Flesh Wound 5
Okay, wow two chapters in one day…well I finished the fourth chapter and started this one on the same day. I suppose it counts. Well, I got 100 views. That's something.
Down to business, this is the last chapter in the prequel series. So, this hints a bit about the main mech in the series. The actual book is not a romance (sorry). So, on with the story.
You will be warned of mild fluff and stuff.
Start
It had been about a week since my deal with Soothenote. I actually had come to find out that Soothenote was actually an incredibly sweet and caring person.
She was also the head director of the setup…I think that means she decides what goes in the garden, what comes out, where it's placed, and how much there is. She's a very hard worker.
Since I'm the only one with actual knowledge to plant the seeds, as well as the appropriate size to fit, I was the only one who could care for the earth plants. We had had a lot of controversy over that. She turned out to be a complete rose fanatic. I had seeds for all kinds of roses, lilies, chrysanthemums, water lilies, vines, violets, tulips, orchids, daisies, carnations, corsages, petunias, poppies, marigolds, and morning glories.
Yeah, I had a lot of seeds and I had a pretty legit suspicion that Primus had something to do with it.
Thankfully, Soothenote had gotten me a little device to store and sort my seeds while carrying them.
It was very early in the morning and I was not eager to start my morning walk since the place was seventeen football fields in length and width. It was always a very long walk. I finally made it to my spot and began to look over the seeds. It became a process of replacing, watering, planting, weeding, and all that planting stuff. The sun slowly rose over the horizon and looked beautiful.
But the feeling of elegance and peace was not the only thing. I had felt like I was being watched for two days now. It was always lurking and did not go away until I was safely tucked away in the cabinet that was more than spacious enough for me…oh wait, I didn't explain that.
Soothenote gave me one of her unused cabinets to use as an apartment. As an added bonus one of her employees is a sparkmate to a doll house and doll maker.
Apparently they have those for sparklings on Cybertron. He had provided me with amazing furniture and clothes after I had given him the blueprints for it, and I was still being teased for the sheer fact that I had to have a doll maker supply my furniture. It was a little more than an (over) convenient coincidence.
It was an understatement to say I was suspicious. And the crazy part was that this all happened the same time the feeling of having a stalker arrived. Nevertheless I continued to work at my own pace and was happy to be gardening.
(At Noon)
My stomach grumbled with the demand for food. I myself grumbled but my bandana burst into automatic transformation sequence and blinked irritatingly in big bold letters that I was only at a 47% full tank of energon. I gave a defeated sigh. I didn't want to stop working; I hated the taste of energon. There was pink colored energon, blue colored energon, and then the purple, orange, and green type with the flames. Apparently there was lowgrade, midgrade, and highgrade respectively. I was only allowed to have the pink kind. It was disgusting because it was sweet. I could tolerate sweets like candy, not sweet things like lemonade and caffeinated soda.
"Great, more disgusting lowgrade." I muttered sarcastically.
There was a thunderous thunk on the ground making it shake. I kept my footing and righted myself after a small struggle. I whirled around and tilted my head. A cube of midgrade, Cybertronian size, rested on the ground behind me.
"Uh, what the hell is going on?" I asked myself out loud.
I walked over to it. I unsubspaced a smaller energon cube that was more my size and pressed it to the big cube. It was immediately filled and I sipped.
"Thanks…I think…" I called out feeling foolish.
I finished my cube and subspaced it. I sighed and went back to working. Suddenly I felt a poke to my side. I yelped and swung my spade only to find nobody there. I was beginning to get freaked out. I backed away and raised my guard.
"Uh, Primus…help…" I whispered in fear.
~What's wrong my child!? ~ He cried out in panic. I was too scared to even bark at him for calling me a child of Primus.
"Ghost…there's a ghost…it nearly crushed me with a cube of midgrade, then he poked me, now he's stalking me." I whispered.
~I think you're being irrational… ~ He snorted.
Suddenly I was pushed flat on my back with pressure on my chest. It held me in place. I screamed out in fear before pressure on my mouth appeared and I was silenced. The pressure began to move and caressed my cheek before it recoiled.
I leapt up and backed away in panic.
"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" I howled and sprinted away.
I was instantly lifted into the air. I felt like I was being held by a hand. I writhed and tried to scream but the pressure was back and covering my mouth.
"No! NO! Leave me alone! Let go!" I cried out in a muffle.
I was suddenly dropped and I backed away. I heard giant footsteps and I was hiding in a stiff cover of crystals faster than a crowd of Justin Beiber fans trying to get inside the mall to meet him. I hid there for about twenty minutes before hearing a voice, but it was in Cybertronian. I activated my bandana's transformation sequence and began the translation process from Cybertronian to easy English text. I began to read.
"Where did that little pet go?" a sultry voice murmured.
I glowered. How dare that ghost call me a pet!? I commanded my visor to project my voice in the Cybertronian language.
"I am so not a pet!" I raged. I heard stumbling.
"Then what are you?" it asked.
"I'm a human. I work here." I snapped.
"What in all pit is a human?" it complained.
