Blurr pov

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I rushed through the lines of trees not daring looking back until we had reached a safe distance away. I skidded to a stop venting hard.

"And that is why we- (y/n)?" I stopped mid-sentence confused when I looked behind me and she was not there.

"(Y/n)!?" I whirled around trying to find her, "(Y/n) respond!" 

I was only met with silence which only added to my panic. I sped around the small clearing calling out for the femme. I began to ramble worriedly as I began to search the whole area around the warehouse for her. 

":;(y/n) respond!!;:" I demanded over comms, only to be met with static 

I slapped the metal door of the warehouse, the door that had came down thus triggering the need for an escape. I gave a loud shout at the door, and in my own frustration. I rubbed my face with a loud exaggerated groan.

"Slag! Slag! SL-" I was cut off when I heard the sound of a ship activating I whirled around to face towards the sound

I watched with wide optics as a ship began to materialize seemingly out of nothing on the other side of the warehouse. Swiftly I rushed towards the dark ship I stopped at the edge of the building and watched a very familiar bot dragging the femme I had been on the search for towards the open ramp up towards the ship.

I narrowed my optics at Lockdown, the only real reason I could identify him was the fact he was on the most wanted list for a long time, then stared at the very limp (y/n). I wanted to rush over to her and save the day, but I knew enough that Lockdown was famous for his trapping, and I couldn't fall into the same fate that (y/n) was unfortunate enough to fall into.

As soon as he was out of view on his ship I rushed forwards and in as well. I whipped my helm around trying to find where he possibly could have gone with he poor femme. It wasn't hard, all I had to do was follow the fresh energon streaks against the ground. 

It concerned me just how much energon was on the ground. I couldn't exactly see what was wrong with her from the first glance, but if she is bleeding this much, it can't possibly result in anything good. 

I followed there trail (y/n) had unconsciously left behind to a doorway. I paused at it and hid enough to look into the room. I watched the trapper tie down the unconscious femme to a table. I narrowed my optics confused then widened them seeing all of the different upgrades that lined the shelves around the room.

In some sort of sick trophy room.

With (y/n) as the center piece.