The All Spark (discontinued to be rewritten)

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Nothing came to her. No dreams or nightmares or ideas on how to escape the warehouse, just a plain dark sleep. It hardly felt like sleep either, because every loud noise woke her up in a panic. Eventually it was the sun that woke her up, which seemed to be right on schedule with Megatron. The metal giant was having low conversation with the other Decepticons, perhaps giving out orders for the day.

Cass’ back was still hurting, she noted, but not nearly as much as it had the day before. Her leg was still very much broken, but the swelling had lessened. Her legs still felt numb everywhere else, which wasn’t a good sign, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She looked down at her hand where a bite mark resided around a healing cut. And around her wrists were cuffs. She hadn’t had those on before.

They were old, covered in rust and uncomfortably pokey on the inside. They were unbelievably tight, and any wrong wiggle would rub her wrists raw. The only way she'd be able to slip out if them would be to shed her skin off like a glove, leaving nothing but bone. There was another thing too. There was some kind of device on the inside, which made it feel like a wire was pressing into her wrists underneath the metal cuffs. There was a chain attached to the base of them both, which trailed along the ground and attached to the wall behind her. How they managed to get them on Cass without waking her up was beyond her. She wanted to try and take them off, but there was no way she’d be able to do that without hurting herself further.

Cass pushed herself up, trying to move her broken leg as little as possible as she propped herself upright. The concrete wall was cold against their skin as they tried to relax for a moment. In their back it felt like pieces of glass were stuck around the muscle, but it was tolerable so long as she didn’t try to move too much. The chains around them dragged across the floor, each link striking against each other, alerting anyone nearby to her movement.

Compared to the night before it was extremely quiet. Not that it mattered though, because heavy footsteps were approaching. Through the empty doorway came Megatron, holding a square vat of bright blue liquid. He approached wearily, and Cass noticed that he didn’t seem to be as wobbly as he had been. Whatever had caused him to slow down must’ve stopped bothering him.

“I see you’re healing fast. I apologize for Barricade's harsh extraction. This should help with your healing.” He said as he placed the cube next to her. “Drink.” the way he said it implied that there was no other options.

Cass knew what this liquid was. It was energon. She didn’t want to know how he got so much of it, nor did she want to consume it.

They glared up at him. “You want me to drink this? That’s like asking me to drink gasoline.” they scoffed.

Megatron rolled his eyes. Clearly he hadn't expected to be talked back to. “I know what gasoline is, and that tastes like tar compared to energon.”

She let out a wry laugh. “I don’t think you realize this, but humans can't consume the things you do. Drinking that would kill me.”

“Another human, yes, but not you. Enough arguing, drink.” He pulled something out of a compartment in his arm and tossed it to her.

It was a plastic ladle. She had half a mind to throw it back at him, just to be petty, but quickly realized it probably wouldn’t put her in a good position.

Cass sighed. “Fine, I’ll drink it, you can go now.” she tried to shoo him away.

He crossed his arms and stayed rooted to where he stood. He wouldn’t leave until he saw her drink. With a burdened sigh, she rose the ladle to the energon cube. The liquid was slightly thicker than water and it bubbled without a source. It was warm, and Cass felt drawn to the welcoming feeling. She scooped out a little bit of the energon and raised it to her lips. It was sickeningly sweet and the bubbles danced on her tongue. It was warm, and reminded her of hot chocolate… minus the chocolate taste, of course. It just tasted like a warm and sweet fizzy drink.

As she finished the ladle she wiped away the energon that dribbled down her chin. “There, you can go now.” she coughed.

Megatron grinned and picked up the energon cube, holding it in his offhand. “Now your healing should go faster.”

Cass scoffed. “I don’t know how much you know about humans, but energon isn’t going to heal me. A human doctor can heal me.”

“Ah, a normal human, yes, but not you. You’re different.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he started, taking a sip from the energon cube, “exactly what you think it means.” and he turned away to leave.

She glared daggers into his back as he disappeared into the other room. Maybe he was just saying things to keep her on a hook. Maybe he thought if she wanted answers then she’d be more compelled to keep any escape attempts to a minimum. It wasn’t like she could escape anyway, if she tried she would probably just hurt herself further. The energon turned her insides warm, which was little comfort, but she’d take anything at this point. It was heaven compared to the cold floor or the soreness that resided in her, so she welcomed it desperately.

It had only been, roughly, a day but she already felt homesick. She missed hearing the creaky porch and feeling the woven threads on the old couch, she missed looking at the small collection of books under the TV stand and the dim light of the living room lamp at night. She missed getting tired staring at the tv as it played on a low volume, low enough to where you could just barely make out what it was saying. She missed walking through the dewey grass in the morning as she walked to the barn to greet Bumblebee.

Cass felt her throat begin to close. She hoped someone had found him and he was getting the right treatment, or that maybe he was still okay and the crash hardly affected him. But the last piece of her memories was just watching the front of him crumble and the windows shatter before her head slammed into the steering wheel. There was no way he could have walked that off. But all she could do from where she sat was hope. Hope that maybe they were helping him and trying to look for her.