It's this chapter where things start going down, and they go down quickly. I've got eight chapters total, and I think that's all I'm going to leave it at. All I have left to write is the end of the last chapter. Of course, I might change a few things or add another chapter if the story feels like it needs to be better wrapped up. I could theoretically do that.

In any matter, I give you Monsters. I hope you like it.

I fell to the back of the group, analyzing our surroundings down to every spec of dust. I only half listened to what he was saying; it's irrelevant anyways. The fact that he's telling us so much means that they don't intend for any of us to be going anywhere after this. And they aren't paying any special attention to me, so I guess I'm alright so far.

But the deeper we walked, the more I got that feeling. My stomach felt like it would up and leave me at any moment, my skin was getting cold and warm at the same time, and I almost swear that my hearing was wavering. I was having trouble paying attention to anything now. Something caught in my throat. A memory of a sound came back to me, like an echo.

The thrumming. I closed my eyes, feeling them quiver, and took a deep breath.

"Come on, kid!" Simmons shouted back at me, making me jerk forward to keep walking. I felt a hand on my back; one of the soldiers.

"You doing alright?" He asked.

I couldn't even find my voice. I just nodded and 'looked' down. Solid rock for as far as I can reach below us and a fair distance above us where there weren't normal rooms, but I didn't dare look around. Something's here.

"Eight years ago, we had a close encounter. We were on an NBE's trail when they up and left, leaving behind two dead bodies, a wrecked car, and a missing person's report." Simmons was talking. I must have snapped out of it enough to hear beyond the thrumming in my ears again. Even that began to fade.

I immediately realized he was talking about me.

"But they left something else behind that we've kept here." We entered a new room. I dared to analyze our surroundings again to find a frozen alien. His aura was so static that it almost felt artificial, but I've never encountered a frozen alien before. He was smaller, and he was definitely in league with my master as opposed to Optimus.

"We believe that this is what they're here for now. It's been here a long while, NBE-1." Simmons gesture to him. I didn't recognize the aura. He's been here longer than I've been blind, absolutely. But I couldn't help but to snort.

"Do you find something funny, Witwicky?" Simmons asked, irritated at the interruption.

"Yeah." I crossed my arms. "They don't care about him. They left him here to die."

"And how would you know that?" He asked, skeptic.

"I'm that missing person's report they left behind. My parents were the two dead bodies. I've been with those things for eight years, and I know they don't give a slag about this one."

"You're blind. How do you know?"

"You just said this is one of the Non-Biological Extraterrestrials, and I know their leader." I conveniently left out that there are two leaders and two very distinct factions. It doesn't matter anyway, because they don't know that. And this one is from the same group that took me. "His soldiers are disposable. He has no more value for their lives than he does ours."

"Then what, pray tell, are they here for?" He challenged, thinking he'd gotten me there. Oh, yes. You would definitely know them better than I would, wouldn't you?

I narrowed my eyelids, glaring directly at him in hopes of freaking him out. I don't know what's so freaky about my eyes, but there it is.

"They're looking for this Cube-thing." I answered. "It's pretty big, and very powerful."

Everything went silent then and Simmons shifted automatically closer to the door we hadn't come in through. I let my analysis go as far as the walls, but not any further. But something clicked in my brain then.

"You know where it is, don't you?" I gaped. "Better yet, it's here isn't it?"

"Follow me."

It's here. What they're looking for, it's here. Which means that not only will the 'Decepticons' show up again, but so will the Autobots. That gave me a little bit of a boost- something to look forward to. That sound... I'll hear it again.

"Soldiers?" The same man that had walked with me when I'd randomly remembered the thrumming noise was back again. He'd lowered his voice and fell in step beside me in the back of the group so Simmons wouldn't hear. "You said soldiers back there."

"Yeah." I nodded, wondering where he's going with this. I don't have time to figure it out, that creeping feeling in my gut was getting worse with every step. My stomach was twisting in knots and I caught myself rubbing my forehead.

"You only need soldiers if you're in a war. Who are they fighting?" He asked intently. I only barely heard him, closing my eyes again. Just too dull the senses. Everything... it's getting too much. Not stronger, no more vivid, but something is getting to be too much. "Sam?" He asked when I didn't answer.

