A pained scream enters her mind. Scorching her soul as it terrorises her dreams. She jolts awake, sitting up, covered in sweat. Her eyes wide as they search for the source, but there's nothing. She's still in her bed, covers now on the floor, the room filled with darkness. She puts her hand on her chest and it heaves for air, trying to calm her rapid beating heart. She slides her feet over the edge of the bed, rubbing her face. The scream still echoing in the back of her mind. It was like she was there, she was in the same room and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't see who it was, only listening to the crying. Tears started streaming down her face, the pain the person must be going though. Though was it a person? She's sure she's heard the cry's before. But the question was where. It could be a bot for all she knew.

She decides to get up and get some fresh air, sticking her boots on over her pj bottoms, she heads outside. The dark cool night hits her lightly in the face, making her body shiver from the chill. She sits down on the white porch, her arms wrapped around her. A breeze blows though her hair, wrapping itself around her face. She doesn't bother to remove the few strands, just stares at the empty shop that used to hold a huge piece of her life. A place she built something better than her dreams. She brought back to life something well beyond her imagination. Now the place is only an empty shell of once was. 

"Oh Dreadwing. Where are you?" She whispers the question to herself. 

She promises herself she's not going to let anymore tears fall, but the promise is getting hard to keep. Just the thought of what her poor con turned bot is going through, brings the water to the brim of her eyes lids. It's something she doesn't want to think about. She just wants him to come home. Back to her. Just thinking about all they have done together, been though together, the love they shared. She snaps her head up at nothing, but the thought of love. Was any of it real? Did she just dream all of that emotions, all the pain, the alcohol and all the times she had been saved by him? From what the Autobots told her, none of that happened. She was put in the coma after being aboard the Nemisis. Silas never happened, her house being burned to a crisp never happened, the spiral into depression never happened. She brings her arms out in front of her and stares down at the sleeves. With a trembling hand she pulls back the sleeve and notices the small scars, not noticeable by the naked eye, but they are there. Definitely not as prominent as they could be and not as nearly as many. Its just the old ones she had received from her time in the military, not the burns she gave herself in her coma. 

A huge gust of wind comes rolling though, nearly pushing her over. It whips around her, tangling her hair as it freezes her. It howls through her ear, reminding her of the pained scream she heard in her nightmares. Its gone as quickly as it came, leaving her trembling and cold. Her tears come gushing out. She sniffles while trying to wipe them away. She gets up and quickly runs into the house. Attempting to get to the comfort of her room. Not that it brought much comfort. It was the only place she had of her own, where she could sulk about the past and what she's lost. Something she doesn't even know if she can get back.

The house is dark as she walks back to her room. The walk seemed to take forever, everything moving slowly around her. Not a sound to be heard through the darkened rooms. That is until she hears a whisper. She freezes before she can get to the kitchen. A light turns on upstairs and the whisper only gets louder. She crouches down behind the dining table. Not the best place to hide, but the only thing close to her. Her eyes wide with fright, but more so in curiosity, listening in on the voice coming from upstairs. 

"We need him alive...I don't care about his mental health, he's only a machine...He is nothing, but a mindless machine...What do you mean his color is draining? Thats not possible. Color doesn't drain from something...Do not let him die! Do you hear me." Silas's voice raises, but still in a whisper. "I'm leaving now."

Her mind scrambles to make sense of what she just heard. Struggling to put it all together. What she just heard is proof enough that her so called father has been lying this whole time. Her breathing becomes labored and harsh. Her hand reaches and clutches her shirt. This puts a whole new meaning to things. They have been lying to her and now she has a bot that needs to be saved, or a con. Either way, a Cybertronian is in danger. Trying to gather her thoughts, they are interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs. Heavy, angered ones. She knows she can't stay here. She has to hide. She has to get to her room, but her body won't move. Nothing is working. She's frozen where she is. Her eyes stare wide at the staircase, waiting for the man she fears. The man that has crushed her in more ways than one. 

He gets to the bottom of the stairs and stops. Her hand goes to cover her mouth, trying not to breath. Who knows what he would do to her if he heard her. The man from her nightmares has yet to move. She watches him carefully as he surveys the room. He's looking for something. He must know she's there. Then just like aboard the Nemisis, the same eyes that eyes her down, ready to kill her, makes eye contact with her.

"Well well well and how much did you hear?" His sinister voice sends chills through her body. 

There's no point in running, so she stands. Her shocked expression replaced with a angered one and she glares at him before saying, "Enough to know that you are not my father, but a liar."

"Yeah you shouldn't have heard that. I try not to talk about work at home, but it was important. But since you did hear it, you will be the perfect fix for our soon to be lifeless friend." He sneers with an evil grin on his scarred face. 

