-AN- Guys...I am so sorry for the wait. You guys didn't deserve me just going all quiet on you. Well, it's been a busy seven months for me. I finished my internship recently which had eaten up most of my time, I am currently in the process of finishing High School, and a bunch of personal stuff. However, I've not forgotten about you guys nor this story. I've been thinking about how to continue it and what is going to happen... I won't promise when the next chapter will be released, but I will be working on it as much as I can. Thank you, EVERYONE for has been with me from the beginning, you guys are the best. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
-PREDleader-
After what I assumed was hours of listening to this atrocious drug induced voice spewing its hurtful hate speech, the effect started to slip away when Airachnid help me figure out it was all a ruse. Instead of some monstrous nightmare from hell, it was just an annoying hallucinogen that spoke things I didn't want to hear. I still cannot figure out why Airachnid would tell me the secret behind this torture method. Normally with Torture you want to give the victim a sense of insecurity, not explain to them it's all fake. It baffles my mind that someone as 'experienced' as Airachnid wouldn't know this.
All of a sudden a crazy little thought entered my head, one that to an outsider might be obvious, but to a person who has spent as much time with Cybertronians as myself it made sense. This weird and crazy idea was that Humans and Cybertronians have thought patterns that are completely different. While the physical differences between our two races are extremely noticeable, our mental differences aren't noticeable, it seemed that we were almost identical when it came to our sentience. Cybertronians, 'genetically', are made of a form of metal and electronics, which would stand to reason that they would think more logically, and the idea of emotions must have been a few thousand years old for them, which is a moment compared to the long history of their race. I think this because whenever I see a Cybertronian get emotional, either their emotions aren't fleshed out and it looks like they're barely reacting or their emotions come in like a nuclear bomb and fully cloud their judgement making them lashout. While Humans have, over time, had more experience with emotion with generation after generation learning how to control and master them. The Autobots however seemed more adapted and use to these emotions than the Decepticons. From what I've seen of the Decepticons whenever they lose a fight their reactions are always more explosive than the Autobots. The 'Bots could be more controlled with how they react to emotions due to the amount of time they spent with Miko, Raf and I.
"So you're Arachnid's little prize." A high pitched scratchy voice came from the only doorway into the lab. "You don't look like much. You don't even look like you could have walked on your own without help."
I looked over to to source of the voice wondering if I was imagining this. Unfortunately for me I wasn't. Standing before me was a slender, tall and shiny silver 'Con. The one and only: Starscream. His long arms were crossed and his red lit eyes just kept glaring at me. If I didn't know how much of a coward Starscream was he would have given me a chill. I just remained silent waiting to see where he would take the conversation. The Decepticon seeker slowly approached me extremely interested in either my identity, or the condition of my wound.
"So, you're one of those...quiet ones." Starscream replied to my silence, almost delighted. "You have no idea what kind of uproar you've caused here, Autobot." He said that last word with so much vile it almost polluted the air in the room. "All the troops are asking about the untagged Autobot wounded by a Spider bot in the heart of a terrorist attack against the Humans that we didn't cause." Starscream informed me, his sharp talon like fingers scratching against each other.
"Must be a lot of questions. I can imagine." I finally broke my silence, curious about my unknown fame.
"Oh yes. 'Who are you, what battles you were in on Cybertron, what kind of alt mode you have'. However I'm only interested in one question." Starscream now stood to my right looking down at me, his eyes narrow and spectacle. "When did you arrive here on Earth. We didn't get any Space Bridge signals from here on Earth or Cybertron, and we didn't get any abnormal readings of space objects in the rock's orbit" He spoke rather fast obviously annoyed with me. Granted I figured most the high ranking Decepticons were annoyed with me, with that I took some pleasure. I didn't reply for a second, upsetting Starscream before he bluntly asked, "What is your relation with the Autobots on Earth?"
"No relation, I just barely got my Earth modes before you honored me with your gracious hospitality." I sarcastically lied to the Decepticon second in command who didn't take to kindly to my jokes, his eyebrows slanting. Him and I haven't spoken or even seen each other before the accident I had with Ratchet's chemicals. This put me in the fortunate situation where he wasn't able to recognize my voice. The only way I was able to recognize him were the holographic recordings Arcee and the other bots had. They taught us children who the main players of the Decepticons were, their ranking and alt mode only to keep us safe and stay away from any dangers. Of course, Arcee being my guardian and partner, she went into more depth with me.
