A/N:
Mature rating means no kids!
Mature also stands for explicit use of language, which may offend some, so please stay clear of this if you are sensitive to rape scenes or bad language... Thank you!
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Chapter Two
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It was the calm before the storm. The silence was as pure as the gentlest touch, undisturbed and untouched. It was safe to say no-one was awake, it was safe to say everyone was lost in the bliss of sweet sleep. Until the alarms had started to ring, until everything crashed and there were shouts, there was nothing but…. soft whispers and murmurs.
Until the alarms rang.
Until everything became a chain of chaos.
It started with Optimus turning on his headlights, his interest peaking when he had a Decepticon reading on his radar, followed by the others, who had by now, heard it.
The sound of a helicopter.
And then the alarms sounded.
And then the world started to crash around them.
Muffled shouts, questions were raised, ultimately toned down by hands lifting out guns, rushing through crowds to catch something, anything, to raise against the intruder. Boots crunched in the gravel below them, and jackets were pulled on, the NEST men gathering into action as fast as they could, borrowing whatever time they had been given. Eyes flashed toward servers, and some called out for tables. There was a crashing sound, followed by the sounds of the Autobots transforming among the men. Lennox, among them called out for Epps, who ran toward him, sporting the kind of gun you'd only label as 'massive- keep away from adults'.
Sam nearly jumped out of the Camero, hearing the shouts and calls for arms. He held his side, looking at Lennox, while Bumblebee transformed.
"What's going on?" he cried over the sound of the alarms.
"Don't know, kid! Just woke up!" Lennox called back, filling one of his rifles with ammunition. Epps stood beside him, barking out orders, while Optimus towered above them, also barking out orders to the Autobots.
"You tell me one thing?" Epps hollered, eyes squinting in the chaos around them, "Tell me how the fuck these things do not give up and bloody die!"
"Starscream, Optimus! It's Starscream!" Ironhide barked back over the deafening drone of the alarms, and Sam covered his ears as soon as he heard a screeching sound overhead. He cried again, as he heard the cackle of Starscream above him, the hissing of hinges coming undone, and the sounds of metal squeaking under the stress of being pulled by something much, much larger than it. Sam ducked under a nearby table, sitting in beside Epps, who started to aim, before the steel roof had started to come down around them. Sam shouted out in sheer terror, seeing it coming down on top of them, when Rachet grabbed it in one hand, and easily threw it back in Starscream's direction.
And then came the barrel-load of gunshots and bombs.
Epps was screeching out as many orders as his booming voice would carry, and Sam looked around him, his eyes fishing for anything he could use, anything to become useful. His eyes fell on a gun too big to be wielded with just one hand, a few feet away from him, and he jumped into a sprint, running faster and faster, hand stretching out further and further-
He reached out and was just about to grab grab grab—!
Something from behind made him topple over, the full weight of a hand coming down and seizing him from out of nowhere. Usually Bee was the one to protect him whenever something was taking aim at him from anywhere on a battlefield, and no matter what the circumstances, Bee was usually gentle, but whoever this was, they were rough and careless, pulling him up off the ground and up into the skies—
Oh shit-
Oh shit-
He looked down as Starscream pummelled higher and higher into the night sky, the stars the only thing illuminating them against the backdrop of darkness. He howled as he noticed they were still shooting at them from below, and reached up to cover his face from the barrel-load of shots. He could hear Optimus as he called out his name, he could hear Bumblebee whine in the swell of black around him, but he didn't have the courage to open his eyes to see them. Ironhide was shooting: he could tell from the sounds of blasting cannons below, but Starscream had swerved and dodged every shot aimed at them.
It was when Starscream had swerved a little too sharply that the pain in Sam's side shot up too fast for him to yell. Hastily, he grabbed his side, feeling something wet come away in his fingers. He felt the darkness swirl around him, enclosing him tightly in its sticky embrace, and then around the sounds of gunshots and screams, he literally felt himself fall… fall… fall… into the darkness.
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As he came to, he realised how much he wished he wanted to sleep, and forget whatever had previously happened. Something was pinning him to the ground, as hard and uncomfortable as it was, and even when he opened his eyes, the brush of blinding red lights from overhead caused him to groan. The agony in his side flared up again, and he gasped, trying to pull his legs up in stop the pain, but he couldn't, because they were pinned down also. By strong grips, as firm as iron and as rigid as steel. His heart beat was pumping blood to his face, and he breathed faster with each passing second.
"Don't even think you can escape, fleshling. Don't even think that anyone would be coming for you. Don't even think that you are safe." The chant from Megatron's lips brought Sam to the grim reality he was in. Sam stopped moving, his side protesting, screaming at him to please oh please oh please, just let him curl into a ball. "Now that we've settled all of that, let's face the truth here. What are you doing still walking this earth?"
