Episode Two: Blocked Channels.
A/N: Nothing really to say here, Episode two, review!
Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, or Halloween. But I do own the plot.
Chapter Rating: T.
Maybe he was just stating the obvious... But something didn't feel right. For Prowl, Nothing seemed... Logical, it didn't feel... Real. He couldn't see, yet his door wings said it all.
Prowl's processor was aware of the fact that he was alone, and in a place he did not recognize, not a second after his mind confirmed it, Prowl was evaluating exactly what was going on around him, just by the twitch of his door wings.
He was in the air, give or take sixteen feet from the ground. The ground he was seated upon was thin, warped, scarred. His fingertips grazed against the cold, damp metal below him. It was covered in a chilling substance. His door wings were tense, and he could feel particles of the air thicken a few inches behind him.
A quick reach forward confirmed his thoughts; he was in a hanging cage. Considering his current condition and whereabouts, the cool hardening matter that pasted his palms wasn't just stale acid rain, but was in fact, energon. Old, rotted energon.
It made Prowl's tanks turn. What kind of energon was it? Spilt from a cube? Or spilt from a body? He couldn't tell... Not in the old state it was in. Fresh energon, from a body, usually had a different texture and tint then the ones that come from a dispenser. All Prowl knew was... He was in a cage, sitting in stale energon.
He could put the missing pieces together quite easily.
A sound of disgust ripped from the doorwingers throat, his hands jolted up in protest to the energon, a rattling noise bursted through the silence, popping and clicking, Prowl's helm tilted up, though he couldn't see, a jerk of his wrists agreed to his thoughts. Chains, cuffs. He was tied up...
Out of panic, Prowl gained a burst of adrenaline, which he used to yank his hands to his face, gripping at it, Prowls fingers caught around a rough fabric, he forced it from his optics.
And In reality... It made nothing better. Except for the tiny bit of awareness he could feel... The area around him was just as black as it had been before. The blue light to his optics even seamed drained of color... A sickly grey, no glow.
An icy, blood-curdling noise filtered from around him, echoing across the marred walls. That's just what it was; a noise. Yet.. It was a voice. A low hum of a sound: it could hardly be recognized as VOICE at all.
Yet... Prowl understood the otherworldly, detached purr. He understood it quite well.
"Good afternoon." He looked down, trying to focus his optics in the dark, following the sound of the males echo. He pinpointed its location, however, it was too dark to see, all he could vision was a thick outline. The bending of the darkness... Like a shadow darker then the already pitch black room. Prowl could say nothing. Whatever little fear he had felt, had just tripled a thousand times over. Prowl hunched his shoulders, pressing himself back up against warn and rusted square bars.
"How improper." The voice seamed to cringed with distaste, Prowl could practically hear his nose scrunch.
"A mech from your background should surely return a formal greeting." The hum twisted.. turned into something darker then the black they both bathed in, it was a tease. The shadow moved, and Prowl was forced to watch out of his own fright, as the room lit up, and shined its dim, creepy, blue lights onto the speaker's form.
"Haven't you're caretakers taught you better?" Dread; it was the only word that could describe how he felt at just the sight of the host's frame. It was unlike anything he had ever seen... Horrific... Disgusting... Nightmarish... Blocked channels, blocked channels, blocked channels...
His helm was shaped like a sports hat, yet, the ends were marred and torn into. His optics were redder then Sideswipes paint job, and his grin was hellish. Prowl didn't miss it, the way the dark black seams on the hosts face joined together, to create a rugged, ragged demonic symbol: That of death, Prowl already knew.
Tan, a very light, almost white tan. That's was the color of his spiked armor, making the mech look almost covered in a robe. He had a very, very bad aura, it matched well with the dried energon that matted his armor.
"No answer? No matter. I didn't like you anyway." The mystery mech seamed to walk into the darkness. His pedes didn't even make a sound when he stepped. Confused, and petrified, Prowl held his breath. it remained silent for at least a full minuet, then, with a painful screech, the cage he was in uplifted, causing him to grip onto the bars to remain in his spot.
And when he looked out of the bars, he could blatantly see four other cages wiggling and rattling, having the same sudden fair as Prowl had.
The lights brightened, and his small cage felt infinitely smaller then the room he found himself in.
It was to quick for his processor to handle. He saw his friends, a glimpse of their paint jobs, before the floor buzzed to life, swirling and transforming up from the tile floors. The speed made Prowl sick, and realization made him sicker.
There had to be over a dozen actively working saws. Working together, twisted into some kind of gigantic whirlpool of sharp, rusted metals. Going strait down for Primus knew how long.
Amazed, terrified, and nauseous all in one, Prowl had been broken speechless even more when the gate to his cage unlocked and creaked open.
A light shown, illuminating a single rope, a few feet in front of Prowl, at the very top was a switch. A second brighter light beamed in his vision, outlining another rope, with yet another switch at the top, however, the second rope was further off.
"Save yourself or save your friends." The tan mech ordered, his voice becoming distance itself. He walked off, leaving the room to almost die out into a shocked silence. Prowl could hear his friends mumbling confused words, and grumbling, panting out of fright.
And one thing the doorwinger didnt know, until that split second, that the saw whirlpool below them all, wasnt already running. Because the floor suddenly thrummed alive, spinning and twisting faster.
All five cages jolted, swigging lower, towards the pit that surly meant death.
"Prowl! Prowl! The rope!" It was just then that said mech, noticed his door was the only one to open. A new meaning of fright creeped up his spinal strut. He had to get the switches?
