Chapter 4: Dream Scape
At first, there was nothing. No guards, no prisoners, no screams, no cries. Nothing. Just me, in an empty cell. Then there was a sound. I felt as if a vortex had erupted around me, throwing m into my past, to the first time my mentality snapped.
It was just over a year since I had to witness the murder of my mother and was thrown into this hellhole of a prison camp. The Autobot prisoners hated and tortured me for being part Decepticon, while the Decepticon prison guards tortured me for being part Autobot. I remember the hatred I felt every night. The pain in my heart. The longing in my soul to have been born normal.
But that night, everything changed for the worse. That night, instead of being sent back to my cell after having been beaten within mere inches of my life, I had been sent to the torture master. The torture master was a truly evil mech that went by the name: Shockwave. I would be forced into a recharge mode an hour before the torture started. Then, as soon as that hour was up, I would be awoken by someone pulling at my wiring. I would scream, only to find the searing pains worsen. I would squirm, only to find that I was belted to the berth. I would beg for help, only to be met with a hand over my mouth and the malicious words that would haunt me in my nightmares for years to come: "help me, help you."
Those very words would chase me into the darkness as I off-lined myself day after dreadful day. "Help me, help you."