Excuse me, I'm adorable," I matter-of-factly said to him. Quickly realizing I opened my big mouth, I ducked my head and hid it behind my arms to 'protect' me if they are angered from my snarky retort.
"Oh I like her, she has sass," Knockout commented. After him saying that, I slowly unroll myself from my ball to turn my gaze to him. He isn't mad at me for 'talking back'?
"Did Megatron say you could have a human?" 'Breaky' inquiries to take us off the subject from before. I had to stop the shiver from going down my spine; I didn't want to meet Megatron face to face. Knockout confidently nodded his helm to answer his buddy's question.
'Breaky' turns his attention onto me. "What's your designation?"
"Um Ga-Gabriel," I answered while stumbling over my words. He nods to acknowledge he heard me.
"My designation is Breakdown," he returns the gesture before turning around to get back to work with whatever he was working on. Knockout walks over to a large Cybertronian table and gently sets me down on it. Tuning to face him fully, he leaves me to work with his buddy.
"Stay, we have some more work to do as ordered by Megatron then we'll do something," Knockout ordered. Huffing out a small breath, I plop my butt down on the table to sit and watch them mess with some tools on a smaller table. They seemed to be cleaning the tools.
While watching them clean the tools, I thought about maybe I could have an okay life as a Con's pet.
Trouble has arrived and now she needs to keep her big mouth from opening. She doesn't want to become a special someone's experiment. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Let the wolf howl!-MidnightHowling4