Chapter 2

Tug-of-war

Note: Welcome! Thank for joining me readers old and new. Thanks for the support, sorry if the last chapter felt a little rushed. Promise I'll go back and fix it up a bit. I was just kinda excited to get it started. Reviewer of the day is BumblePrime615: Sorry you don't like Magnus, I personally like him a lot! I don't know why. I hope I can change that for you. (I'm using the IDW one by the way). He's the perfect mix of funny, bad ass and adorable. I can only hope I do him good. Again sorry if last chapter felt rushed... thank you for all the wonderful support!

A few days past before we left the hospital when my surface wounds were gone but I was far from healed. My back was still sensitive but I was getting more articulation in my legs. But I still wouldn't have the strength to stand on my own.

At the moment it was really late at night when We took the train to the other side of Iacon. I was surprise to see how nicely construction was going It to be honest, hardly looked like a war even happened here.

It was probably my fellow Deception forced to build it...

I wonder if, when my body recovers; will Ultra Magnus donate me to the construction force. I'd rather have the life of unpaid labor then whatever space cop had in mind. Probably just some place to keep his spike warm. I've been trying not to think about that...it puts me in a state of high stress that I Just couldn't deal with.

With my body nicely recorded from surgery it was time for the big mech to take me home- and no I will not call him master, collar or not. When we reached our stop at the Hall of Justice I was a little surprised when Magnus stood up me scooped up in his arms. We got off and started to head to the building.

"Pits we here for?" I asked in a disgusted voice looking around "Thought we'd be heading to your place."

"We are," he said simply. The office inside was completely dead, no lights no sounds nothing. Magnus was one of those goody two shoes pencil pusher. I started to fidget in his arms to looking around at all the offices trying to find his.

"Stay still," he scolded I just stuck my glossa out before just letting him carry me. But I do gotta say I'm impressed. My designation is Leadframe I'm not exactly a small femme Hell I tower over most regular mechs. Space cop was bigger but only just so.

If I wasn't some glorified slave war trophy I'd find it kinda hot. But nope, only mortifying. He was... strong.

I didn't like that very much.

We made our way through the dark halls and to the elevator. Nothing fancy, the light above us flickered slightly above with a buzzing hum. He used the hand that hooked my lags to press the top floor button. As tempting as it was to press all the buttons on elevator; just to see him get mad. I don't know why I didn't.

Was I worried?

Their was a odd feeling in the air I've been diligently ignoring.

The silence didn't help. Magnus had a very hard and bending field that made it difficult to read. Tweaking field may not be something I'm good at. But when I'm this close to him I should be able to read him but I can't.

That wasn't a good sign...

That meant he was hiding something...

That creeping worry came back slowly. Just as the elevator did.

He was strong and... he had Cart Blanch to do anything he wants with me.

I felt my tank turn, I felt a little sick at the implication.

I'd been kinda ignoring thinking about it but. I was a Slave.

Me, a Slave.

Slave.

The word was disgusting...

I'm more playful then most but My gut telling me to fight him, resist. Do whatever it takes to get away. All at once I remember all the horror story of what sick things some twisted bots did for kicks. I'd be no one's berth toy.

Magnus would be too... big for me.

My frame heated slightly. I didn't want that, any of it. Now my mind won't let me ignore it. I consider worrying a distraction to the here and now. But... what if right now was the here and now. What if that his first order of Business.

Each floor passed us one after the other, with each the tension build. His silence unnerved me. Other horrible scenarios moved throw my mind.

In the state I was in now, being nearly paralyzed I couldn't fight him good enough to get away. Magnus was a enormous mech I...

Nope, calm down. Youse your words.

"So you live where you work, t-they must keep you busy," I tried to say with some friendly snark but no, I was scared. You could hear it in my voice...

I absolutely had not idea what to expect, he was a cold person yes but what if he brought me home as something to unload on...

or in.

I felt a anxious pressure on my chest, and when we got half way up the building I couldn't think straight. I was in a haze, Prelude to the end of my world it felt. Is this what it felt like?

Fear...

Magnus's hurting me in unspeakable ways flooded my mind.

If he got me into his house apartment it was as good as over. But right here he was distracted. He wasn't paying attention to me. Mind elsewhere. Now was my chance to fight. If not now then never. Before I could think the pressure got the best off me and I punched him in the jaw.

It landed good and hard even without a proper angle or stance. He ended up getting hit so hard he had to drop me. But my mind quickly came up with a plan. And my back expressed horrible pain.

I army crawled over as swiftly as I could and painfully got to my knees grabbed his blaster on his belt. Falling back pointing it at the mech that looked over at me. Energon formed at the mouth as he spat, I assume he bit down his glossa.

I gave him daring dagger optics, have at me, I dare you... He looked at me with the same kind of demeanour.

"What now Master?" I mocked making sure I had a clear shot at his spark chamber. I may have fraged up before -not sure how- but I wouldn't fail second time.

"Put the blaster down, now."

"No," I said with my digit hugging the trigger. It was a nice piece, military grade and absolutely lethal. Probably the same one that ruined my spine, Both of us glared quietly... bitter thoughts raced throw my mind,

"Drop it now or I will correct you," he said in a intimidating booming voice. It made me shake letting the situation get the better of me. The hell did that mean, well, he won't live long enough to find out.

