Title: Secrets
Rating: M
Disclaimers: Transformers is owned by Hasbro
Sweet another chapter up!
Meanwhile, Imp was definitely doing her job, and very well at that. She had managed to sabotage several pieces of equipment within the base, thus keeping the workers occupied and distracted. After that she sabotaged the area where electricity came into the base, causing all of the lights to go out.
This ended up giving Prowl an advantage, since he was using his senses, and with his ninja training, even blind he could "see" better in the darkness than any of the humans could.
He had set D.J. down on the floor beside the doorway he was at, and told her to stay there so that he could find her again. Then he slipped into the room, moving swiftly but carefully through the darkness.
He paused in his stride, listening as voices spoke. He was looking for one human in particular, and he would not stop until he found that one human.
He was aware of several humans rushing past him, as quickly as they could in the darkness. Some of them even bumped into his feet as they moved past, and he was careful to move so that he didn't harm them. Then finally, he heard an all-too-familiar voice, belonging to the human he was looking for.
With keen accuracy, his hand struck outward and grabbed at Powell. Prowl then knew that he had captured his correct target when he heard that familiar voice squawking in protest as he gripped the human firmly.
"Powell," Prowl growled.
The human let out a startled yelp and squirmed in the ninja's hands, although it did no good, for Prowl held him in an iron grip. "W-what are you going to do to me?!" he exclaimed.
The Autobot's hand began to slowly tighten, as if it was going to form a fist and crush Powell within. Powell screamed as the fingers began to tighten to the point where he couldn't breathe and he felt pressure growing greater against his entire body, but then the pressure ceased. It did not decrease at all, but it didn't increase either.
"I warned you that if you ever did this again, you would regret it," Prowl said in a deadly tone. "Because of you, there are at least four innocent organics that have been altered. Are there any others?" The Autobot loosened his grip just enough so that Powell could breathe again, and be able to speak.
"N-no," Powell finally rasped.
The grip tightened again, ever so slightly. "You had better be telling me the truth," Prowl growled.
"I am!" Powell practically screeched. "I swear! It was only Zac, and that girl, and the wolf and the cat. That's all!"
"Where did you get the technology from this time?" Prowl snapped.
Before Powell could even begin to answer, a noise caught both their attention. There was a low growl in the darkness, and Prowl recognized it as that of Wolfgang. Apparently that wolf/Cybertronian hybrid was quite durable, and had recovered.
However, as the wolf dashed forward, making an attempt to attack Prowl, the ninja bot's hand moved swiftly through the air in a quick streak, catching the animal and gripping it in an iron grip. Wolfgang snarled as Prowl held him, and he tried to struggle out of the Autobot's grip. However he failed to make Prowl's fingers budge, so he did the only thing he could do: he bit Prowl's finger, hard.
Prowl yelped, feeling pain pierce through his finger, and he loosened his grip. The wolf then leaped out of his grasp, but Prowl was quick to react again; he kicked his foot outward, but Wolfgang managed to dodge the blow. Then the wolf turned and leaped onto Prowl's leg, clutching onto it and then ripping a piece of the armor off with his claws.
Prowl, still clutching Powell in one hand, used his free hand to snatch up the wolf again, judging where he was by the sounds of Wolfgang's growls and his feet hitting the floor. Then, once he had him in his grasp again, Prowl simply squeezed, forming his hand into a complete, firm fist, ignoring the pain in his finger. Wolfgang let out a shrill, almost pitiful howl as his internal circuitry and organs were literally crushed in the Autobot's grip.
Prowl felt an odd mixture of warm blood, Cybertronian fluid, and pieces of crushed wiring and circuitry on his hands as he dropped the offline remains of the robotic wolf on the floor at his feet. Then he turned his attention back to Powell. "You will answer my question now," the ninja bot hissed.
But once again, an interruption came before Powell could say a word. There was a shout, and the pounding of footsteps. Prowl thought he heard a yelp from D.J., and then he heard the sound of weapons being cocked.
Flashlights were being shone around now, and several narrow beams of light shone on Prowl. He couldn't see them, but his sensors detected the soft infrared they put off. Then the humans—Powell's own men—began to open fire.
Prowl took a few hasty steps backward, feeling the energy bounce off of his armor plating for the most part. Those weapons were powerful by human standards, but to an Autobot, it was like being fired at by pea shooters. However, one of the stray shots hit Powell square in the forehead, and for him, it was a deadly shot.
Prowl's own scanners could feel the life leaving Powell, and he determined that the human had sustained massive brain damage. Knowing there was nothing else he could do, he dropped the human to the floor, knowing that the fall wouldn't make much difference at this point. Then the ninja moved through the room, in search of D.J. The humans seemed to disperse, apparently realizing their mistake in hitting Powell, plus realizing that their firepower wasn't even putting any dents in Prowl.
"D.J.!" Prowl called out, trying to locate the girl. He was determined not to leave without her.