"We know you have a form of relation with the two wheeler." I tried my best to hide my surprise at how Starscream came by this information. Did Airachnid tell them, or was it so obvious? "You should have seen the way she cried and screamed for you after you and your new handler left. Oh it was a sight to see her so broken." My head went into a frenzy as I imagined the pain and torment she was feeling, and only have Starscream here describe it to me made it almost impossible to react. "Unfortunately we couldn't pick out your name. Care to share it?"
"I don't feel at liberty to say, afraid of what my 'handler' would do," I answered again sarcastically trying to regain my composure and waste Starscream's time.
"That's right, you aren't." A feminine voice called out to Starscream, annoyed and aggravated. For a split second I thought it was Arcee, however the voice that yelled didn't match to 'Cee's. It was filled with poison and torment. Instead it was Airachnid's, she stood in the doorway glaring at the Second in Command who was also startled by the new member of our conversation. She looked like she was about ready to extend her spider legs and pounce on the Seeker."What are you're doing with my catpive?"
"N...nothing...just...huh...welcoming him to the warship." Starscream stammered as he tried to form a half convincing story for Airachnid. "Just you know, gracious hospitality."
"Leave, now." Airachnid said coldly, not buying Starscream's story. Knowing staying and trying to convince Airachnid was pointless, the Decepticon quickly left the room without a word. "Annoying crew members I have to deal with, don't you say Jack?" Airachnid cooed, satisfied with what just happened. She closed the door, giving us some privacy to where she felt comfortable about using my name.
"Well, I can say with confidence I've shared better." I said coldly, my sarcastic nature I had with Starscream gone. Unlike with Starscream I had nothing but distaste and hate for Airachnid. Her face grew long and she pushed a button on a console to her left. Instantly I lost control of my body by the unstoppable and erratic convulsions. I screamed in both pain and surprise at the sudden surge of life. What felt like live energy that came from the berth I laid on entered my system. Every pulse the chair gave the pain got worse and worse. It felt like the very life force that kept me alive was being drained from my veins. Before I would be given the opportunity to black out the pulses ended just as quickly as they came. I breathed heavily between groans of agony as I tried to recover.
"Let that be a lesson to you." Airachnid whispered barely audible. "Give me the answers I only want to hear. Now, let us try again. Don't I have to deal with the most annoying crew possible?" Her spindly clawed finger still hovering over the console. I glared at her not giving an answer for a second. It was obvious she was trying to get me to submit to her will; to break me. While I didn't want her to control me I didn't want her to make things worse.
"Yes, you have it the worst." I replied insincerely and monotone. We held an uncomfortable stare at each other, me anticipating what she was going to do with me. A audible sigh escaped her mouth in dissatisfaction.
"I guess that's the best I can get from a Human. You guys are so disobedient. How did you ever use each other as slaves?" I rolled my eyes at Airachnid's taunts. It was unwise of her to bring up the horrors of Humanity, as I am sure Cybertronians have a far more darker past than us. She slowly traced her claws down my neck ripping soft cuts down with them. A sick grin curved its way on her face. "I'll just have to put more work into you than I thought, but..." Airachnid removed her claws from my neck. "Not right now. Someone wants to meet you my dear." She quietly left the room, allowing the stinging pain from the recent scratches on my neck make their presence known.
I laid strapped on that birth, in that empty makeshift cell room for around fifteen minutes staring at the oddly formed ceiling, it looked as if it was made with a field of knives each without a beginning or an end. The ceiling felt like if I gently brushed my finger on it, I would be missing a finger. After a bit, I began to find patterns in the knife shapes, first they were just random shapes but they quickly turned to faces of the people I loved; Arcee, Mother, Optimus, Bumblebee, Miko, Raf, Bulkhead and even Ratchet. Tears filled up in my eyes as I realized I failed them, again.
The door opened with a sudden and surprising clash. There was a second of silence, a second that seemed to hang on for years. The silence was broken by the sound of ground shaking pounding of feet entered the room. Each stepped made me feel smaller and smaller.
"I hope you are comfortable." The booming voice of the silver Decepticon leader Megatron filled the room. His red eyes staring intently at me, his fingers clenched tightly into a fist and a sinister grin across his mouth. Man, if I didn't have any amount of fear earlier, it surely found it's way into my soul now.