I wish I had my Altmode, then I'd be able to shoot the frager. I had plenty of fuel but with the collar... the act alone would rip out my neck cables. Hell, I could hardly move my lower half who's to say I could transformer at all.

I still didn't like what he said... I didn't like the idea of being correct. No, now is not the time to be intimidated. I'd die before I'd let him put his dirty servos on me again.

I won't be a frag toy.

No I refuse.

This was too bazar to be real.

Like that he pulled out a nightstick looking really to engage. But I knew a big guy like that couldn't be fast after all I-

He rushed me and before I had time to react he had the barrel of the gun pointed away and in my panic I pulled the trigger, hitting the elevator controls bringing us to a screeching forcefully halt. Smoke filled the room and a loud sirens went off in the elevator.

Regardless I continued to fright him for the gun. Desperately tried to kick him as a reflex only to be reminded that I couldn't, it was more of a light tap then anything. Without a second to spare he hit my in my mid section denting my armour with the nightstick making me cry out. I still didn't let go when I had the gun pointed to the ceiling and started to fire again and again in a blind panic.

I'd kill us both before I'd let him have me!

Debris fell on us scattering into dust. He pined the rest of my body and pride the large gun from my hand. The smoke cleared as he tossed it away. I lunged to grab it again this time there'd be no hesitation.

He flipped me over on my front and into a police hold, he pined both my arms behind my back and locked them in stasis cuffs. I snarled and cursed him in hot wight anger...

My back flared back up and I cried out.

Why the hell didn't I shoot the frager! That might have been my only chance and it was gone away to the wind like the rest of my chances of freedom.

I- I don't want to be a frag toy, I'm- I'm not a Slave.

I'm a person, a Cybertronian!

Unable to except that I struggled, thrashing about.

"LET ME GO YOU FILTHY SQUISHY HUGGER!" I shouted. He pushed my helm into the ground when I heard a sudden buzz noise...

Oh Primus, it was my collar! He was letting it charge up electricity.

"No!" I shouted thrashing knowing the longer it charged the worse it would shock. Unlike so primitive species he didn't have a Remote control, no it was connected to his hub. He had full power of it without a external device. The buzz got louder making me panic. My field lashed out at him.

What, was he trying to give me a lethal shock?

Was he already sick of me?

I went limp I was just trembled without any prompt or effort of my own my mouth moved for me. I squeezed my optics closed.

Stop, just stop.

"I'm sorry,"

The voice was smaller then my usual voice, alien to me. I didn't beg, that's something I just... never did... I'm not a weakling rookie or some push over, Primus I was platoon leader I set examples for my fellow cons.

Was I... really that scared?

But the second the worlds left me the buzzing charge died out spared from the shock and like that Magnus got up.

"Just this once Con, best not let it happen again."

His tone was chilling, my body was still shaking from the experience. He went to the elevator doors and pride them open, we were between two floors. He slid throw first then reached for me and I pulled myself back from him.

He shot me a annoyed look.

"I don't have all day," he grumbled, with that I had to really think. Even if I could theoretically get away, the city was full of bots. And the Collar no doubt had a tracker in it for such a occasion. I needed to start thinking with my processor not my fists. I crawled closer to the gap which was much harder with my hand behind my back. Magnus helped me down and like that he was carrying me again. He looked down as I gave look as well.

He had to cross half the building to find another elevator this time he didn't have a gun to steal. It was very awkward not just the tension but how he held me, when we got in the other elevator I wriggled slightly.

"Stop that," he ordered in a monotone voice.

"The cuffs are uncomfortable," I complained

"Tuff, there supposed to be," he said flatly.

A silent moment passed.

Oh what a joy this will be... speaking of, as we got closer to the top I remember the tension from before. The crushing defeated feeling, I lost everything and whatever he might have plans for me when we get up there. I might have escaped a brutal shock but that didn't mean I was in the clear. I was a Slave now... a slave...

The strong served the weak, I've always believed that. But I'm not weak. So... why am I here?

I know he overpowered me but... that's not all there is to being strong.

When we got to the top the elevator opened to a dark dark room. Ultra Magnus was about to step into it when I tensed up.

"Wait, please..." I said in a smaller voice. To my surprise Magnus halted his movement he didn't even question it. Granted I wasn't hiding my field so he might have known how I was feeling...

Behind my back I clenched my servos into shaky fist. I felt Magnus looked down at me in his arms.

I didn't want to look at him, I just... I looked into the void where I'd be spending the rest of my eternal hell.

"Magnus," I said in a nicer voice.

"Yes," he said firmly

"I... I don't want to be a slave... I'm not just a horrible brut." I said wishing to just not go in there. I didn't need the cuffs I didn't need a broken back. I didn't need my rights taken from me. I was just a person. Not perfect but a person all the same. That marked the next step for me, on I wasn't ready for.

I may have bet on the wrong horse, chosen the wrong side. But I had my reasons... And Primus, I wasn't ready to throw it all away. Dust in the wind while being seen as clean up to our new overlords.

I wasn't a animals...

Magnus just stood there letting me collect myself, letting me think.

"Me too," he said looking forward making me look up at him in confusion. Like that he stepped into the dark space and elevator closed behind us.