Retrokill: Black blobs equals? What do you think? XD

Maria B: Yup... This is much of a reply since I seldom give PMs now. And yeah, Mearing just gave her Mercury. Don't worry, Frenzy did the trick and is planning on getting revenge... But be patient little cricket... We will have our revenge! She did ask Megatron! I was planning to make it on another chapter but that will eat up more space... so I went for the integrated ones. What do you know is black squishy and small in cybertronian terms? XD There you have the answer~

I do not own Transformers... Only this story, the plot and the OC.

Chapter 48: Unexpected Visits

"This had not been the first time we had met, Ms. Oen… Now, I would like you to come with us again." The voice said as Oen perked up from not recognizing whoever it is. Unsure on how to answer to that, she remained silent while trying to make out her vision. Squinting was no good, and so is rubbing. When will her vision clear?

"I… I don't quite recognize you, mr…" She finally said with uncertainty. There were two black blobs beside her now… Oen hadn't really noticed but she sure did when callused hands touched both of her arms. They were dragging her forward with them, making her panic all the more.

"Please stay calm… And let us take you…" The man seemed to be more careful with her while the other just stayed silent. Even though it was like that, telling her to stay calm was affecting her the latter way as her heart pressure rises.

"Where are you taking me?" She asks as she planted her feet on the ground. It was bad enough that she was can still be dragged while slipping but with her friend mechling staying silent, who knows how bad these people were. Who are they? Why is he not coming out? Those questions plague her as resistance came.

"Please don't make me scream…" It was not really a plea for the others but that came out of her mouth. Thankfully, it managed to stop them for the time being as they seemed to be staring at her. They hadn't let her off but they sure were taking their time murmuring things about 'let her' and along the lines of 'this is not our job'.

This kind of interaction, she found no threat in them… But still, Ratchet won't like it if she had left her posts once again. Not only would she be strapped and glued to the bed but maybe, this time, she would be wielded to the ceiling if she were do not comply. The memory of Sideswipe hanging there made her wince every single time as she dubbed him the only a fan of the roof… Despite that, she does not want to be the second…

"Ratche—" She was cut off from explaining when the kind one had let go of her arm. She still can't see that well but she can feel a lot clearer.

"Ms. Oen… The government had agreed on your status of being placed under their protection program. This visit means that you are being transferred now to a safer location. Under that treaty, the government will help you settle down like with the others… Now, please comply with procedures." The man explained. That make sense for Oen but she was soon pushed into yet another memory.

She saw the lady that she had seen earlier this week. She was telling her that she should not worry but the cold eyes that glared upon her said otherwise.

"I see that you are still here…" Her icy tone chilled her on her seat. It was lunch time that day and Oen was in the cafeteria with the others. They were talking about Sam's flabby body as Will did a one sweep asking whether Sam was sure that he was not fat. The soldiers around them were having a good time while the Bots were loitering or recharging. Oen knew better when she noticed that Mirage was on his daily pranking.

"She is under the Autobots, Mearing… You can't tell her where or when she should be here or not…" Sam responded, none too formally as he pushed his seat out of the table to stand up in front of the old woman. There was heat in his eyes that battled the other's cold gaze.

"Well, then she surely is a free loader. Her importance is a bare minimum and she is hindering every operation we have. Not only is she incompetent with her still recovering form from whatever happened to her but she also has the likes to drag you with her." The elder woman started.

"I had expected more from her presence here but it proves to take affect the latter way. No wonder had that nurse defied me… But it makes me think what could have been if this girl hadn't come around…" Mearing continued to say while piercing Oen with that look. A sense of dread was rising in Oen as she heard the word nurse while Sam and Will's protest only made it hastily grow.

"Stop this, Director…" Will said as he stood up and went over to Sam and the other. Sam was already clenching his hands and that was alerting Bee. They don't need such a large thing happening here when Mearing and some others still had no knowledge of what the young man had become. The Autobots knew that they had to stop this before it becomes uncontrollable.

"And I had expected you, Ms. Mearing, to have let go of this situation to us… After meddling with our authority, not only had you taken over but also, you had placed danger upon innocent people." The CMO said with controlled spite and anger.

"Are you forgetting, Medic, that you lot had been the ones that had defied my authority? Those people in that hospital wouldn't have suffered for your careless actions if you had followed my orders and left the girl there, for the government to handle her!" The Director didn't back down as she shot the mech with the same cold glare. She did not fear… And she will never let fear overcome her even if the mech can just stomp on her.

"Do not accuse us of lacking and acting rashly here! We had abided to your rules fair enough! But a medic's job is a medic's, you have no right to take that!" Ratchet's anger snapped awake in full as he gripped his trusted wrench in a vise. The mech besides him noticed and was already upon the medic if ever he were to act rashly himself.

"Ratchet… Don't go blowing a tail pipe here…" Wheeljack muttered as he laid a servo on the other's shoulder plating. His words seemed to have an effect on the medic when the other spitefully turned his helm the other way as he fumed.

"That is the atrocious behavior that had led to her demise… That nurse would have still been here…" Mearing let out her own huff as she tsk in disappointment at them. After that, she soon addressed Oen once again, as the paralyzed girl seemed too caught on, on what they were saying.

