Transformers Revenge of The Fallen: Descendant's Fortune

Chapter 3.

KIARIA...

"Can you tell me what's wrong, sweetie?" A female voice questioned. "You can tell me anything, I won't hurt you."
I only stared at the metal table, my feet and hands were cuffed down. I felt no urge to move, be it whatever they poked me with was still throbbing in my back shoulder and I felt tired from it's contents.
"Honey. We can't help you if you don't speak up." She said again.

"Where is your home? Where are your family? You do have a family, right?"

I refused to answer. I wouldn't answer her or anyone else they've tried to bring in. I don't know where I am, or how I got here, and I wanted to go back to my theater. Unfortunately, it was destroyed and I can't ever go back. They won't let me, I've been caught now. The worst has happened.
I slowly looked past the woman and gave the mirrored window a spiteful and nasty gaze. I made sure to threaten the occasional cameras as well.
I could see the woman's back, her blonde hair in a tight bun, and her camouflage suit was pressed firmly against her body. I never saw her face. I refuse to see this one's face.
Looks just like her.
I realized she had then followed my gaze and I looked back at the table when she did. The only eye contact I wanted was to scare those watching from the outside.
"Sweetie, I know this is uncomfortable for you. We get it. You're frightened, lost, alone, in bit of some shock maybe. We just don't understand how you attacked another person and wasn't scared of the other...things you've seen."
She was referring to the one who called himself Optimus and his friends. I wanted to see him again, all of them. I don't know why. Something about them not being human made me feel safe. Something about how understanding and sensitive Optimus was to me. He felt safe. He made me feel safe. He made me feel...happy.
"Alright, we'll take a break." The woman said, cutting off my thoughts of my giant savior. "I'll be back in thirty minutes."
With that she walked out of the room.

OPTIMUS...

Within the Autobot base hangar, Optimus and his comrades watched the provided screens with full focus. He could see Kiaria on the cameras and hated how she looked. Unnaturally thinner than most humans, disoriented, and tied down like a savage animal. This was no way to treat a young human child, but given the circumstances of her condition and recent actions, there was nothing he could do about it. She was in the human's custody and they seemed to be getting nowhere.
Optimus had more progress with her than anyone, as to why or how, he didn't know that answer. The child has been sitting there for two hours and hasn't budged, nor spoke since she had awakened. Avoiding all eye contact and occasionally giving threatening expressions to the interviewers backs, the mirrored window, and the cameras.

"Poor kid." Lennox chimed, he sat on the balcony provided next to the bots. "Only eight years old and she's been reduced to being treated like a savage animal."

Optimus noted that Lennox shared the same feelings. The child was indeed very young and unpredictable, but she didn't deserve any of this. Optimus glanced to observe how Lennox was physically doing, besides the small bruising around his neck. The human medics said she didn't cause any internal damage, thankfully, but he needed to take it easy and stay away from Kiaria. Because she really could have killed him if she wanted to.
"She's probably sick in the head or something. Crazy little kid. Shameful, really." A fellow soldier, standing next to the Major, had stated.
Optimus turned to the human soldier, rather annoyed and spoke, "Please do not speak of her that way. You have not seen what she is capable of."
"What? Her raging aggression? Capable of murder?" The soldier scoffed.
"No," Optimus said seriously. "Compassion. Guilt. Shame. Empathy."
"That kid? Fat chance. She just some sick and psycho little bitch."
"Soldier!" Lennox half shouted. "Enough! You have no right to speak such things. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir." The soldier grumbled.
"Good. Because Optimus is right, I've seen what he's seen. He spoke to her after we tried to pry her off me. She listened to him, granted I couldn't breathe, I did witness the emotions on her face. She was conflicted, lost, scared, hurt, angry, but I still could see the empathy she's capable of. It's deep down somewhere, we just need to find it. She deserves better."
"Agreed" was all Optimus said.
"Ah. Little punk is a tough one. I told you so." Joked Ironhide. "I could feel it from her."
"Granted, Ironhide, she could be a danger to the other humans, or herself even." Ratchet explained. "Since we've arrived and formed N.E.S.T, I've studied human physical and psychological practice with our allies. According to the medical officers here, she's traumatized and malnourished and not just by recent events. They've also shown me the markings on her body, saying they were some kind of negligence and abuse to her lower abdomen. Whatever happened was serious enough, and constant, to cause blind rage and panic. Her fight or flight response was on pure trauma and has become a survival instinct. This child may not grow up normally ever again."
"What are you implying, Ratchet?" Lennox spoke up, giving a worried look.