Loki, me, and Transformers!

A lotta voices

..5 months later...

I felt like a zombie on autopilot.

My energy had been drained long ago and I felt unusually tired. Maybe it was because of all the difficult training the Dark Elves put me through and how nicely they threatened to have me be eaten alive by some horrid creatures known to their species. I didn't feel so bubbly. The Dark Elves used me as bait to lure out their selective targets. The amusing comments in my mind withered away.

The problem about having terrible eye sight is not able to see words clearly.

A pain in the rear end I'll tell you!

The surprise part came around when I realized; 1, the Dark Elves ditched their ship; 2, they left me behind. I had really gone into auto-pilot letting some other part of my conscious take control. There are moving large figures in the almost dark room except they are not human sized. I miss my glasses. Five months among the Dark Elves had been emotionally draining. I only cried 5 times-most of which were in private-for various reasons that involve my backpack getting destroyed and along with it my mp3.

"This human may be useful, my master," I hear a young voice.

It has been so long I can't recognize a flipping voice.

That is terrible.

I lazily look around glancing to seeing some pairs of red dots above me.

"I vouch for this human to be tossed into space and let to die," Another voice a little older than the younger voice chips in.

I just don't feel really happy.

In fact I feel; depressed.

Sad, empty, and very drained. I didn't have the mask of happiness to shroud it because there isn't a computer around to be a logical reason for why I am happy in the middle of a slagging sad time for me. My shoulders are sulked down and my head lowers down. I feel an lonely aching feeling from within. I feel vulnerable.

"Hmmm..." Came a much deeper voice. "Why would some elf eared humans leave behind one of their own that lacks sharp ears?" I had a sad sigh sitting on what-the-hell-I am on. "They would not just depart so quickly after our threat; not leave one of their own behind."

I feel mad.

REALLY,REALLY,REALLY MAD.

Uh oh, run for your lives, the rhino has been infuriated!

"I am not a Dark Elf!" I shout so clearly and anger.

Their faces are really a mess of blur to me, sadly.

"Is that what they call themselves?" Came the much deeper voice.

"Dark Elves, yes," I said.

"...Then what are you?" Came the younger voice.

I became quiet.

"Human, you have been questioned," The much deeper voice said, with a growl.

"And I reject thee question," I said, trembling.

"Maybe this will do," The young voice said.

I saw a large metal square shape part hurling towards me so I held my hands out in self defense sending out a gust of ice on. Next I hear very large feet stumbling back and the sound of a arm being waved both ways. The four pairs of red balls dart down towards me quickly.

"The human has turned colors," The third voice said.

"What are you?" The deeper voice, beside the third towering figure to the right, asks.

"Last time I said; I landed in a world of hell," I said.

"My arm is freezing, master!" Came the young voice.

"Go ahead," I said. "Try killing me. See what you can do." I stood up with my arms straighten out. "I dare you."

"I do not accept challenges from the likes of flesh," The deep voice said.

"The likes of flesh is flesh and cannot speak," I said. "I have a skeleton and a brain, Mr deep voice guy."

"You do not speak to authority with that tone of voice, child," The deep voice said.

"I am 19 years old," I said. "And you are not my authority figure."

The lights power on.

SCRAP,SCRAP,SCRAP, SCRAP DID I REALLY JUST SAY THAT TO HIM?

OH SCRAP.

OH MAJOR SCRAP.

I JUST TOLD THAT TO MEGATRON.