"The Autobots." I didn't even think to answer. I was on autopilot, trying to focus.

A door opened up ahead, and I was nearly knocked a step back by the sheer magnitude of... I don't know. My stomach was severing itself and I was nearly whining like an injured animal. But I don't hurt. I wasn't cowering. I just... I don't know what that is.

But all of the sudden, as I got used to the sensation, all of my hearing faded. Someone was guiding me forward, into the room, but I was too far gone to object. I could hear the thrumming again. I can hear more of it. It was as if there were a hundred sources all here together, but there were no aliens around.

No. It's almost like a voice. But there are no words. A voice, talking to me, but not saying anything. I let out a breath, and it too faded.

Everything returned to normal... save for that itchy-skin feeling and my knotting stomach.

"What is that?" I whispered, but no one heard me. No one noticed what just happened to me. They were talking about the thing on the other side of the glass.

"We can't go in because of the radiation, though." Simmons stated.

"Radiation?" Someone, one of the other soldiers, asked.

"Do you want to see?" Simmons got excited.

Then we left that room, and I took another deep breath. What is that?

We entered a heavily armored room and were quickly locked inside. Glen was making some annoying comment, but I was more interested in the box of bullet proof glass in the center of the room. There's a morbid aura here. No. There's dozens of morbid auras, all of them faded and all of them faint. Actual auras, as if aliens have actually been in here. But I haven't caught any sign of any aliens aside from the popsicle in the other room.

"Anyone have a cellphone? MP3 player, Blackberry?" Simmons asked.

"I got a phone." Glen offered, ashamed of the reaction he'd got from his joke.

Simmons dropped the phone in the box. I observed for a moment, confused. But once the box was closed and the machine was turned one, it hit me.

In a short, quick burst of energy, it hit me. The cellphone came to life, an aura forming around the small mechanical being. No, not forming. It was injected into the cell phone from somewhere else. Oh, the energy definitely came from the Cube there in the other room, but the aura came from somewhere else. It was young. It was fresh. It had absolutely nothing to define it except instincts.

It went on the defense. It started firing at the glass, backing away from the humans in the room. It's first emotion started to fill it's fresh aura; fear.

I walked around to the other side, pulling closer. The Cube, the thing they were looking for, this is what it is? The thing they were so desperate to find, that they needed my great-grandfather's glasses for, is this? It creates life, it isn't a weapon. They're looking for the source of their life, for it was beyond ancient.

I put my hand up to the glass where the young spark had pushed himself up against. It turned quickly and started firing at me, but only momentarily before deciding I was trustworthy and turning his attention back to the others.

"It's breaking the glass." I heard Simmons muse, completely indifferently.

He pulled the trigger on some control he held and in a terrifying blast of energy, so very different from the one that gave life to the cell phone, it took that life away. The spark was completely extinguished and the youngling died, alone and afraid. I was trembling, unable to fully comprehend what just happened. Unable to allow myself to understand... because... because... that just isn't right!

"That was cool-" I tuned the others out immediately, appalled by every single one of them. He just killed a youngling, a child in cold blood! He gave the poor creature life, harnessing energy that obviously wasn't meant to be harnessed, giving it a three-minute lifespan filled with terror and confusion, only to kill it! Without a second thought, as if he'd done it hundreds of times before.

The sparkling's aura was fading, dead and cold like his body, into the background with all the others. He has done this before. How many times has this cube been abused like this?!

A new hatred was born into my stomach. This should never have happened. This is simply... too cruel! Impossible, how can anyone except for these humans ever do such a thing?! Simmons... I hate you now even more than my master. I would rather be thrown from Megatron's hand a dozen times and face the medic just as many every week for the rest of my life than witness such an event ever happen again.

How could you?

Before I could manage to put my loathing into words, alarms started blaring.

"What's that?"

"We're under attack." Simmons answered. All of the sudden, we were swept into another room where everyone was grabbing weapons.

I shook my head. No. I am not going anywhere and leaving that Cube in your hands. "Wait, wait, wait." I pushed back at the people who were pushing me, Maggie, and Glen back into the base and away from the fighting.

"What?"

"You got to let them in." I insisted.

They all went silent. Then, "Are you crazy?!"