Sam couldn't utter a word in reply. His arms were shaking from being held so uncomfortably, and when Megatron's face loomed ever closer to his, he curved away from those red eyes, boring into his head. "Hmm, well, boy, if you do not answer my questions, I suppose I will have to-"
Something clicked in Megatron's wrist, on Sam's right hand side, the side where he was injured badly, and out of the black wrist came a series of smaller tentacle-like fingers. Sam twitched when they neared his skin, and he whimpered. It wasn't something he was proud of, sounding like a complete baby, but he wasn't going to say he wanted to act bravely either. It was hard to face a Decepticon when you were miniscule compared to them, and you just so happened to be unable to move in the first place. The sound of his voice caused Megatron to laugh, the evil in him becoming almost too much to bear for Sam, who looked away from those hands, twitching to touch human skin.
Sam was going to have a heart attack. Yup-
That was how he was going to die.
He closed his eyes, his mouth squeezing into a narrow line once he knew these things were not going to be nice to him. Once they touched flesh, there was a spark, and Sam yelped, electricity running through his skin, all the way into his wounds. He screamed in absolute terror and pain then, his voice strained, before he felt his whole body go slack, his arms numb, everything numb, except for his side. His heart beat wildly then, his breathing too fast for him to keep up, wheezing out of his already burnt lungs, causing him to arch his back in order to gain more oxygen, before he felt another hand force him down.
"Breathing hurt a little, Samuel?" Megatron crooned. "Your wounds are re-opening also. That must hurt like hell."
Sam wheezed again in reply, his arms going still. "Oh no, we can't have you going all sleepy on me, now can we? After all, you did come back from the dead once, I'm sure you could come back again, if you wanted to. And we can't have that, can we?"
Those fingers glided along his skin, tearing his shirt in the process, and he knew that Megatron was calculating injuries: how much would it hurt if I done this, that, or the other…? Under his shirt, the bandages had mostly covered his stomach, and there were a few bruises, a few burns and some scratches, but the worst damage had been done to his waistline, where there had been an openly, gaping wound, which led him to get a few stitches. It seemed he didn't need them now: there was blood gushing from the bandages now.
It was when he heard Megatron stifle a smile, when those fingers continued past his stomach, that Sam's eyes widened in horror. Oh God, no… No! Sam moved uncontrollably, as one of those fingers snaked its way up his trouser line. Holy shit, oh shit, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Sam tried to pull his arms off from one of the hands still gripping him tighter and tighter. He squealed when he felt the cool metal touch his thigh.
"Are you going to tell me how you survived, or will I have to do some other, very unpleasant things, Sam?"
"P-Primes brought me back!" Sam stuttered in return, his heart racing against the frantic beat in his mind. Oh shit oh shit oh shit- He didn't even want to think past the next half second, no no no no… "The-The Primes brought me back so I could resurrect Optimus!"
"Hm, that seems very, very-aggravating. And I don't like aggravating things, Samuel."
He continued to laugh away as Sam screamed out into the night, the very unpleasant things Megatron had in mind becoming very, very real.
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Five Days Later:
There was a sound, and it caused him to open his eyes. There was the sun, blinding him, and then he felt the cool, yet salty water, stinging the cuts on his legs. His arms lay outstretched, palms facing the sky, head twisted to the side, facing one side of the… beach? His heart thudded softly in his chest, and he felt sleepy, thinking how wonderful this dream was-
"Are you going to tell me how you survived, or will I have to do some other, very unpleasant things, Sam?"
He whimpered, recalling how he got here, why he felt these pains, sharp and shooting up his legs, all the way to his throbbing head. He closed his eyes, and tried not to think of- His spine shivered at the memory, which caused him to turn onto his side, one arm flinging out over the other. He watched his fingers tremble in the sand, soft and grainy under his touch, compared to the feel of cutting metal sinking into his skin.
His gaze flickered ever so quietly onto the water, shining in the sunlight, white and deep blue penetrating his already cloudy vision. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to scrub his skin clean after what had happened-
"Oh my, Sam… It appears you are a very dirty-"
His hands bunched up in the sand, hardening the feel of the unforgiving grains as they cut their way into his skin, burrowing deep into those cuts and bruises. At least he could feel this without any other lingering agony. He took in the sight of his bloody wrists, from being tied down for so long, and how mangled his fingers seemed under the appearance of the bright lights above him.
He breathed out after a while.
No one was going to hurt him anymore…
"You must be enjoying this-"
No.
No.
No.
No!
His legs buckled up closer to his stomach, and he jerked, feeling his legs scream in protest. They didn't want to move. They wanted to stay still forever. He nearly gasped in pain, but all he could hear was a keening sound, something that only an animal could utter. A dying animal. He shifted his hands so he could push himself up, but clumsily, he toppled over in so much agony the second his fingers dug into the sand.
Everywhere hurt so freaking much!
He started to worry. What if he could never move from this position ever again? He shook at the thought of never-
There was that sound again.