Just then, he heard the sound of sirens outside, and something told him that help had arrived. This assumption was proved correct when he heard the familiar sounds of clanking footsteps outside—his fellow Autobots had indeed arrived.
"D.J.!" he called out again, intent on finding the girl.
"Prowl?" came a voice. He slowly and carefully moved toward the voice, and wound up just outside the room where the battle had taken place.
"Where are you?" the ninja bot asked, still being unable to see.
"Right here," D.J. spoke again, and Prowl used his clean hand to gently pick her up, not wanting to touch her with the hand that was still bloody and oily from crushing Wolfgang. "Are you all right?" he asked her.
"I think so, at least as okay as I can be," the girl answered.
Prowl let out a small sigh, feeling both weary and relieved. "Let's get outside," he said. "My teammates have arrived."
"Good," D.J. said.
"Where is the panther?" Prowl asked as he began walking in a search of an exit.
"She left," D.J. said, and Prowl felt her form sagging a bit in his hand. "She knows Powell died, and she knows Wolfgang died, too. So she just wants to be on her own, and she ran off to be in the forest. She promised she won't do any harm."
Prowl nodded. "Very well, though maybe we'll find her someday," he said.
Prowl once again used the wall to lead him hopefully in the right direction of the buildings door. He also hoped Ratchet would be able to fix his optics, because not seeing is harder then it seems.
Running footsteps caught his sensitive audios and he stopped, waiting for his teammates to find him. Then he heard them rounding a corner up ahead, before they all slid to a stop.
"Prowl, where the slag have you been buddy," exclaimed Bumblebee.
The ninja cringed as Bumblebee's voice was increased tenfold by his blindness. "Zac lead me into a trap set up by Powell. That boy is not to be trusted." He growled.
D.J. in his hand stiffened at the accusation towards her brother. "That's not true. Powell tricked him. Zac would never hurt anyone. I sent him off to go and get the others so that we could get help."
"It seems true, Prowl," Optimus said. "He came straight to the base and told us where you were and that you and his sister needed help."
Prowl frowned. From what he knew of Powell's character, it certainly seemed like he would be just the kind of person who would trick someone into helping him. "Hmm," he finally purred thoughtfully.
"Now are you alright, Prowl?" Bulkhead asked. "You look kinda… damaged."
"My optics are offline and I have damage in my armor," the ninja bot answered.
Ratchet stepped forward instantly and began running his scans over the ninja bot instantly. Prowl held still as the medic did so, before the scans stopped and hands were placed on his helm.
"They managed to pull out a few of your wires, that allows you to see," the medic diagnosed as he filled around inside the bots head.
Prowl continued to stand still while he waited for the medic to repair him, with D.J. still in his hand. A soft click was heard and then suddenly, his sight came back to him, Prowl looking around.
"Thanks you Ratchet," he said as the medic nodded.
"Don't mention it kid," answered Ratchet as he came back to stand in front of the ninja. "I say we get out of here and allow the humans to deal with Powell's mess."
"I agree for once Ratchet," Prime said as they began making their way out of the building.
Once outside, Prowl took in the city, thankful to having his vision back again. It wasn't bad without it, but it just wasn't his thing at the moment, when he had other things to worry about.
Like getting back to the base and talking to Lizy. He left on bad terms with her and he wanted to make it up to her somehow.
Meanwhile back at the base, Lizy and Zac were still talking.
"I sure hope my sister is okay," Zac was saying, as he absent-mindedly nursed another glass of energon. He didn't like the taste of it, but it gave him something to focus on at times when he needed to.
"I'm sure she will be," Lizy said. "I just hope my father is okay." She grimaced and touched her belly. "That is, if he ever forgives me."
"Lizy, I really am sorry about this," Zac said.
Lizy sighed and shook her head. "Stop apologizing, it's getting annoying," she snipped. Then she offered a small smile. "This isn't the first time Prowl's been mad at me… I've just never seen him THIS mad at me before, that's all." The smile vanished.
"Well I really hope you guys can work it out." Zac frowned. He wouldn't say this to Lizy, but part of him wasn't sure if he should even be here. Prowl probably considered him a traitor now, and had every right to think that way. On top of that, Zac felt that the large robot would probably never accept him.
"So," Lizy said, folding her arms across her chest, "tell me what happened out there."
"What do you mean?"
Lizy narrowed her eyes. "Prowl said you lured him into a trap. I want the truth."
Zac sighed. "Powell tricked me into leading him there, and then he captured Prowl. I didn't want to leave my sister there, but she insisted on staying and creating a diversion. So I came here to get help. You know the rest."
Lizy nodded. "I knew you wouldn't betray him," she said. She walked closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his so that their noses rubbed together. "And everything's going to be fine… somehow," she said, closing her eyes. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of those very words.
Zac wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he dared without impairing the baby in any way. He kissed her cheek and then whispered into her ear, "I love you. And somehow… things will work out." He swallowed. "I hope."
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