This chapter is going to blow your minds.....maybe...
"Oh, God, no," Cosette whispered, horrified of what was in front of her. She tried to will herself to wake, but it wasn't a dream. It was here.
"What…what is that thing?!" Bulkhead exclaimed.
The "thing" was a robot, but it wasn't a Cybertronian or one of Sumdac Systems's creations. It has a form of a feline, a powerful one, and contained a deadly form of combined grace, determination, and strength. It regarded the large, metal prey as petty obstacles, its red gleaming optic focused on its true and only objective: the Master's prize, Experisoner #742.
It let out an unearthly roar, and leapt for its purpose.
"Cosette, look out!!"
She came out of shock, realizing that Bulkhead charged into the creature, one of Their warriors deemed Ravage, and managed to daze it. At the same time, for the second time that day, Prowl stood in front of the petrified human in defense.
"Cosette, run away from here," the ninja bot told Cosette, keeping his defense up. "We'll hold off whatever thing this is."
"But—"
"I said GO!" He shouted in a tone that pretty much shocked Cosette, coming from a silent ninja. Seeing no other choice, she ran.
She ran through the bleeding blur of a forest, blind of wherever her legs carry her. She ran away from danger, away from the demon-creature of her past.
Away from her friends. Her friends that accepted her as her foster family accepted her, they who were amazed of her talents as she was, and they who stood their ground fighting, for her.
It was sometime before she stopped, chest heaving of the sudden sprint, her heart furiously pumping of the blood flow, and she was aware of the thing awaking inside her. It sensed a fight when it comes, and it wanted out, to be released of this prison, and—Cosette was put off guard at this—it wanted to help her friends. It wanted to be loyal and belong to a pack, and her friends are its pack members.
It was decided: she had to go back and fight that thing, no matter Prowl's order, no matter revealing what she truly is.
-Meanwhile-
"Bulkhead, find its weak point!"
"I'm trying," said Autobot as he rammed into the snarling creature, "but it seems that it doesn't have one!"
The battle wasn't going well: no matter how much they fought, the creature doesn't have much of a dent, nor was it tiring. Instead, it only grew more savage, enraged at its lowly prey which delayed its purpose. The only things that kept the defenders online were their wit, speed, and endurance.
"I tried to contact Prime," Prowl vaulted out of the way in time before the creature's tail cleaved where he was standing, "but something's scrambling the wavelengths." He unsheathed one of his shuriken and struck at the creature. He might of well had been giving it a pat; it didn't leave a scratch.
All the while, Ravage was getting irked: he was so close to satisfy the Master, but these two lowly metal preys distracted him. He admitted he may have underestimated the prey. They weren't just petty obstacles, they were annoying inferiors. It won't be long until he has to reveal his part of his true powers, the very powers the Master gave him for the escapees, especially Experisoner #742. Such a waste on these pathetic scum. He searched the power within him, calling it to rise and display the Master's glory.
"Something's happening," Prowl detected something, a force that seemed to grow within the creature, something so deadly…
"You feel it, Bulkhead?" he asked his comrade next to him.
"Yeah, it's—"
A sudden blur streaked past the Autobots, cutting off their conversation into stunned silence, made a huge leap, and struck the creature, leaving a white scar across its enraged face.
"Oh, no you don't, scrapheap!"
Ravage was startled, then was slightly pleased that he wouldn't have to waste it on the lowlifes after all.
When the dust settled, it revealed a teenaged-sized organic, something that looked horrifying like—
"Cosette?!" The stunned Autobots "breathed".
But at the same time it wasn't the human they knew. She seemed battle-ready, fierce, and wild, with a strange feral look in her eyes, which at the moment, were filmed Autobot blue. And she was angry.
"Ravage!" she addressed to the snarling creature, her voice tainted with wild animalism, as if she wasn't a human at all. "Leave my friends be, they are not involved."
A noise came from the creature, a terrifying sound of metal grating and short deep groans. To the audience's macabre, Ravage was laughing. Then he spoke in his native programming: "And yet you wish to show them what you really are?"
The organic replied: "Better to reveal what I am, than to stand by and watch them suffer."
"What are they saying?" Bulkhead asked his friend.
"I...I'm not sure," Prowl replied. And it was true: the language the two creatures was Cybertronian, but ancient, almost forgotten. Prowl knows this because he used to have lessons with Master Yoketron. "From what I'm able to understand, Cosette is going to fight the creature."
"She'll get herself killed!" Bulkhead started to charge the creature, but Cosette turned to the Autobot, and actually snarled, "No, Bulkhead, don't interfere. This is my battle." Then she turned to the creature, "You want me? Then fight me."
"Fighting for your freedom, and returning to the Master," Ravage purred, a sickly sound of metal rubbing against each other. "So be it."
Cosette unsheathed her claws, long and sharp fingernails, like a creature, and bared her teeth, not much though, but enough to know that she means business. Ravage, likewise, swayed his sharp spiked tail side to side, revealed his fangs, and tensed his "muscles."
Then they moved.
Yay, another freakin' cliffie!!
Who saw THAT comin'?!?!