I wheeled around quickly, my eyes widening as they took in the sudden appearance of the police car.
The first thing I noticed was that it wasn't your ordinary police car. It was a mustang. Definitely a custom build. It had an aggressive grill attached to the front of it and two large lights on top. The number on the car was '643' and it had the same weird symbol that you could find on Blackout. Except, it was on the side of the car, not underneath it like Blackout's was.
The biggest thing I noticed were the words on the side of the car. Instead of your bog standard 'To protect and serve', this car had the words 'To punish and enslave' printed on it. I gulped. This was definitely a custom build.
"Barricade," Blackout stated calmly, his eyes unwavering from the car.
It was in that moment that I realised that this car wasn't just a car, it was a comrade of Blackout. It was also the moment that the cop car decided to transform and shoot Blackout's arm, causing me to fall. I screamed as the air around me seemed to blur. I tensed, preparing to hit the ground. The ground never came. The pressure on my burn, however, did.
"Look at it Blackout. So weak and fragile. I could squish it between my two fingers." The cop car, Barricade purred. He had me in his hand, and was moving me around, trying to get a better look at me. "It's life, such an easy thing to snuff out," He purred again, causing me to quake in fear.
"Barricade, be careful with her or I will offline you!" Blackout threatened before leaning back against the side of a tall building. He kept a watchful eye over the two of us, but aside from that, did nothing to intervene.
"You're calling it a her?" Barricade purred, his tone condescending. Blackout rolled his eyes before nodding.
"That's what they call femmes, Barricade. She doesn't know what a femme is. She was annoying me with all of her questions, so I decided to make it easier for myself," Blackout calmly explained. Barricade regarded him with interest before shrugging.
"Suit yourself, it's your squishy." Barricade purred before lifting me up again, this time by the legs. I hissed in pain as his claw brushed the tip of my thigh, scratching my burn softly. He dangled me in front of his face, causing my blood to rush to my head.
"That's not how you hold a fleshling, Barricade!" Blackout snapped, sounding rather annoyed. "She has a head injury, you might hurt her, you fraggin' git!"
Immediately, Barricade turned me the right way round. He dropped me into his hand with a clatter. My burn screamed in protest. "So, what have you told her about us so far?" He asked, sounding amused. Blackout shook his head in response, causing Barricade to hum in reply.
"My designation is Barricade, squishy. I am decepticon. We're apart of the cybertronian race. We're currently at war with the autobots, A.K.A autoscum. We want to fix cybertron, they want to live on your planet. Simple." Barricade stated before turning to walk into the large hangar. I was surprised by the movement, and leaned over to grab his finger, causing him to glance at me in annoyance.
"So you guys are at war then?" I asked, my voice squeaking slightly in fear. Get a grip of yourself, Hazel! Blackout won't let him hurt you, and so far, he's been harmless.
"Yes." Blackout grunted, before rounding on Barricade. "Hang on, why aren't you tracking down Ladiesman217?" Barricade shrugged his shoulders, before placing me on the ground and gesturing to the light switch. I ran over to it and quickly pressed it on.
"Because, I wanted to meet the human. Besides, I brought supplies," He stated, acting as if it weren't a big deal. I looked towards the supplies, which had a whole bunch of things in it, including stuffed toys. I quirked an eyebrow at the cop car.
"Starscream will offline you if you stay here a second longer, Barricade! Leave now, and do your job!" Blackout exclaimed, causing Barricade to laugh at him.
"See ya later, Human," He stated, before transforming into his cop car and peeling away, sirens screeching. Blackout rubbed his head tiredly. He stopped hesitantly as he took in my awestruck gaze.
"What, fleshling?" He growled out, causing me to laugh. He shot me a cold glare.
"Humans rub their heads like that too," I explained, and he growled at me coldly. The fuck? This dude was a bipolar little shit wasn't he?
"Humans are weak," He bit out before striding away. "Gather your supplies and put them somewhere useful, fleshling. Then, make yourself scarce. If I see your face again, it'll be too soon." He scowled, before storming from the hangar. My eyes traced after his figure numbly, before turning around to the items scattered around the floor.
Sighing, I scanned the hangar, noting that it was the largest one on base. My eyes snapped to what appeared to be a conference room, located on the farthest wall of the hangar door. It's windows were tinted, meaning that nobody could see in. Yet, I was sure that I would be able to see out. I made up my mind.
I picked through the supplies excitedly. Momentarily distracting myself from my pain. Turns out, Barricade had quite the sense of style, surprising me greatly. He'd gotten me two pairs of jet black jeans, with one pair having holes strategically cut into them. He'd also gotten me a few button down plaid shirts. Alongside some other shits, a couple of pair of shorts and a necklace, he'd also picked up for me a new pair of shoes. I appreciated the gesture, even if they were a few sizes too big.
Moving my new clothes to the conference room, I threw them lazily in the corner, not bothering to take the time to neaten them up. I went back down to the supplies again, bringing in the blow up mattress, bedding, soft toys and hygiene products. Finally, I went to the bucket of food, not realising just how hungry I was.
I pulled it open, secretly thanking Barricade. He had gotten me a large pack of bottled water, alongside a smaller back of blue gatorade. Some crisps, fruit salads, candy bars and popcorn were also shoved inside the bucket. Beaming, I skipped back up to my room, cracking open a few candy bars as I went.
A few hours later, and I was bored, and in pain. My burn was killing me. Sighing, I swivelled myself around on one of the conference room chairs, clutching my soft toy to my chest. I stopped, turning towards the window as I saw Blackout drag yet another plane out from the hangar. He was moving them to the other hangars, making room for other decepticons. Which is odd, considering there's only three of them. They didn't need that much room.
