If you couldn't tell, I will be changing POVs often in this story. Usually there will be two per chapter; Sam and an Autobot's. The only time this won't happen is if it's only in Sam's point of view. Either way, I hope it doesn't confuse you too much. I won't be explicitly stating who's point of view the section is from, but it should become apparent quickly. I do this because I think it flows better, and writing SPOV seems kind of unnecessary, honestly.
Once again, I don't own Transformers. If I did, the live action movies would have gone down a bit differently... I hope you like this chapter.
I rolled onto my side, relieving the pressure from my back. Something bad must have happened, and at the moment, I really didn't care what. I just wanted to die. My spine was on fire, and my leg probably wouldn't hold my weight. The last time he'd hurt me so bad was... before I lost my sight.
I heard nothing, and knew there wasn't another life form on this half of the ship. I'm bleeding, somewhere. I don't know where. I feel warm wetness on my skin, but I hurt so bad, I don't know where it comes from.
Does this have anything to do with that uproar a few days ago? From what I'd gathered, someone was aboard the ship that wasn't meant to be. I hadn't sensed them, however, until he threw me on the counter and started shooting at something. Just at the outer reaches of my range, I brushed the spark of an unfamiliar alien. I knew everyone on the Nemesis, as they called it, and I didn't know this one.
Whoever it was, I hated them. I hated them with a fiery passion, for they were the reason Megatron crushed me like this. Usually, he laughs and amuses himself by making a fool of me or serving minimal damage, because he hated putting me through medical procedures more than he enjoyed crushing me.
But he was pissed now, using me like a stress ball because whoever had boarded the Nemesis had pissed him off.
I moaned and clutched my sides. Why?
Sensing someone approach, I tensed. But, it was only Starscream. I trusted them all more than my master. They wouldn't hurt me, no matter how much they wanted to.
"Suppose I didn't need to squish you." Starscream was in the doorway. "Lord Megatron did a fair enough job of that. But, it looks like he missed a spot."
I remained silent, turning my face away from the direction of his voice.
"You can give me the silent treatment, human, or you can talk back. I don't care either way, because at least we both know where you belong."
"Under your foot?" I scoffed. "Your foot doesn't deserve to have me on it."
"Why you-" he started, flying at me and fully ready to attack. Starscream has an inferiority complex.
"Starscream!" Megatron's voice boomed, and I smirked. They all have their uses.
"Lord Megatron! I was only... but... the human was..."
"Shut up." I heard metal on metal, and my smirk widened. My pain is his pain. "Get out."
"Yes, of course..." Starscream mumbled under his breath, and he ran out until he was past my range. My smirk dropped to the pain, I leaned my head against the ground.
"I said, get out." Megatron was closer, growling directly at me. I can't move! I can't walk, let alone climb down! You've got to be kidding me! I heard a growl before a hand hit me and I took to the air. This has happened before, and usually I can land well enough not to sustain too much injury, but I was only just able to angle myself onto my back and covering my head before I hit the ground. I screamed, molten lava tearing across my back.
I heard footsteps approaching, and I panicked, rushing to my feet and limping towards the door. I need to get out of here! He's angry enough, he may actually kill me!
The door slammed shut behind me, and I collapsed, not truly caring that I was out in the open for anyone to accidentally step on. The pain is too much, when will it end? Why do I continue to live? All of this should have killed me by now. Why me?
Why?
"Human." a familiar voice demanded my attention. I groaned again and turned my face up towards the medic. Great, I hate him too. He doesn't actually know anything about human medicine, he just does what he thinks seems right.
"Uhg."
"You'll come this way, then." he demanded.
"No."
"No?" he glared at me. He also reveled in my pain. But, then, who didn't here? "Come. Now."
"Make me." I glared as best a blind kid could. This succeeded in infuriating him, causing him to grab me and walk away. Yes. Now I don't have to walk, though, I'd have a number more bruises when this is over.
In the middle of my 'check up', the ship gave a terrible lurch, knocking over several glass somethings in the med bay. I was unable to comprehend anything, too caught up in the pain on my back. It was wet now, with I have no idea what. I was tied down, on my stomach, and unable to feel it.
"Stay." the medic, who had no name, growled before running out. It wasn't that I didn't know his name, he didn't have a name. I had no idea why, though.
"Where else am I going?" I mumbled, biting into the strap that ran across my face. It squished at my nose, then curled upwards into the unknown. This was to keep my face off the countertop because when I first came here, I'd tried to suffocate myself.
Now, I just hated the stupid strap. I hated this pain in my back. I hated these aliens. They're all just evil, and I don't even know what their purpose is. They're after something, but when they start talking about it, they tend to revert back to their native language. That's all I know, more than I really care.
The ship gave another tremble, knocking my neck either direction as far as the strap would allow.
The open air continued to seep into my open wound, and after at least five minutes, I couldn't bare it anymore. I let out a scream.
"Let me down!" Groaning and whimpering, I was unable to hear anything. The wetness on my back, it crept down with gravity oh-so-slowly, tickling and prickling my skin as the open air assaulted the exposed nerves along my spine. My leg was twisted out, so the injury faced upwards, and by now my thigh had gone numb. Something was pressed into my leg, and whatever it was, it wasn't a brace.
"Let me down." I moaned, nudging my face into the strap desperately so my head could fall back down to the table. My neck hurts for a week after this, always.
The ship gave another, terrifying tremble, and I sensed the aliens moving around quickly. When I shut up long enough to listen, I could hear shouting and explosions.
"Block the med bay!" someone shouted. There was another, closer, explosion before Megatron's voice roar ripped the air.
"LEAVE THE WORM, I DON'T CARE!"
Another tremble, before things started to quiet down, and I began to whimper again.
