Chapter 1 - Real loneliness

"Where are we going?" You question with a tip of your head, looking at the rearview mirror which seemed to be his eyes for now.

"Stop asking questions and shut up." He retorts with a growl and speeds up his pace down the sandy roads.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, eyeing the radio that was now torn up because of your stomping. One of the speakers were busted in, a few buttons knocked out of their place holders. You did a pretty good job at pushing his buttons, or should you say, breaking them all together. Literally.

"Can I at least know what your god forsaken name is? I'll call you something really stupid." You challenge, using your dirty fingerprints to draw circles on his tinted window.

"You don't need to know. And stop smudging my window." He blows you off yet again.

"Hm? What shall I call you? Ah! I know. Mr. Prissy is your new name." You point out with a cheeky smile. Your seat starts to heat up at his anger and the fans kick on.

"Fine. It's Knockout. Now could you please be quiet?" He pleads with the most childish sounding voice.

You inhale a bunch of air, ready to blast out more childish song lyrics. That is, until he cuts you off.

"Someone open the Ground-bridge!"

A little bit down the road, maybe a mile or so, a huge swirling portal of different colors, mostly red, block the path. Knockout didn't seem to stop, nor did he even slow down. In fact, he started to speed up to the point you were hanging onto the black leather seat for your precious life. When you both are about to pass through, you dip your head down into your hands and squeeze your eyes closed. Nausea washes over you like a tsunami, your hand cupping over your mouth to keep the vomit that wanted to come up.

You feel Knockout's car body shift around your body and listen to the mechanical whirs and rubbings. When you feel everything go still, you peek open a glossy eye to see Knockout holding you on his silver palm. His crimson colored eyes search your face for fear but all he got was excitement and a little uncertainty. You weren't scared at all. Actually, you found everything so new and interesting. It was like a really long field trip.

"Welcome to the Nemesis. This is where you will die." Knockout smirks cockily at you while your eyes scan around the large... ship?

"Thanks for that warm welcome, prick." You sneer at him.

He ignores your comment and continues out of the room and into a hallway outlined with a dark purple color. Many other robots passed by, their heads turning to look ad you cuddled up to yourself on the medics palm. You bring your knees up to your chest and flinch at every little stare. You felt overwhelmed with many different emotions. At any moment, any of these robots could crush you and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It made you feel extremely intimidated. Who wouldn't be?

"You're about to meet Lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. If you want to live, I suggest you hold that tongue of yours." Knockout warns, walking up to a larger sized door.

He steps on a pressure plate in front of the door and it slides open, giving access to your quite rude captor. You hiss quietly at Knockout, knowing that you were not going to keep your mouth shut. If they kill you, who cares? You kind of care. More the less.

"My Lord, I come with a gift." Knockout speaks up, walking into the room and over to three other robots standing next to some kind of alien computer?

The one in the middle was huge, towering over even Knockout. Not to mention the two others standing beside him. When he turns around, all color drains from your face and your skin becomes paper white. His eyes, a deep dark red like freshly spilled blood, clip to your slightly trembling form, his lips curving upwards into a sinister smile. He was a light steel color with purple outlines running from his chest all the way down to his feet. You guessed he was the one who decorated the ship.

"A human? Why would you bring such a helpless being here?" His voice, rough like sandpaper, tips into your ears.

"While I was trying to grab one of the Autobot accomplices, this one here got in the way." Knockout holds you up higher for all of them to see.

"Why didn't you kill it? We have no use. Kill it anyway." He waves you and Knockout off, turning back to what he was doing before.

Hearing those words, you shoot up from your rolled up position and screech at him like a immature teenager, ignoring the sharp pain in your right foot.

"Kill me? Oh heck no. If I am even scratched, I will come back and haunt all of your butts." You immediately get his attention again, his red eyes turning back to look at you with shock.