The sound of thumping feet. No, not feet, he corrected himself. Not feet.
Not feet.
Something much much bigger.
There was the sound of engines, revving in the faraway distance. Behind him.
Oh God, he pleaded, hoping that-
No.
No.
Please God, no.
No.
No.
Oh shit, no.
No.
He clenched his fist into the sand, picking up the stray grains in his lingering touch.
No. He didn't want them to see him. No, He didn't want to have to-
"He appears to want more, Megatron-"
Nonononononononononono!
Don't let them so that to him again, please oh please oh please oh please-
"Primus! I've found him! He's over here! The bloody bastards were right!"
He didn't know who was saying what, he didn't know who it was, and he couldn't care less. He wanted to disappear into nothingness. He didn't want to exist at that present second. He wanted to become nothing, nothing, nothing-
He whimpered, shivering, thinking of what they would do to him again, how they would laugh at his agony, at each scar they created, at every single scream he'd utter-
They were standing over him, and Sam felt himself shrink into a tiny ball, his heartbeat pounding away, the blood rising to his cheeks, each breath becoming harder and harder to feel in his lungs-
"Primus, what did they do to him?"
Sam closed his eyes, furiously trying to not cry, no crying, no more tears-
"Sam? Can you hear us?"
Sam put his hands over his ears in reply.
"Primus! Wait until I get my hands on that Megatron's little neck! I will make sure he gets the pounding of his life, and that way the bloody bastard will never be able to come back to fricking life again, just you wait!"
"I fell through the cracks at the end of our street, Let's go to the beach, Get the sand through our feet," a radio crooned in the background, the only muffled voice he was able to see through at this stage, the only sound he could hear, and feel.
Bumblebee.
"Is it over yet? Let me in", the radio sang, and slowly, Sam looked up, his hands lying down over his head. "You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through." Sam looked up, ignoring his legs as they protested. "Full of fear, Ever clear. I'll be here, Fighting forever….It only hurts just once. They're only broken bones."
Sam saw Bumblebee's yellow plating before he saw his face, and when he did, he uttered that one word that both brought him into reality and flattened him against the pit of absolute pain. He said, "Bee?" before he felt the pain settle in, and when he started to feel one of the Autobots pick him up on his side, the side covered in angry red wounds, he yelled out in torment. Abruptly, the hand left his side, and his face buried itself into the sand, tears, salty as they were, mixing with the yellow grit.
"It's even worse than it looks, Optimus," Rachet, speechless at first, now mumbling. "We should sedate him. That way he won't feel anything."
Already he could feel another hand, as gentle as it possibly could, prod him in the side, trying to lift him off the ground. He stiffened against its touch, unknowing as to who it was. The hand stilled, before picking him up in one easy go. Sam bit his lip, feeling the rising discomfort between his legs as he was jostled onto his front. His hands clenched, and when he tried to pry his eyes open, he saw Rachet over him, and he shrank away, suddenly recalling how close Megatron was to his face as he cried, begged for them to stop-
"Sam, I won't harm you. None of us will harm you. We promise," Rachet's tone was soft, toned down, as the other Autobots backed away from his line of vision. Sam felt his back dig further and further into the metal hand holding him, and Rachet, noticing this, said in reply, "Sam, your heart-rate is peaking. Please relax."
"Ooooh, Megatron, should we try making his heart pound faster-?"
Sam whimpered, and covered his head with his hands, turning over onto his side. Rachet was already performing a scan, and he felt his skin tingle as it was being done, Rachet calculating injuries, bruises, torn skin-
"Primus," was all he mumbled, "Ironhide had better leave some of that bastard to me to rip apart."
So Rachet knew.
Great.
"Sam, please, do not feel scared. We will not harm you. We will never harm you," Rachet soothed, and, without warning, Sam felt a twitch in his side. "Not like this. Never." He looked down to see a needle, just poking out from under his skin, and he yelped in surprise, pulling away from it. But already it was too late. He was dripping into a deep sleep, one he wouldn't be waking up from in a while.
"W-Why?" he slumped forward, his head hitting the metal hand, his hands feeling limp as he closed his eyes. The limb body in Rachet's hand could hear Bumblebee whining far off, wanting to be closer to his charge, and Sam couldn't help but feel the same way. Did Rachet already tell them through their com links? Sam shivered at the thought, and fervently hoped he wouldn't-hadn't.
As his fingers stopped moving above his head, he drifted off, basking in the warmth of someone's embrace: someone with blond hair and blue eyes.
A/N:
Yay, the next chapter is up! OMG, thank you all soooo much for liking this and reviewing it too! I was amazed to hear you wanted more and so this chapter got finished real quick! (which is bad for my studies but kinda good for my english, so I don't really care!)
I hope y'all like it, and please keep updating me with your thoughts! Really, they keep me up in the clouds!
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