I just arrived at the base for training. Lucky for me, I didn't have any duty. Just training. I hopped out of my alt-more and walked over to the gym. If I am not training, than I love to spend time in the gym and clear my mind. I started doing some work-outs for my eight-pack and biceps. Just the usual stuff.

I would meet Skyla around 12 PM, so I have enough time to train and take a shower. I liked yesterday, the drawing. She had talent I bet with the right instructions she can become a good artist as well. 'Hey, Sunstreaker.' I dropped the weights to look at Prime. 'What do you want?' I asked bluntly but doubted it came out that way. 'How are you doing?' He asked. 'Good, I guess,' I sulked. 'Glad to hear. What have you been doing the last few days?' He asked. I shrugged, 'the usual stuff.'

'Which is...?'

I shrugged again and didn't answer. 'You're acting a bit strange, honestly.' I raised a brow. 'Strange? Am I?' I asked. He nodded and leaned against the doorway with his arms and legs crossed. 'Yeah, you seem to be in a rush. Didn't want to hear me out either,' he replied. 'Just not interested. I only care about myself so...' I trailed off. 'And the sudden interest in humans? Ratchet told me you came for advice,' he said. 'That was nothing. You know I only kill humans. Isn't that the reason you told me to leave the base and find my own place?' I asked. 'I didn't tell you to move out. That's your own translation. I said; it would be good for you to have your own spot without humans around you 24/7,' he said. 'What's the difference? You still told me to move out,' I mocked. 'It was a suggestion and don't tell me you didn't want it because you were excited about it,' he said strictly.

I rolled my eyes. 'What do you want me to say?' He shrugged. 'Nothing, just curious what caught your attention,' he said. 'I've been planning a murder... so if you want to know the fine details of that, I will give it You,' I said. 'Really? Have you?' He asked nonchalantly. A smirk pulled up on my lips. 'I've not only been planing it, Prime. I've already done it.' He raised a brow. 'What on earth gave you done?'

'I killed a human. The fun part, the human was fully alive when I slowly started to cut through the layers of flesh, fat and muscle. Reaching the bone, I started to pinch it with the tip of my knife before using a saw to slowly cut it off. I burned the wounds closed so this person wouldn't bleed out and every time he passed out, I waited for him to wake up. Only to repeat the process three times more.' I gave him a psycho look. It's unsettling for people and it scared the hell out of them when I looked at them this way.

Prime shook his head. I love the power and control o gain over people while giving them this look. 'Go home, Sunstreaker.' I raised a brow. 'I just got here,' I sulked. 'Yeah, we'll... I think it's better if you go,' he said. 'You said you hated to be treated like they do but, you're the one who causes it with your psychopathic traits,' he said. 'That's why no one likes you,' he added. That was harsh for Optimus to say, I gotta admit that but It's not anything new. I sighed and headed home anyway.

At 12 PM, Skyla arrived and she looked horrible. Tired and in pain. Her head was bleeding, despite her best effort to stop it and she looked sad. 'What happened?' I let her in and shut the door behind her. 'Cooper.' Was all she signed. I don't feel much towards people are in pain and often love to see them suffer but seeing her hurt got me angry. I wanted to claim her, keep her here with me and have control over her. That's what I wanted, gaining more and more power over her.

((Skyla's P.O.V))
Sunstreaker had a look in his eyes I had never seen before. His eyes were scary and seemed to look straight through my soul. He's trying to control me. Like I don't know how psychopaths work. Control satisfies their ego, their need to belong, to connect, to feel safe, to feel entertained, and to feel loved. It's kinda sad.

'Why did he hurt you?' He asked after some time. I shrugged and fiddled with my hands. 'You should talk to me,' he insisted but sounded more like a demand. The more I spend time with him, the more demanding he became. 'What's there to talk about? It's nothing new and I don't want to talk about it anyway,' I gestured. 'Well you should. It's not good for you to keep it all inside,' he said before retreating towards the kitchen. I shouldn't forget he's a serial killer, despite he never really showed me his true colors.

I waited for him to return and are in silence. 'Looks nasty.' He pointed at my head. 'It's fine... I've been through worse,' I signed. He took another bite, 'it's still bleeding...' he handed me a napkin. I held against the wound and looked down at my plate. 'I would've done it for you... but you don't like it if I touch you.'
I didn't reply and looked at the blood stained napkin.

((Sunstreaker's P.O.V))

What am I gonna do with her?

I studied her for a good two minutes, considering my options. Why would I help her anyway? She's a human for Primus sake. I use to hate humans, not help one. I looked down at my plate for a moment. The fact is, one day she's dead. That for sure. It's either way because of abuse or because that human male decides to kill her.