"PROWL!" They all seamed to call out. "Get the rope!" Out of tune, Prowl inched to the edge of the cage, once again, their cells lurched foreword and dropped, when the chain caught the cages, now closer to the saws. Prowl was sent flying out.
Fear for his life, the doorwinger reached his hand out for anything to stop his fall, and luckily, the cages door had been his savior. He clutched onto the bars, and screamed.
"OH MY PRIMUS!" Prowl cried out, his voice cracking. His body shook his vocalizer was tearing at just the volume of his yelps, he could hear himself over the raging machines below, fear for his life. He couldn't let go of the bars.
But the painful truth struck him once more, when the contraption the cages were hooked on quaked again, he tried not to look down, but the thought made him do so, and when he did Prowl was frozen with fear.
"Prowl..." It was like a whisper, but he heard it, Jazz's voice calling out, louder then the saws below him. Prowl looked up and caught his friends hard gaze, his fearful gaze, and suddenly... The door winger was struck with a bout of courage.
He reached out for the first rope, it was to far away to grab just from his position. He had to swing a bit, and angle the cage's door. But eventually, he got one hand around it.
It was at that exact moment, that the chains holding his previous cage broke from the top, it was sent dropping from the air, and into the saws that wasted no time in shredding the weak metal to pieces. Once again, the door winger found himself clutching that rope for dear life, as the others cages swung foreword, and dropped another few feet.
"GET THE SWITCH!" Whirl cried out, his pinchers bending the square bars before him, Sunstreaker was panicking, pressing himself to the back of his own cage with a nauseous look, his optics were fixed to his brothers curled form. Sideswipe was still asleep. And ultimately, had no clue what was going on.
"Come on Prowlie." Jazz coaxed, his cove laced with bitter fear. For some reason Prowl never wanted to hear that tone from his friend... It wasn't... Right.
Tettering, Prowl began to slowly rock himself back and forth. He tried to drown out just how dangerous and sick the situation was, and pretend he was in Jazz's backyard, playing on the rope swings. He ignored the first switch all together, and swung until he could reach out and touch the second.
With a lurch, Prowl detached from the first rope, and was airborn for at least a full second, his reaction timing had his hands shooting out for the rope, his hands gripped it, dug into it, just as one of the cages behind him made a horrible clanging sound, something snapped.
Whirl let out a death scream as one of the weak chains holding his cell up snapped, making the inside uneven, Whirl hit the opposite side of the cage, closer to the saws below.
Fear for his friends, and his own life, Prowl did what his advanced processor was supposed to do. He closed his optics and became devoted in the task. He wished he'd actually taken a gym class, instead of filling the time with study halls. Because Prowl damn well knew any one else could have done this. Anyone else but HIM.
But somehow... Prowl managed it. With his optics closed, it was easy for doorwinger to focus his attention solely on the rope.
A single alarm sounded, abrupt, and sharp. Prowl opened his optics, fingers still curled around the switch. A warn out red light flashed along with the sound. The saw full floor below them stopped dead, and transformed into the floor.
Four cage doors opened, all four cages flipped, sending each student tumbling a few feet to the ground. Prowl was still holding onto the rope, yet the rope itself seamed to slide from wherever it was tied to in the ceiling, he landed on his back, while his friends scattered around him.
"Wha... Wha's goin' on?" Jazz began, being the first to stand. He helped the door winger to his feet, the went on to assist Sunstreaker with his waking brother.
"It's THEIR fault for wanting to come here! I almost DIED!" Whirl cried out, his optic blinked rapidly, as he gazed around the empty blank room. Nothing else was there, even all traces of the saws transformation seams were missing from the floor.
"Hgnnn." Sideswipe moaned out, his processor grinding. Sunstreaker had his brother held in a very unstable standing position, the red twin attempted to stand on his own, but failed and tripped foreword.
Jazz shot foreword and caught Sideswipe before he could hit the ground.
"Whoa mech." Jazz soothed, Sideswipe was obviously larger then the youngling, but the future saboteur was stronger then he looked. Jazz forced Sideswipe to a sloppy stand-up.
"Eh... What happened... Where are we?" Classic question, of course. Sunstreaker leaned foreword and shushed Sideswipe almost childishly, as if the egoistic mech was trying to calm himself, and not Sideswipe.
"It's okay, brother. I don't know where we are..." Sundtreaker mumbled, looking to Prowl for help, all the doorwinger could do was shrug. Whirl 'pfft'd from the corner, where he had already begun his survival start, and searched for hints of an exit.
"And your sire is a police officer?!" The phycotic, bandaged mech cried out, his anger aimed at Prowl. "We've Obviously been kidnapped by sadistic fragging doctors. DO you even game? We gotta find a way out, NO QUESTIONS! Lets go, lets go!" Sideswipe blinked distantly, as he looked around himself. His body became heavy, and he slid from Jazz's arms, and sat on the floor.
"I needa sec... You guys go on ahead." Hesitantly, the mortified, shocked group spread themselves out, searching for clues to anything. As Prowl looked quizzically at a crack in the wall, he couldn't help but think... He should have unblocked those channels...
Because he really didn't have an idea of what he was looking for.
You've come to see the healer, so don't you be afraid
They call me tranquilizer, I'm here to isolate
We paint in black and white and you're the dirty in between
Monstrosity of nature, a virulent disease
From the cradle to the madhouse, a twisted mind
There's no way out of this hell for twisted mind
There's no way out
There's no way out
Can't you see, can't you see
That you are not like anyone?
You'll never see through anyone else's eyes
And who am I to certify the sanity of a twisted mind
A victim of perception, a twisted mind
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AVANTASIA - Twisted Mind Lyrics:
~Soundwave out.