"A human, is a distant form of life that originates from earth." I told him.
"Then why are you here?" it scoffed.
"I don't have to answer to you." I growled.
"You little…" he stopped. "Fine then, whatever."
I exited from my hiding spot and continued my work. I felt him watching again and ignored him. I felt a finger on my back and it ran the length of my spine. I shivered. It recoiled and I heard a huff.
"What the hell are you doing?" I growled.
"You are not made of metal at all. You're all soft and squishy. It's disturbing but utterly remarkable." He said as if he was truly amazed.
"Well I'm so glad you're having fun." I snapped sarcastically.
I heard a snort and the finger returned and pressed. I fell over but managed to all but fall on the flowers.
"What was that for you glitch." I snarled, springing up.
I was immediately pressed onto my back. All I heard was the abrupt interruption of a snarl. Its finger was on my chest.
"You are really soft." It mused.
"So, you gotta problem with that?" I snapped.
"You keep that up and you're going to get hurt, and not by me." It warned.
"So, you don't care." I snapped.
"You need to be protected!" It protested.
"Shut up, I do not!" I thundered.
The pressure was instantly lifted and the being-watched feeling was gone.
(Later that night in the cabinet)
I had the door closed at a comfortable enough distance as I changed into more comfortable night clothes. I grumbled, still ticked off from my encounter. I had decided that he was a ghost. It was the best I could come up with.
"Hey human." A voice came.
I yelped and whirled around to see Soothenote. "Oh, hey." I muttered.
"What's wrong?" she asked suspiciously.
"There's a ghost in the crystal garden." I said bluntly.
"What?! That's absurd!" she laughed.
"Oh, so I just imagined being lifted into the air by someone who wasn't there. I also just imagined midgrade flopping on the ground behind me from out of nowhere. And I also must've imagined that voice that kept yelling at me and telling me I was soft and needed to be protected." I ranted.
She took a step back in shock. She murmured something and shook her head with an irritated look.
"Don't worry about that, he always comes around. He has the ability to turn invisible. Just ignore him. As for the whole soft and protective deal, many Cybertronians have hard wired programming to protect the weaker. He saw you as soft and weak but with a fiery temper. He connected your temper to causing trouble and added in the soft and squishy factor, thus bringing out his protective programming." She grumbled her explanation.
"So you know this guy." I asked.
"Yes, and don't worry about. Sweet dreams." She waved.
"Likewise to you." I yawned.
(Four days later)
To say the last four days were interesting was an understatement. It was mind warping. My ghost friend was actually a little bit more good-natured after my talk with Soothenote. He seemed to realize I was a person as well and not a pet. He was much easier to talk to but he was so much more protective. He constantly picked me up and held me whenever another tourist walked by. He still had not made himself visible and such but made time to visit every day to bring me midgrade.
"Ugh, it's so hot…" I muttered.
"Feh, you humans are so fragile." He teased.
"Oh shut yer trap ya' lug nut." I swatted at the air.
I was instantly in the shade of a rather giant shadow. It was mech shaped.
"Please tell me that's you ghost-mech." I said lazily.
"Yes G, it's me." he sighed.
A finger ran down my side and rolled me over to run down my spine. I purred.
"You really like doing that don't you." I teased.
"You like it, so stop complaining." He chuckled.
"But why do you do it?" I asked.
"Because it's funny when start purring. You suck at it." he snickered.
"Watch yourself ghost boy. I'm watching you."
"I'm invisible."
"That's not the point."
"Then what is the point?"
"I don't know."
"Is the thinking burning your small human processor?" he teased.
"I'm going make sure the only thing you process is grime in you gears if you don't shut up." I grumbled playfully.
"Whatever you say G." he sighed contently.
(Later that night)
I grumbled in anger as I wandered aimlessly through the dark. My visor had busted and it was too dark to see. I heard footsteps and panicked. Soothenote had warned me that the not-so-nice-street-gangs tended to hang out here after hours. I gulped and hid in the crystals. I was near to hyperventilating as the footsteps kept coming closer.
"G, where are you?" asked a familiar voice.
"Ghost boy?" I asked hopefully.
"Yes, where are you." asked a slightly different voice.
That was not my Ghost boy. I backed away.
"FOUND YOU!" cried a voice.
I screamed and before I knew it I was unconscious from the grasp.
(Later at an unknown location)
"And here is an indigenous creature to a planet called earth! Come and see!" a voice rang in my ears.
I was in a room filled with Cybertronians. All of them had golden optics. I was being auctioned off!
"It also has been rumored that she can communicate with Primus himself!" the announcer shouted again.
"Will you shut up." I hissed.
A few heads whipped to me. I had forgotten that the room echoed, Whoops. I was immediately crowded by hundreds of Cybertronians. They all were screaming at me but one stood out. He was blue and white with a shoulder missile. He looked shocked to see me there.
He was also the only one in the room not screaming questions, praise, insults, or promises of taking good care of me.
"Femmes and gentle-mechs please take your seat. We are going to get on with the auction." The announcer radioed hesitantly.
