MEETING A DREAM // PT:4
*KNOCKOUT* EDITION
~2ND POV~
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   You were related to, the one and only Bumblebee.

   While your brother was quiet at school, yet talkative with his Autobot buds, you had no friends. You were dyslexic, and though you were pretty intelligent, you simply had to live through the consequences of your condition.

   Your parents homeschooled you, as they were fearful of you being bullied by the Decepticons as your brother was. They were finally sending you to go to school there, though. It wasn't much of a dream come true, but you would be able to make some friends! That was really all you looked forwards to.

   Bumblebee had warned you about the Decepticons: two in particular. Megatron, who was the leader, and an ultimate bully. And Knockout. Although he excelled in his medical classes, he was Bee's rival, and only cared about his looks.

   His best friend, Breakdown, was forced to move after Airachnid did some ultimate bullying. She wasn't a person you wanted to mess with, but you heard that information from Bulkhead, since Breakdown was his rival. Not Bee's. He was more concerned with his Track & Field enemy.

   Really. Really Bumblebee?

You couldn't exactly blame him though. If Knockout was as bad as you were told, no wonder your brother was that angry at him all the time.
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When you got to school, you immediately made yourself an Autobot. You had no other reasons besides:

~ The Decepticons were evil.

AND

~ You could spend more time with your brother.

   The day went pretty well! Bee introduced you to some of his friends, including the nominated leader: Optimus Prime. He seemed pretty cool!

   Unfortunately, Megatron met you too. You bet he planned to use you as some sort of bargaining tool in the near future, but you weren't sure why or when. The Autobots swore they'd protect you from him, and you swore you'd do the same for your new friends.

   You had to spend the day in some of the special needs classes, so you weren't able to spend to might time with him in school. That was a downside. You were able to spend your lunch period together though! You excelled wonderfully in your schoolwork, despite your condition. Take that, normies!

   You didn't meet many of Megatron's goons today, but some of the vehicon/eradicon crew were in your classes. Some of them were surprisingly kind! They simply were to scared to quit, fearing Megatron would do his worst to the traitors. You understood, knowing that in their shoes, you probably wouldn't have known what to do either. You made some promising study buddies though! At last, your first day ended, and you and Bumblebee happily walked home, chatting about your day.
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   Late that evening, you decided to go for a walk. You had a scrap load of homework, and really needed to clear your head. Your brother told you to be careful, and your parents were on a date, so you walked alone.

   All alone.

   In the dying light of the sun, AKA, the darkness.

   Brilliant!

   You wandered off into the outskirts of your neighborhood. Or, even better, the bad part of town. Your stupid dyslexia wasn't allowing you to read the street names, sooooo . . .

   Somebody (ONCE TOLD ME) pulled you into the alleyway next to where you were walking.

   "Who're—" You were cut off by a hand over your mouth.

   "Sssssh," they whispered, "You're ours now." They were some of the less-than-promising vehicons that you attempted to avoid. You bit his hand, and he hissed in pain. A gag, because you guessed they came prepared, was then placed in your mouth.

   While you were being pushed against the wall, you felt around for the trash can lid to your right. Gripping it, you swung the lid at the perverts, successfully knocking two to the floor. You spat the gag out.

   "Don't even try it!" You shouted, getting into a defense stance. That made the Decepticons angry (that was word 666), and the group lunged at you.

   "Hey! Boys!" Yells a man, casually strolling in on us. "Get out of my sights." The vehicons' eyes widened in surprise.

   "But! B-but Kno—" one cried, only to be cut off.

   "You heard me!" He scolded. What's the 'Con say? Kno- . . . Knockout? The group scurried away, silently escaping into the night.

   "Knockout?" You asked curiosly, making sure your guess was right. He flashed you a grin.

   "That's my name. Don't wear it out." Knockout chuckled, brushing off his jacket.

   "Uh, thanks." You said. Wait a minute! "Why did you help me?" KO looked at you, surprised at the thanks.

   "I helped you 'cause," he regained his tough composure, "Pretty ladies like you shouldn't be treated that way. Also, whatever Megatron wants to do with you, he won't want pathetic vehicons doing that to you . . . yet."

   You stared blankly at the fellow teen.

   "Okay then." You didn't want to ask questions; you wanted go home. You walked out of the alleyway, sighing in relief.

   "Wait!" He caught up to you. "How about I walk you home? I can make sure that doesn't happen again." You considered it. What Bee didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. Right?

   "Sure! I enjoy the company." Was your kind reply. Knockout was shocked about your positive attitude towards him, considering he was part of the faction that tried to *shivers* rape you.

   You two talked about your interests learning bits and pieces about each other before you had to go into your home.