My Decepticon |Transformers|

Family

A very long time ago a war had begun on a distant planet named Cybertron. A war between Autobots and Decepticons. With the Autobots nearly wiped out, they fled to a planet named Earth and together they battled the Decepticons. 

But they lost. 

The Autobots and humans lost to the Decepticons. And Earth was enslaved. Humans are now considered 'pets' to the Decepticons. No one has seen nor heard for the Autobots in years, all who side with them are killed, and all who defy the Decepticons are taken away forever. 

My name is Kaydi Jones, my life will never be the same again. Why you may ask? 

Because I have Autobots to protect. Who knew, I'd also have a very special Decepticon to protect too.

"Hey, Kaydi!" My mother shouts from the kitchen as I'm putting my brown boots on. I hop on one foot trying to quickly pull one on, my other foot baring just a white sock. 

"Yeah, mom?!" I shout back after a few seconds of trying to gain my balance. I look up and see my mother come around the corner, her long brown hair reaching just below her mid-back and her eyes a shimmering emerald green color. 

"Be careful out there, okay?" She walks over just as I pull on my final boot and envelopes me in a tight hug. With a sigh I pull away, my similar long brown hair falling in my face slightly.

"You say that every day, mom," I mumble, but she gently lifts my chin, her hands cupping my face as she stares into my soft baby blue eyes. 

"You're eyes look so much like your fathers..." She mutters quietly to herself, a wave of sadness filling the room. Noticing her mistake, she pulls away awkwardly. "Just...be careful, alright?" I nod once again before grabbing my bag and running out the door. 

Our house isn't big, but it's nice. We live in the country, fields in every direction around our house. There's a large barn nearby too, my dad used to spend a lot of time in there before and after the war ended. I was never sure of what he did in there, mother never let me go in. She always said I was too young to understand. 

A car horn going off brings my attention back, a nice car is parked nearby the street. It's a white and black Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4. The familiar Decepticon symbol carved into the right door sends chills down my spine for a moment. 

Just as I grow near, a human form fizzes into view. It's a male, he has white hair that covers part of his blood-red eyes. As I walk up to him he looks over at me, those blood eyes staring straight at me. I glance away awkwardly, the boy is wearing a mostly black and white outfit, but it actually looks good on him. 

Wait- Cut that, Decepticons don't look good in anything. 

"You gonna get in or not?" I look over at him, my face hiding behind my hair slightly. 

"Uh. Yeah." I mutter as he opens the passenger door for me and I climb in. His human form gets in the driver's seat, even though it isn't needed. I glance at him every few seconds, the car starting and the scenery moving by slowly at first only to speed up. 

"What?" He looks over at me, a glare in his eyes. I look away again, my eyes staring down at my lap. 

"Nothing..." He scoffs, clearly annoyed, and looks back to the road. 

"You human femmes are annoying," My fists close tightly in my lap, my body tensing slightly in anger. 

"That's what happens when you make us into slaves," I mutter quietly, not expecting him to hear me. But he does, just my luck. 

The car stops abruptly, my body being jerked forward before slamming back against the seat. "What was that?" I keep my eyes down at my lap, full well knowing the Decepticon next to me is glaring evilly at me. When I don't respond the seatbelt tightens to the point where I can barely breathe. "Say. That. Again."