The auction began starting at twenty thousand credits and quickly escalated to thirty thousand, to forty, skipping to ninety thousand, and then stopped. My heart stopped too.
"Do I hear ninety-seven thousand credits to outclass bidder 29056's bid?" the announcer called in a normal voice.
I scanned the crowd and nearly fainted at the sight of the said bidder. He was covered in scars and I had noticed during the auction that he bore a symbol similar to the pleasure bots that stood in the farthest corner of the room. I gulped.
"Going once…going twice…go-" he was cut off.
"One hundred and three thousand credits." said a stray voice.
"SOLD!" the announcer cried out happily.
I turned and found that it was the blue bot, the one that hadn't been screaming, that had one the auction. He picked up the cage and left the room with the rest of the dispersing crowd. He only paused to return the dirty look given by the mech who had almost won me. I was carried out of a rather large building and taken further outside. I hadn't a clue to where I was. Nothing was familiar.
My cage was seated in the back seat of his alt form. I stayed silent and he did too.
"Um...so uh…what's your name?" I tried to make conversation.
When he didn't reply I became even more uncomfortable. I fidgeted nervously as he continued to drive. Where was he going? What was he going to do to me? Why had he paid so much?
~Trust the mech child. He is friend, not foe. ~ Primus's voice came.
I gulped but nodded. After vowing not to say a word to the mech it was a very short amount of time before he pulled to a stop. I was removed from his interior and placed in his…servos…during his transformation. I gasped as I immediately realized where I was.
I was in Iacon! More specifically, I was in the Towers, the wealthy Cybertronians lived here! I gulped as I could only imagine the horrible tests, chores, jobs, experiments, "situations", and gruesome things he would torture me by. I shivered and tried to press further into the cage bar corners. The blue mech did not enter one of the towers but instead walked a very short and convenient distance and to my surprise there were massive as well as elegant estates with a full lawn, driveway, and all the Cybertronian high life would ever not-really-need. He walked down a beautifully flowered path and entered one of the estates.
The mech in question was immediately flocked by a swarm of Cybertronian pleasure bots and servants. They all gathered around him and spoke in fluent Cybertronian. All of them said a multitude of things which I caught very few of. But most were along the lines of:
"Is there anything you desire?"
"Master, welcome home."
"Any housework that needs finished?"
"Do you need any pleasures?"
"Let us bathe you!"
"You must be tired!"
"Master, please take it easy."
He seemed very used to this and merely sighed. He requested that they only ready the best energon goodies and midgrade they could as well as to ready his quarters and for the rest, to retire to their chambers if they were not needed at the moment.
After he asked this of them most left, but the remaining only left eight or nine maids and servant bots. They split into the groups that would cook, tidy and prepare his room, and the remaining two in the last group had their hands stretched out.
The cooking and cleaning Cybertronians left but the other two stayed. The blue bot looked rather wary.
"Is there something that you need…Joyfiend and Striplane?" he asked skeptically.
"Give us the cage." The said together.
"No, you are dismissed." He flicked his hand in dismissal.
"There is no way around it. Hand over the cage, we will not ask again." Striplane snarled.
"I will not dismiss you again. Get out of my sight." He growled.
Joyfiend grabbed for the cage only to be backhanded by the blue mech. Striplane was restrained by guards before she could make any moves. She struggled and growled ferociously before eventually giving up.
"You have defied me. You can leave on your pedes, or in a box tossed in the street. Make a decision and take you filthy animal of a sister with you." He seethed.
She hissed at him but yanked her sister to her pedes and dragged the hissing and spitting Cybertronian from the floor tiles and out the front door. She slammed it shut and I strained to see her. While the blue and white mech talked with the guards I watched the two femmes limp away. They fought each other as one tried to claw herself from her sister and come back to the estate to attack while the other tried to restrain her and drag her from the property.
Soon enough he carried my cage up a flight of stairs and down a series of corridors. He arrived at a door that was intricately carved and ornamented. He entered and I did my best to keep to myself. The bed was moving as well as the couch.
I wracked my brain to remember what these kinds of transformers were called. I think it was…Decorbots…or something like that. Either way, they smiled at the bot. he then asked them to transform and enter stasis. With an obedient nod they complied. The blue mech quickly set me down on the nearby desk and opened the latch on the cage. Holding it open, he reached for me. I squeaked in terror but he paid that no mind. He wrapped warm digits around my waist and pulled me from the compartment. I trembled fearfully and squeezed my eyes shut.
I felt a gentle hand press and caress my cheek.
Well, I wasn't expecting that at all. I cracked my eyes open to look at the blue and white mech. He looked worried, if not scared.
It was all too overwhelming. The next thing I saw was the desktop rushing up to meet my face before my vision was welcomed to a world of black. I didn't know where I would wake up, or if I would even wake up at all. I just wanted to be safe again.
Finish
Well that's the last chapter of the prequel. You'll have to read the next one to find out where this all leads up to. I hope to find you here again for the next book.
Next (and separate) Book:
Soft Metal
Songbird O.o