Half Moon

  I wake up with my head beating in my ears, a loud rumble coming from somewhere making my bones rattle.

  I try rubbing my head, but my arms are wrapped in chains, my feet hanging at least 15 feet.

  No.

  Nononononono....

  All my phobias hit me at once.

  Chains...

  Not knowing where I am...

  I let it happen again.

  Help me...

  I struggle desperately, trying to get out.

  My wings are pinned together with something.

  I feel blood dripping down my feathers and on the side of my face, hoping that my wounds weren't that bad.

  Anyone. Help me!

  I hear loud, thumping footsteps.

  They sounded like metal.

  I hang my head, my heart beating so fast I couldn't decipher the spaces in between.

  Anyone. Please.

  I hear some sort of door open, and I just keep still.

  The footsteps stop right in front of me.

  "I know you're awake."  The voice was scratchy and hoarse, making my bones turn to ice.

  I still remain still, forcing my breathing pattern to stay the same.

  I feel metal fingers brush the bridge of my wing.

  That is a huge no-no.

  It's like a complete stanger coming up to you and smelling your hair.

  It's just not right.

  It felt awkward and just...  Wrong.

  I kick at the direction of thier face, my actions taking over.

  Great. Just blew my cover.

  I hear them chuckle.

  "Fiesty little thing, aren't you?" They ask.

  I open my eyes, my heart dropping to my feet.

  His face was as long as I was tall, his eyes red, a long red horn sticking up from his head.

  Anyone. Please. I'm scared.

  I start panicking.

  I can't fight.

  I can't move.

  Please. I'm begging you. Help me.

I can't feel my daggers in my belt, and I am too hurt to use my powers.

  I look at his hands.

  The tips were covered in my silver blood.

  I kind of found it wierd that a male was wearing Stilettos.

  I would have found that funny if I wasn't chained and terrified to death.

  He paces around me, his claws folded neatly behind his back.

  He is glaring at me angrily.

  Please. Help me. I don't want to get hurt.

  When he circles my front again, I kick at him.

  He grins evilly, grabbing one of my wings and tugging down.

  Hard.

  I feel my bone dislocate and snap.

  I scream, tears running down my face.

  I'm hurt really bad. Anyone. Please.

  "Don't try anything." He smiles, getting too close.

  I am tempted to kick him again.

  He moves my hair to one side of ny neck.

  He smiles.

  "Where is the autobot base?" He asks, somewhat calm.  But his eyes were narrowed.

  It's a lie. He was angry. About what, I didn't know.

  I was confused and terrified. "What?!" I exclaim, trying to back away.

  "Where is it?" He snarled, getting closer to my face.

  "I don't know!"

  Please. I'm scared, hurt and losing blood.  Anyone.

  He smiles wickedly.

  He picks up something from the floor, flicking it on.

  A tazor.

  Please. Help me.

  He places it near my stomach.

  I coil back as much as I could.

  "I will ask you one more time. Where is the Autobot base?" He said, his tone suggesting he was not happy with me.

  I am afraid of what he will do to me.

  "I don't know!" I cry, hoping someone would hear me.

  He jabs the tazor into my stomach, electricity shooting through me as fast a just-shot arrows.

  I grunt, clenching my teeth.

  Please. Help me.  Anyone. I'm begging you. I don't want to get hurt anymore. Please. Anyone.

  I kick at him for some sort of revenge, but he jabs the tazor into me again.

  "I will ask you once more I tear off your wings myself. Where is the base?!?!" He screams, my head booming with thunder.

  My heart races, my body going numb.  I can barely keep my head up.

  I lift my head with what strength I had left. "I don't know."

  He screams in anger, cutting one of the chains on my arms.

  My other arms slips through and I fall to the ground, staggering away.

  I barely got three steps in before he grabbed me by the torso.

  He squeezes me tightly, feeling my ribs crack.

  I scream, trying everything to get away.

  He smiles like he's amused.

  Anyone...  I don't know how long I'm going to last.

  "Just tell me where it is. And I'll let you go." He snarled, but I knew he was lying.

  He pulls me close to his face. "Don't think anyone is going to come for you...  Because this ship is heavily shielde-"

  I hear what sounds like blasting down the hall, but I couldn't tell.

  Was I hallucinating?

  My vision goes black at the edges.

  He looks afraid.

  He drops me, and I land on my broken wing.

  I wince, my non-broken wing folded out.

  He stomps on it, shattering my bone.

  I scream, trying to pull my wing closer to my body.

  I couldn't feel my wings.

  I couldn't feel anything.

  I am too weak to think for help.

  Too weak to breath.

  Too weak to say anything.

  The shooting and footsteps grow closer.

  I hear the door open, and the shots were right above me.

  I hear metal against metal, along with a high-pitched scream.

  I see something slip underneath my body gently.

  At first I try to get away, but then I realize they are here to help me.

  They pick me up, whatever what was on my wings falling off and hitting the floor with a thud.

  I hear a deep, commanding voice.

  I couldn't tell what they were saying.

  I was too tired to keep my eyes open.

  I pass out.