Sweat was already damping her head as the girl's breathing was raspy. Slowly… But surely… Mearing had done what she came for when the woman left with fake disappointment and an ending say of 'you should have complied with procedures'.

After that, Oen was paralyzed from recollecting the frightened and pained screams in her head. Physically, she seems to be fine, but mentally… She had opened a large crack in her consciousness as guilt formed to swallow her.

"Ms. Oen?" The same unfamiliar voice snapped her back to reality. Oen blinked once till twice when she found out that she could see a little bit clearer.

"…I'll come…" She said silently as tears formed from her eyes. "But I have a request..." The girl added as she looked at them sincerely with sadness and guilt that had ingrained itself from that time.

The two men seemed to stare at her before discussing whether they would let her. With the question of what is that she wanted, she requested for them to talk to her about that nurse that Mearing was talking about… and ask her why does her heart ache so much from just hearing about it.

"Thea Neanderthal… She was the nurse that the Director was talking about and from the records she was your nurse upon your first stay here. I have no other details but maybe you two had a deeper relationship as to why you hurt from hearing of her death. The reports said that she had been in the hospital after rashly disobeying orders. The Lady hadn't been happy about her behavior when she had discriminated her in front of the whole facility. After that, the nurse was said to defy her by going on an unauthorized mission with that large alien…" The other got elbowed by Oen when she shook her head.

"Who you are referring to is Ratchet, the medic, is it not? Please call him the same…" Her words were calm but the two men knew when a person seemed to be offended from the point she had used.

"Well… The reports told of them going to a hospital that had endangered its residents and workers. It is said that they had brought the Decepticons a chance to strike them in their vulnerable state. Only a medic and that one called Mirage? Then there were like 7 of those bad ones…" They continued explaining as they driven out of the back of the facility.

"There had been many casualties… That nurse included. She was said to have lost too much blood from a silver spiky one that is as large as half a full grown adult. The report was derived from an onlooker who was terrified out of his wits." Oen listened on diligently but a tug in her mentality told her that something about the story is wrong and that they were talking about the same mechling she knew.

"Poor nurse… Her family suffered the blow after her death. And couldn't help gather hatred for whoever did it… But they were reported falsely… as what had been always done, to keep those things' identity hidden…" Again, Oen can't help feel insulted at the words that the two men were using for the mechs.

"I think they call themselves, Cons… er… Decepticons…" The other continued and that word called upon her memory. She knew that she had heard that before but from where?

"The operation should have dissolved their population… I mean… they had done quite a number on us… they should kill their selves for once…" Spite and anger tainted the conversation as Oen continued to seethe with her own anger. Her lips were in a fine line as her brows had met at the middle of her forehead. A glare was placed upon both on the heads of the two government people who rode in front of her as they continued to graze ill words to those under the Decepticon name…

She was spazzing with the anger she did not know where had come from. In her offense, she thinks that disgracing a person behind their backs was a total no-no but from what she was feeling, she knew better that that logic was not the reason behind this.

Her vision was red already when the topic came to 'those bastards should rust in hell'. Oen's body was already moving silently towards the other's seat while her fingers were widely open, slowly creeping to the exposed neck in front of her.

'Rust they say?' she chimed in a sinister mental voice. A loop-sided smile was already on her face. By the time that the two noticed it, she had already got a hold of the other man as the car steered out of control.

The driver protested and shouted for her to let go of his companion but never did she as she kept suffocating the man. Under her arms, the man struggled hard as he aimlessly punched her… Thanks to the effects of having a spark, she had grown a lot tougher than before.

"Let go! Damn it!" The driver was conflicted on trying to save the other while he steering the wheel but it was of no use.

"NO ONE FOULS MY FAMILY! NOT INFRONT OF ME! NEVER!" The girl furiously screeched. The highway they were in was filled with the sound of a car out of control as were Oen's logic and reasoning. Emotion is truly a dangerous thing if one lets it go… And with that one being Oen, the breaking persona of Shein, the human of the Decepticons, a squishy that they even fear, it truly complemented how ruthless she can also be.

When the man fell unconscious under Oen's hands, she had let him go immediately as if burned. Lost and confusion clouded her eyes when she came to herself.

"YOU FUCKING DECEPTICON WORSHIPPER! I KNEW THAT YOU WERE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE! NOW YOU HAD SHOWN YOUR COLORS, DIE WITH THEM!" The driver screamed as he held her at gun point. Fear nipped her there and then at seeing that but what heightened it more was the fact that something was moving vertically in front of them.

"LOOK OUT!" She shouted as she pointed at the black and white vehicle. It was too late for the man to steer or stop as they soon hit it with full force, sending their vehicle tumbling to the air. The driver had hit himself on the front glass as the other hit his head on the door glass. Both were bloodied as they skidded to a halt on the asphalt.

Oen hurt everywhere as her consciousness started to fade but the last thing she saw before she fell into the black void was how that black and white car transformed like the Bots… while a familiar mechling ran towards them.

I had managed to do this one! And also, to celebrate the end of my defense! Yey, I passed it. With all the stuttering mess I am and all that preparation.

This time, I am gonna tackle the final exams. Wew. One week to go before I am free!

~Dreamer