"I'm not going anywhere with you." She takes a step back, but he takes one towards her. 

"You don't have a choice." 

He makes a move to grab her, but she was prepared. She grabs one of the chairs and slides it in his way and makes a move to go around the table. He trips over the chair and is down, but quickly gets back up. She gets to the door to go outside, but before she can run out, he grips tightly to her shirt, pulling her back in surprise. Struggling, she kicks her foot up and gets him in the gut. Unfortunately, its not powerful enough to knock him down, only push him back a step. He still has the grip on her shirt. With an irritated growl he pulls her back and she throws a punch to the jaw, this time getting him to let go and she runs. 

She gets outside and starts to run towards the road, until a shot rings out. A shot that hits the dirt besides her, making her stop in her tracks. She won't win without a gun herself, and she knows he could have hit her easily. She doesn't turn around, instead listening to the footsteps walking over the gravel. 

"The military taught you well. Now turn around and get in the truck." His voice low and menacingly.

He grabs her arm after she doesn't move, dragging her over to the passenger side of the vehicle. Then forcing her in. He keeps the gun pointed at her even after he's seated and the truck is in reverse. The ride is silent, not even the radio turned on. Both have their eyes on the road. She doesn't dare look at the man with the pistol. She wants so bad to do something. Jumping out of the car even crosses her mind. Slamming the gear shift in reverse, anything to get her out of this truck. The worst part is she has the device Ratchet gave her in her pocket and she can't do anything with it. If Silas finds out she has it, he will find the others. She can only hope the tracker is still on and they will know somethings up. She also hopes they don't try and contact her. She doesn't even know if the thing has a ringer or not. Who knows what would happen if it went off. 

Her eyes begin to droop the further they go. She has no idea where he is taking her, but it feels like its been hours. It isn't until they turn down what seems to be a never ending driveway she perks up again. Staring waiting to see what's coming. A large brick building comes into view after about five minutes of taking this abandoned road. A large fence with razer wire surrounds the perimeter of the building. She assumes it is probably also electrified as they roll closer. They pull up to the gate and it opens with no hesitation. Two guards, heavily armed and wearing face masks, are standing by and they salute as they drive past. Her face stays solid and straight as they continue, but her insides begin to turn for the worst. Not looking forward to what may be hidden inside the windowless building. 

"Welcome to your new place of residence." Silas finally breaks the silence. 

"You can't keep me here, mom will freak out." She begins to argue.

"I can't have you blabbing to her what you will see here. Though, not that she would believe you. You are senile. But I already talked with your mother, she knows your going to be put away for awhile. You need all the help you can get."

"You monster!" She screams at him, ready to fight again until he points the gun back at her. 

"Now now now, don't forget who has the weapon here. I have no problems shooting my own child. You should ask your brothers and sisters. Oh wait, you can't."

"You did kill them. I was right. Everything from my coma did happen." 

He gets out of the car before he answers, walking to her side and pulling her out. He grabs hold of her arm, latching on tightly. 

"Well not everything. I'm not in a titans body. That never happened. Neither did killing Brandon or your mother, but everything else, yes that did happen. That also happened before your coma. When I found out you were working with Titans I had to get you out of there. I saved you."

"Then where were you and mom and Brandon when I came home from the military? Why did everyone think I was put in the coma after the explosion? Where were you all when I found Dreadwing? I had been living alone, thinking you all were dead for months until I found him. What kind of answers do you have for that? If your going to kill me, you could at least tell me the truth. And you didn't save me. You took everything I loved away from me."

"Calm down, sweetheart. All your questions will be answered, but I think there's someone that wants to see you first. He's been having a rough time and I'm sure he would just love to see your face again." 

The fakeness rolling off him made her want to gag. The words he used, make her shiver in disgust. He takes her through a large set of metal doors, down a long dark hallway, lit with low wattage incandescent. Doors line the hallway, leading to who knows where. It isn't until they take a turn, he finally leads her to another set of large double doors and he pushes her threw. If Silas hadn't been holding her, she would have fell to her knees. Her jaw falls and her eyes fill with tears. What is in front of her can't be real. 

He's in pieces, exposed. He's been turned into some kind of science project. Its a nightmare she never thought of. A vision she wished she never had seen. She screams his name. Fear, agony, sadness, pain, it hurts her to her core. What she brought back to life is in front of her being torn apart. How could they do this to him? 

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I apologize for any mistakes, I was just trying to get this out to you guys. I finally had some motivation and thought and had to get it down. I wanted you guys to get it asap. I wish I could have done it faster.

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