Well hopefully the first chapter wasn't an epic fail and very soon, I'll be putting up a bit of backstory to Jade. I don't like to write stuff in chronological order. That's just me. ONWARDS TO CH 2!
Chapter Two – Only Imagine
"I hope you enjoyed your flight," sneered the giant alien Decepticon as he nudged the little human prisoner into her "cell" rather harshly with his foot.
Jade landed on the floor with a thud and cringed as lightning pain shot up her side. She clutched it carefully as she drew herself to her knees, too afraid to look at the cruel Decepticon behind her. Tremors shook her slight frame as she quivered with fearfulness. She tensed as Starscream cackled.
He was enjoying the puny insect's terror.
The ride to the obviously abandoned hangar in the Nevada desert was long, boring and unpleasant. Long because it took fifteen hours to get there from Egypt at supersonic speed. Boring because there was nothing to do during that time but sit quietly, think and stare at the tinted cockpit cover that revealed nothing about where they were going—exactly what Starscream wanted. And unpleasant because there were no bathroom pit stops along the way and the speeds they were traveling at kept Jade's head aching and dizzy. When they finally landed, Jade could barely stand from the vertigo.
Now she was stuck in a hellhole out in the desert with two of the worse Decepticons on the planet with nothing but the clothes on her back and a corner to piss in. The bay was massive, but had few windows. Most were fifty feet up near the ceiling—the rest in the ceiling itself—and let in little light through the dusty glass panes. All in all, Jade's luck was nonexistent.
"Starscream!" shouted a terrible voice that caused both human and Seeker to jump. The latter squealed nervously.
Megatron appeared beside his lieutenant and place a clawed hand upon his shoulder. With a sickening grin, he asked, "Is our new pet making herself comfortable?"
Laughing nervously and with sarcastic words, Starscream replied, "Of course, Lord Megatron. As the humans might say, as comfortable as a mouse in a wolf's den."
The Decepticon leader grunted and rolled his eyes at his imbecile Air Commander. He removed his hand from the Seeker's shoulder and was not hesitant to smack him on the back of the head.
The human girl carefully eyed the two behind her before getting onto her feet and turning to face them. She then said, "It's 'lion's den'."
Starscream growled. "What did you say to me, fool?"
"I said, it's 'lion's den'. Not 'wolf's den'. As comfortable as a mouse in a lion's den. If you're going to insult human phrases, then at least say them correctly." Jade's heart thumped loudly in her chest. She really hadn't meant to sound so gruff to the Decepticon, as much as he deserved to be talked back to. Still, she wasn't in the mood to be blown apart by the touchy Seeker. Damn her sarcastic mouth.
Much to Jade's surprise, however, Megatron laughed at the correction made to Starscream. "Feisty," he said. "A good quality to have as my prisoner, human. It will make my job a bit more fun."
Jade's bones shook from the way the Decepticon said the word fun. From the sounds of it, the fun would be one-sided.
"Come Starscream," said Megatron coolly. "Lets give the human time to imagine what we have in store for her." Then the two Decepticons vanished behind the massive metal door of the hangar, leaving Jade alone with her thoughts.
They weren't nice ones. As the blue-eyed human Autobot wandered over to sit at a gritty corner at the far end of the bay, she wondered about her friends. There was no doubt they were searching for her, but it were the chances of them finding her that brought a deep frown to her face.
Starscream and Megatron were clever. They would have surely blocked their signals from the Autobots the moment they left the ground back in Egypt. There was also the question of how they'd even begin to follow the Decepticons. While Optimus Prime had Jetfire's flight tech, the former was still too weak to utilize it continuously. Besides, the great Autobot leader had shook it off after his battle with the Fallen, after he had thought the battle was over.
But at least Optimus was alive, which was more than could be said about Skids and Mudflap, the ridiculously mouthy Autobot twins that Jade often referred to as Frick and Frack. She remembered the horrified face of Mudflap as he watched his brother die right before his cerulean eyes. The orange 'bot had fought back with surprising viciousness, but it was useless against the larger Decepticon.
Jade had been easily annoyed with the twins, but never once wished ill fate upon them. It tore her heart to think of them now, lying lifeless in the sands of the great Egyptian desert. Was that what her future was to look like? Dead in the hangar that she was currently residing in? Ripped apart by the cruel Decepticon that had done the same to Jazz several year before? No, not if she had any say in how her life was to turn out, and last time she checked, Jade's life was her own and no Decepticon slag was going to take that simple privilege away.
With a loud sigh and a flinch as her lungs expanded a bit too much against her broken rib, Jade tucked away several strands of chocolate brown hair behind her ear and out of her eyes before getting up to analyze her situation. One thing was clear to her as she wandered along the longest wall of the hangar—there was no way she was getting out unless the door was opened. Sadly, the door weighed several tons and would not be budging under the human's hands.
The windows were all terribly far out of the nineteen-year-old's reach and there was nothing to stand on that would even begin to put her closer to them. All that was in the great room was a pile of large rusted pipes, perhaps twenty feet long, from a failed attempt at restoring the place many decades ago. They were randomly placed against the longest wall, with no apparent reason now for being there.
There were no holes in the walls that Jade might squeeze through. No ventilation shafts anywhere near the ground that she could see. No tools. No electrical cords. Nothing. At the end of her search, ocean blue eyes threatened to spill tears. There was nothing there to help Jade escape and it crushed her. The thought of never seeing her friends again was something she never thought she'd have to worry about.
In an instant of uncontained anger and fear, Jade punched her left fist into the wall, sending a tiny plume of grey dust off the cement. The impact was harder than she had expected and the pain was more than she had hoped for. However, her pulsing, bleeding knuckles took the pain out of her chest for a while as she collapsed back to the ground, legs crossed in front of her. As her petite butt hit the concrete floor, a slight cracking sound alerted her to the presence of something in the back pocket of her dirty, torn blue jeans. Much to her surprise, as pleasant as it was, Jade found her cell phone. She had forgotten it was there. Her mind had been on more important matters, like being kidnapped by Decepticons and fearing for her life.
With giddiness and a little bit of hope, Jade pressed a button on the device. Nothing. She held the power button down, but was greeted with a persistent black screen. "Damnit!" she cursed loudly, not concerned about anyone hearing her. However, despite the fact that the phone didn't work—unbeknownst to Jade, it was because Starscream sent an EMP through the cockpit on the way there to destroy any signal-outputting devices—Jade was somewhat skilled in the art of fixing electronics. Not majorly so, but enough to be able to figure out a cell phone's malfunction.
She smiled to herself as she began to wonder if her luck was really as bad as she had originally thought. Her grin vanished the moment she heard metal feet against thick concrete. Hastily, she tossed her phone into one of the long pipes and then stood to await the Decepticons' arrival. Moments later, she was greeted by the familiar face of Starscream.
"Lord Megatron will you see you now," he growled cruelly and with an even crueler smile.
Jade's heart crawled into her throat and, much to her disgust, her imagination ran wild with what might come of her now.