"You think I asked to be here 'My Lord'?" You say with quotation marks, face twisted into a deep scowl. "All I wanted to do was get home and sleep. This dickwad right here," you gesture to Knockout. "Just had to pick me up. So excuse me if I seem kind of bitter to the fact you want to kill me." You end your rant with an icy glare toward everyone in the room.

The one to the left gasps at how you spoke to his leader, stomping one of his heels down to note he was angry at your outburst. Did you care? Not in the slightest. The wings on his back perk up and he makes a grab for you. Knockout dodges his hand, pulling you to the side with this kind of protective attitude. Why the heck did he care about you? Maybe he was saving you for his personal enjoyment. Torture.

"You better watch your words, human. It could really get you killed. But this time, I guessed it saved your worthless life." Megatron pipes up, half glaring at you, half looking at you with pride.

Since your foot was starting to throb at the pressure being applied to it, you sit back down and loop your arms, still cutting your eyes at him. A smirk creeps up his face for the second time at how utterly cross you looked. His cold eyes redirect to the other robot as his right side. Typing away at the computer was an oddly shaped robot, different from the others. He was painted with a deep purple and over his face was a visor, keeping you from seeing his face. Maybe he has something to hide? His knife-like fingers type away and only stops when Megatron turns to face him.

"Soundwave, you will be watching over her. Treat her however you like. I do not care." Megatron gives one last look at you before turning to his oh-so-important activities.

Soundwave turns his head towards your direction, and suddenly on his visor, a question mark is displayed. Knockout extends his hand towards Soundwave and was silently begging for the purple 'bot to take you off of his hands. Somehow, Soundwave frightened you more than Megatron or High Heels ever did. It could be because you couldn't see his face. You didn't know if he was looking irritated or upset. Not knowing alarmed you. His sharp fingers grab the back of your shirt and lift you from the warm metal of Knockout's hand.

"Thanks for getting me in this situation, Prissy." You use both of your hands to give him the bird, eyes shining with fire.

Soundwave passes by the cherry colored mech and towards the door, still holding you up by your shirt. It was like he was afraid to touch you. He carries you to a room which seemed to be his and sets you down on a nearby counter next to his computer area. The whole time, he was quiet and observed you from the corner of his shielded eyes.

Without anything to do or anyone other than Soundwave to chat with, which you didn't even want to attempt, you back yourself up against the cold wall of his room and slide down. When you touch the chilly surface of the table, you realize you still had your earbuds in your back pocket. You're quick to fish them from your jeans back pocket and curl them up in your shaking hand. While staring down at the pieces of machinery that used to make you so happy, real loneliness, for the first time in years, clouds your mind and spreads through your chest. Soundwave watches you with curiosity, mostly inspecting your scars.

Tears fill your already glossy eyes and you can't help but break down, bringing your knees up to your chest yet again. You dip your head into your knees and bring your arms over the top of your skull, soundlessly sobbing at the feeling of emptiness.

At that moment, you realized the life you had before was long gone.

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Miko bursts into the Autobot base, waving her arms around like a lunatic on a sugar high. She gets Arcee's attention first of everyone crowded together.

"What has you all wild?" She asks with a motherly smile.

"He... he took her!" Miko gets out between gasps for air, heaving over and pressing her clenched hands to her upper thighs.

At that, all of the other Autobot's, plus Jack and Raf, turn to see her heavily breathing and as pale as a ghost. Arcee kneels down next to the pink haired teen, her crystal colored optics filled with concern.

"What happened, Miko?" The blue colored femme uses her index finger to rub Miko's back.

"(Y/n), my new friend, Knockout took her. He took her guys! We have to help!" She exclaims with the little air she has.

Optimus, the most caring and gentle of the Autobot's, walks over to Miko and offers a hand for her to climb up on. She sluggishly crawls onto his heated hand and continues to suck air into her lungs. He raises her to his face and everyone who was whispering about the ordeal becomes as quiet as a mouse when he starts to speak.

"We will do everything we can to get her back, Miko. I promise."

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This chapter sucked. I low-key fangirled when I brought Optimus in. That is all I have to say about this. 😂