Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Pixel Belongs To PixelTheLittlestFembot

Chapter 13

Pixel woke up to a slight throbbing in her helm. Her whole body felt as if she had been shaken and beaten for at least a few hours. Pain pulsed as she began to sit up. A slight whimper passed her lips as each joint groaned and protested.

"You should probably rest a little before you start moving." a cool voice spoke, the mech's voice solid and sure. Pixel's helm whipped to see the mech she had somehow not noticed. It was the mech from before. The one with a missing optic. The remaining optic was not the soft like Breakdowns'. It was cold and calculating. If her processor was right, his name was Torrent.

"What a-are you going to do with me?" Pixel gulped, jumping straight to the fuel of her fear. She was to be used against Megatron but what was he going to do with her?

Torrent chortled as tears pricked the corners of the femme's optics. It had been a few years since he had set optics on something not torn apart by war.

"I have no plans to harm you at the moment. Until we make contact with your dear Lord Megatron, you are my guest." he chuckled, dentals showing as he offered her a smile. Pixel did not return the gesture. With Megatron, she knew the hints of his rage forthcoming. She knew how his optics would narrow when he became irritated or annoyed. How the area around the optics would crinkle when he was amused. But this mech, she knew nothing about.

Torrent could easily see that his words had no effect on the youngling. He didn't expect them to. Her optics watched him as if he would lash out at her without warning. It was like watching a little bird fear a large cat.

"Did Megatron beat you, child? You look like one who has been abused with such scared optics." he asked, helm tilted to examine her a bit better. A look of surprise and a tiny bit of anger flashed on her features.

"Megatron never hurt me in any way. He was kind to me even though I am an Autobot..." she quietly voiced, afraid to raise her voice to the mech.

"And if he tired of you? Do you ever ponder why a tyrant would have any reason to be kind to you? A product of his hatred? You are naive and I pity such a frail creature. Megatron does not know how to love. He will merely hurt you." he reasoned, his optic boring into her spark. He wanted to break the femme of her loyalty to the Decepticon Lord. It would be easier if the femme did not interfere with too many emotions.

Torrent frowned slightly as he saw the faint glow of determination in her optics.

"How would you know his true nature if you have never spent a single night in his berth? I want to be respectful but not many bots can say they have seen a tyrant fall asleep, and wake up as a gentle lover." Pixel spoke, her voice for once not wavering as she made eye contact with her captor. She expected him to snarl his lip or tell her she was a fool, but he simply kept his calm smile. It scared her. Somehow his calmness was more terrifying than his wrath.

Why did she defend Megatron though? Was he not her first captor and original terror? Her helm began to ache more as her thoughts swirled.

"As I have said before, you are naive and younger than I would care to admit. Yes, you may have seen his pleasant side but have you seen him rip a mech's helm from his very shoulders and not even blink an optic? Have you seen him slaughter millions? I'm sure he kept his little femme locked away from seeing the inner demon. You can ignore me, but you can not ignore facts. What would your family say if they heard you speaking so kindly of a beast?" he pondered, leaning closer with a strange look in that lone optic.

His smirk grew as he saw the delicate creature flinch as his words sunk in. She looked like the poster child for an orphan.

"Did the Decepticons kill your family...? Who is their leader?"

Pixel closed her optics tight and fought back the tears that she had grown tired of shedding in the face of sparkless mechs. As much as she wanted to deny it, Megatron was in fact responsible for the deaths of her makeshift family on the Avenger.

"My intention is not to see you shed tears, only to help you find your way back from a mech that is controlling you." Torrent purred, offering a servo for her to stand. Pixel turned away with tears in her optics. She did not want his fake kindness. His words were poisoned honey.

"Megatron may be a monster, but you are no better." she whimpered. A sly grin graced his face and struck fear to her core.

"Oh, I agree."

Megatron paced tirelessly as Soundwave tried to pinpoint Pixel. There was nothing. Wherever she was, the captors were likely to have a signal disruptor. A frustrated growl echoed in the tyrant's throat as he willed her location to be discovered.

Soundwave silently shook his helm as another attempt became a failure. There was no telling where Airachnid had taken the little femme. It was even unknown if she was even still alive. Knockout and Breakdown exchanged a silent look. They were more upset about the loss than they cared to admit. There was not telling what was happening to her.

"When I find Airachnid, she will wish that I had killed her the first time she failed me." the tyrant growled, his fists clenched so tight that energon dripped softly on the floor. His rage was almost tangible. He was not a fan of his things being taken, but this was different. Airachnid had taken the one thing that he had grown such a severe attachment to that the backlash was enough to send the drones scurrying out of his way.

The uncomfortable silence was broken as an incoming transmission set off a notification sound. Megatron's optics narrowed in on the screen as he motioned for Soundwave to accept the communication.

Optics widened as a familiar face filled the screen. Bright blue, scared optics stared back at the Decepticons.

"Pixel...?" Megatron asked, his face shocked at her sudden appearance. Her body looked well, but the slight dents and bruises of Airachnid were visible. He could see the terror in her optics and the way she bit her lip to keep from whimpering. Pixel nodded her helm ever so slightly. Something was not right at all.

Then he saw the dark figure that stood behind his obsession. He could not make out the mech's features but he could see the outline and a single golden optic staring back.

"M-Megatron..." a slight plead slipped from her lips. Megatron growled as he saw a large servo squeeze onto her shoulder. The mech was the reason that she would not speak. Seeing Pixel flinch at the contact made his energon boil.

"It's been a long time, Megatron. You seem to have lost something recently. Oh, I assure you that she has been well taken care of in the absence of her... Master. Though I must admit that Airachnid was a tad rough with her. She has been looking forward to seeing you. Though you must understand if I put the poor dear on mute for our little talk. I would rather her not rile you up during our meeting. She is simply an accessory." the mech spoke, his voice intimidating and strong. Pixel gulped as his grip tightened on her. It was a warning.

"Don't you DARE act if you are running this little ACT. You have no idea who you are dealing with, bot. Return her and I will ponder letting you live." Megatron hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

"I apologize but you are not quite understanding what is at stake, Megatron. I would hate to hurt the femme but if it is necessary to have you come to your senses, so be it. You made a mistake letting yourself get attached." Torrent chortled, digits slowly digging into her shoulder plating. Megatron snarled as a sharp cry escaped Pixel. The grip did not leave an injury but it got the point across.

"What is it that you want so badly to incite my wrath, mech?" Megatron growled, trying to keep a shell of composure.

"Simply for you to stand down as the leader of the Decepticons. Then you may live in peace with the one fembot you have brainwashed to think that you are even close to a decent mech. What do you think?" Torrent asked, his servo slowly stroking the length of her shoulder. Her trembling was clearly visible.

"You are more of a fool than I thought to think that I would ever relinquish my faction to a mech that kidnaps a fembot to win his throne. You are pathetic." Megatron smirked, his pride getting in the way.

Torrent slowly shook his helm.

"You are the fool, Megatron. I will contact you again when you are ready to be reasoned with. Until then, I will be sure to keep Pixel company. Surely she would not mind sharing a bit of her time with me." Torrent chuckled, and with that, the communication ended.

Knockout stared at Megatron in horror.

"Why did you just let him go?! Now how will we find her?!" the medic sputtered, upset with Megatron's behavior. He was shocked to see a sly smile curl Megatron's lip.

"You think I am an idiot? Of course the communication was coded but this mech forgets I have Soundwave and Soundwave is very good at his job. Did you pinpoint a location?" Megatron asked, arms behind his back.

Soundwave gave a solemn nod.