The door was yanked open, and one of the unfamiliar sparks barged into the med bay.
No, things hadn't gotten quieter. My hearing was starting to fade. Because the alien in here said something, but, it was too foggy for me to hear.
"Uhh?" I couldn't work my mouth right, trying desperately to crane my head around to hear better. The straps holding me down were cut away, and my body sprawled out, unrestrained. Something fell off my leg, and someone started to pick me up. They said something again as I was turned over.
For the first time in seven years, I saw something.
But only for a moment. The moment I seen that glowing, blue, something, I panicked and it was gone. They said something again, and yanked me about as if the ship had trembled again.
My hearing started to return. I know this because there was a deafening explosion nearby, and I was jerked one direction.
"... drop it!"
"I don't think so."
"Lord Megatron won't be pleased with you." This was Starscream, who, from his voice, was looking for a fight. He did this a lot.
"To Pit with Megatron! Get out of my way!" I was jerked around several times longer, then pulled through the air like when my master tosses me from the counter. Only, this time I remained in this alien's grip.
There were several other shouts that I could comprehend, but didn't pay any attention to. I focused on keeping my neck steady, avoiding whiplash. There was a screech, a roar, and the something I'd never experienced happened; I was tucked somewhere warm. The funny thing was, if I was right in my assessment of their anatomy, it was somewhere on their person near the shoulder or chest.
Then, half a moment later, all sound left again. Was it that the sound had gone, or was it that my hearing had failed once more?
No. I hear something. It's... calming. Natural, continuous, tranquil. A steady thrum, humming and buzzing, forcing me to let out a sigh (which I also heard) and all my muscles to relax. It was warm and... comforting. It started to fill me completely, and I let my unseeing eyes to shut once more. This low, deep, thrumming sound. It was powerful and gentle, both loud and quiet.
In a slow revelation, I realized it was the most important thing I've ever encountered. So great, so large, but so secluded.
I stayed like that, barely breathing, listening to this deep thumping sound coming from just behind me, for what felt like both hours and seconds at the same time, but must have lasted minutes.
Cool air rushed in at me, the gust of it momentarily silencing the great thrumming, and I was pulled out. Terror filled me, and I feared I'd never hear it again. What if I don't? I had to, I had to figure out what that was! Where was I? Had I died for only a moment and was blessed to hear what the great beyond would sound like, since I would never see it?
I could barely notice anything about the hands that held me. I blocked out all other sound, searching for that thrum. Surely it hadn't left completely? Where is it? All that would reach me in my meditative state was the pain from my back and leg.
I felt like my lifeline was falling away. That beautiful, strong, living thrum! I... I needed it. More than anything ever, I needed it.
Voices started to reach me. I began to whimper. No, no! If that was the sound of the void, then send me back! Send me back!
"He's coming out of shock."
"Heart beat rising, dangerously."
"He's having a breakdown. Hold him still before he hurts himself!"
"You're going to be alright, sparkling."
"I'm going to have to sedate him; he isn't responding."
"Come on, snap out of it! We're here to help!"
"Here we go. There."
Sound started to leave me, and the foreign touches as my arms thrashed remained to sting, though I couldn't lift them anymore. My throat was soar from screaming. My thoughts... were... slowing...
"I'll take him now." Were the last words I heard, from the unfamiliar sparks that surrounded me, before I blacked out.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O
I stood beside Ironhide, watching three more of my men fall to this organic planet. They would be just as hard pressed to escape unnoticed as we were. The humans here are far too observant of the skies for their own good at the moment.
"Do you think the missions was a success?" he asked me, when the last of them had disappeared into the horizon with a faintly audible 'pop'.
"I hope so." I let out a sigh and transformed, leading the way back to our rendezvous point. Only a day ago, the Ark had hailed me and told of their discovery that the Nemesis remained in orbit of the planet. They'd managed to get rather close, completely undiscovered, and I'd approved of a mission to locate the boy I'd found there earlier. We haven't heard back at all yet, but, I was sure it was a success. I trusted them, and, since we haven't heard bad news, I was only to assume there is good news.
We all met in an ally in a generally deserted part of town, the very town the Witwicky household remained. It was still untouched, for the property went to a third uncle that hadn't taken the time to come out here yet.
Ratchet and Jazz joined us first. Nervous as I was, I was about to ask about the success or failure of their mission, but my answer came in it's own time when Bumblebee pulled up, transforming around the unconscious form of a sixteen year old boy.
"He's alright?" I asked, stepping closer to look. Sure enough, there was no doubt that this was him.
"There was extensive damage to the spinal cord, and severely bruised muscle in the left femur, but I managed to set it all right. Within the next few months, so long as he doesn't run too much or lift anything heavy, he'll make a full recovery." Ratchet assured.
"Good." I sighed in relief. "I want a status report."
"I found him pinned down in the Decepticon med bay, partly unconscious. At first, I thought he was taking the situation pretty well, but a few minutes after we got back to the Ark, he started to break down." Jazz explained. "Ratchet had to put him under, so the sparkling didn't hurt himself."
They knew this wasn't the only thing I wanted to know. Ratchet finished the debriefing.
"He didn't seem to serve any purpose there other than amusement. He won't know where it is."
I let out a sigh, both of relief and frustration. I was thankful the youngling was alright, but now, our only lead had fallen. No, we can still search the Witwicky household, and there might be something of Archibald's there.
"When do you expect him to wake?" I wondered what to do with the boy now. Eight years blinded and in Decepticon captivity, we couldn't merely drop him off with local authority.
"Now, actually." Bumblebee's voice made my thoughts stop and I looked quickly to the human boy sitting up on Bumblebee's raised palms. His eyes were open wide, but the green was faded over and pale, unseeing even as they flickered around in every direction. They focused on nothing.
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