But I'd gotten over my fear of analyzing my surroundings here. The Decepticons are here, I can identify Starscream and a few of the others, but I also recognize Bumblebee coming from the other side. The Decepticons don't even notice him there, but he's trying to find me. I know it.

"What do they look like?" I asked.

I sensed a monitor power up, and it shifted. "On both sides. There's a bunch of black and gray ones firing on us from the East, and a yellow one trying to sneak in from the west. Lock down the west sector, don't let-" Simmons started to order, but I broke through.

"No. Let him in. The yellow one."

"I don't think so. Is that one of your little friends from earlier?" He scoffed.

"You don't understand. He can help." I insisted, expecting a long, drawn out argument. But then, all of the sudden, the tables turned. The soldier who I'd talked to earlier- I think his name is Will -pulled his gun on Simmons. Guns went flying, and in seconds, the soldiers were all backing Will up, who was for some reason backing me up, while the agents were holding guns to the soldiers.

"Do what the kid says." Will demanded.

"What, you're going to leave the fate of the world to that kid? He's blind! What's it to you, anyways? Why the sudden trust?" Simmons demanded.

"He said that that frozen alien in there is a soldier, and you only have soldiers when you're fighting someone. And it sounds to me like that yellow one is who they're fighting." Will put together. I 'stared' at him in surprise. He's been paying attention, catching things I hadn't expected. I knew I liked him. His aura is one I can trust.

"Drop your weapon, soldier. There's an alien war going on and you're going to shoot me?" Simmons demanded.

"You know, we didn't ask to be here." Will growled. "I've got no more reason to trust you than I do that kid, and he seems to know what he's talking about."

"I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction..."

"S-7 don't exist!" One of the other soldiers interrupted, making my smile slightly.

"Right, and we don't take orders from people that don't exist." Yes, I like this group.

There was a minute of silence before Simmons changed tactics. "I'm gonna count to five, okay..." He tried to sound real calm.

"Well, I'm gonna count to three." Will just cocked his gun

There was another moment of silence, then the politician spoke. "Simmons?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd do what he says. Loosing's really not an option for these guys."

"Oh, yeah. Trust the kid. I don't know what's going to happen if we let that thing in, and I'm sure as hell not willing to find out." Simmons barked, unafraid of the gun pressed to his chest. Will backed off as Simmons went to the monitor.

"You don't, but I do." I insisted, accepting the help quickly.

"There, it's done. if that thing comes in, killing us all, it's on you." Simmons growled at me.

I stood there in a moment of indecision before I made a dash for it. I couldn't just wait here, near that monster any longer. The soldiers, I like. The politician seems to be on our side, and the scientists were alright, but I had to get out of there.

Turning the unfamiliar corridors and dashing towards the most appealing spark as fast as I could, I sort of gave up on acting like a normal blind kid with these humans. They were chasing me, but I didn't care to check which of them it was. I needed to get away and to that Autobot spark.

Skidding around a corner, I was starting to get sloppy. I just about tripped over something on the ground, and I stumbled over something else, before a hand scooped me up. I heard several other footsteps come to a halt, and I sensed guns come out, but Bumblebee raised his arms in peace. He seemed to forget he was holding me in one hand when he did that.

"I'm here to help." Bumblebee defended quickly. "I just came looking for him."

"What do you want with that kid?" Someone demanded, but I was freaking out again. So close. I need to get closer, I need to hear it. I'm still shuddering, horrified by what happened in the other room, I need to hear that sound.

Then he brought me closer, and I closed my eyes and let out my breath to listen.

"We found him, and he was injured. When you took him we were worried." Bumblebee defended quickly, flooding out the Sound with every word. But I was calming down. I can only barely hear it when I press my ear close, but it's enough right now. His aura is older, it's full and alive. So unlike those ones in the glass box.

"The Cube's here." I told him after getting ahold of myself.

"Where?"

So what are you thinking now? I'm trying to make Sam both strong in that he doesn't back down and is confident, but at the same time he has been tortured by Decepticons for eight years. He hasn't known anything of Earth since he was young, and right now, the only one he actually trusts are the Autobots. Kidnapped by Decepticons, kidnapped by the humans, so what now? And I have one question for you as we reach this point in the story; who exactly is this story about?