I leapt from the chair, dropping the toy on the floor as I headed for the door. My side protested greatly, causing me to bite back tears. Still, I forced myself onwards. There was no use waiting around, so I may as well put myself to some use. I would be staying here for a while, I could tell. There was no way in hell these guys were going to let me go now that I knew where their base was. Still, I could make myself useful, try to source out a fridge or a generator. Maybe even scourge through some of the abandoned planes for weapons and supplies.
The sound of my footsteps hitting the steel steps caused Blackout to whip around, igniting his cannon. I could feel the heat from where I stood, pain suddenly rocketing through my side again. I cursed loudly, resisting the urge to clutch at it blindly, knowing that it'll make it worse.
"Chill, dude. I'm going to go see if I can find a first aid kit, I need to treat this burn, otherwise it'll get worse. I'll see if I can source out any other cool things too. Like cars and petrol. You'll never know when those things will come in handy," I responded quietly, my voice soothing. He regarded me with a cautious stare, before turning away brusquely.
"Try to escape, and I will kill you," He growled, and I knew he wouldn't hesitate if it came down to it. I nodded once more, before leaving the hangar, heading for one nearby.
After a while of searching, I had hit the jackpot. Not only had I located a huge generator with enough fuel to last us months, but I had also found a huge infirmary, with easily enough things to ease my burn. Grabbing the equipment, I bolted to the bathroom, before turning to the mirror. With a sigh, I lifted up my shirt before a cry of horror escaped my lips.
The burn wrapped around my entire side, spanning from under my armpit, down my side until the top of my thigh. It finished mid way through my back, wrapping around the majority of my stomach. The burn was horrible. It was bright red, with some parts of it tinged black. It was cut open and bleeding in some places, from where my body had impacted the tarmac. I stiffened, carefully pulling out some gauze wrap from the medicine kit. I poured some burn cream onto my finger, and hesitantly, pressed it against my side.
Immediately afterwards, I regretted it. A horrifying scream tore itself from my throat as a wave of pure, agonising pain rocked me to my core. I fell forward, grabbing the bench with my arms as my legs collapsed from beneath me. It was like my fingers had set off a bomb on my side, as piercing pain ran all along my side, causing me to scream bloody murder.
Seconds later, a male figure tore into the room his dark eyes wide with urgency.
"Femme!" He roared as he ran to me. I continued to cry out in agony as I fell towards the stranger. He caught me under my arms, causing my burn to flare up again, making me scream louder. He looked shocked as I screamed, almost as if he couldn't understand why. I didn't blame him. He had no idea what had happened. Hell, I didn't even know who the heck he was.
"It burns, oh my god, it burns!" I shrieked, grabbing at my shirt. Without a second thought, the dark eyed stranger tore my shirt open. I would've slapped him and yelled at him for being indecent, but I was in too much pain to give a damn. His eyes betrayed no emotion aside from a tiny bit of shock. I was losing focus quickly though as consciousness began to escape me.
"Frag," He cursed, before it all turned black.
/ ~ / ~ / ~ /
For the first time in a long time, Blackout had no idea what to do. The human femme, who not moments before, had been screaming bloody murder, was now lay slackened in his grasp. Oh, how easy it would be to offline her right that second, Blackout thought, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He stared at her form, still shuddering as she slept. Blackout turned to the charred skin littering her side and cursed again.
He had been outside, tossing the human jets from the main hangar as she had gone exploring. In all honesty, the human fleshling hadn't crossed Blackout's mind once as he worked. He was sure, judging from the look on her face when he had threatened her, that she had heeded his words, deciding not to run like a fool. Smart femme.
Blackout had been lost in his work, when he had first heard her scream. For a second, he was back on Cybertron, hearing a terrified femme scream out in agony as one of her fellow cybertronians ripped into her, tearing her sparkling from her spark chamber. But then he realised that it wasn't a femme, instead it was the fleshling. He had instantly feared the worst. Activating his holoform, he had bolted in the direction the screams had come from.
Looking back on it later, Blackout had no idea what had come over him. He didn't understand the need to protect the human fleshling. Nor did he understand why he wanted to be kind to it. It made Blackout uncomfortable to no end, with the only comforting thought being that he wasn't the only one experiencing it. Barricade was too.
Because Barricade had told him. The need to protect the fleshling had instilled within him, too. Blackout guessed that was why Barricade had high tailed it out of there so quickly.
'She's different, Blackout. You can see it as much as I can. She… has what it takes. She carries herself like a true decepticon, even if she is just a fleshling.' Had been Barricade's exact words. And it was true, completely true. The way that Hazel carried herself screamed decepticon. The way she tried to be strong, to not show any emotion, how her first reaction to most things were humour and sarcasm. Even to the point of the way she spoke. Hazel Brooks had all of the traits a decepticon needed.
Blackout hadn't been prepared for this, not at all.
When she had been residing within his cockpit, crying about how her government had lied to her, how the people she had trusted had lied to her, and how her brother wasn't coming back, he had felt angry. Blackout had comforted her, for christ's sake!
The human was making him feel.
And Blackout absolutely hated himself for it.
With a resounding sigh, Blackout picked up the young human girl. He glanced down at her.
She could be of use to the decepticon cause. They needed a human spy, to be able to get into the military, to spy on the autobots. They needed her almost as much as she needed them.
With a curse, Blackout carried the girl to his alt mode, placing her softly inside. With a few quick internet searches, Blackout located the nearest hospital. With his precious cargo located inside, he took off. Not slowing down for even a second as he flew.