Transformers Prime: Broken Heart, Broken Voice (#1)

Chapter 8

My eyelids fluttered open, and I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest heaving with the weight of consciousness.

I observed my surroundings, the sterile white room and the familiar, worn chair greeted me once again.

A chill swept through me, matching the cold atmosphere.

Recollections of my encounter with my mother in my dreams haunted me, feeling more like memories than just my imagination.

Her touch crawled on my shoulders, it made me feel as if she was right there with me.

I looked down, and saw the infected wound on my leg throbbed, a blend of black and red.

I gasped. I had lost a lot of blood and I had to make my way out of here, before I die. With all my strength, I miraculously pushed myself up.

Despite the pain, I somehow managed to find the strength to move, and I was determined to escape and get help.

With trembling fingers, I attempted to free myself from the knots around my ankle, but the knot was stubborn and did not comply.

I groaned in frustration. I couldn't even open bottle caps, so why did I think I could even open this?

Exhausted, I leaned back, focusing on steadying my breaths.

I placed my arms strategically behind the chair, so the next people who enter the room will be tricked into thinking I was still tied up.

The door creaked open, jolting me from my thoughts as Silas reappeared, accompanied by his assistant carrying a box with a symbol. It looked similar

Meanwhile, the other figure set down a small, round table, adding to the tension in the room.

My heart raced with apprehension, dreading what their next move might entail.

"It's commendable that you're still breathing, although that may change after our little experiment," Silas greeted with a sinister smirk, his words laden with menace.

As his partner opened the box, revealing blue liquid and syringes, I felt a wave of dread, knowing another terrifying experience was about to begin.

I started squirming. Good thing they didn't remember they untied my hands.

"Ace, do you have it ready?" Silas's gaze shifted to the other guy, whose back was turned, concealing his actions from view.

"Yes sir," he responded, turning to face me, holding up a syringe filled with eerie blue liquid, and Silas left the room.

"Note down her reaction. I have something I need to attend," he instructed Ace. He nodded as Silas left the room.

It didn't take much guessing to know his intentions. He then picked up a sharp knife that was in the box and held it in his hands He walked towards me, the needle poised for injection, and the other hand holding the knife.

I shrunk back, trying to calm myself down. A plan began to form in my mind.

My hands were free. And he didn't know that yet. If I could wait for the right time, I could punch him. He would most likely drop his knife in shock, which will give me the opportunity to grab it and quickly cut the rope and escape. That honestly depends on how hard my punch is.

He walked closer and grabbed my arm, about to inject it into my bloodstream, but not for long. With one swift, my fist flew into his face as hard as it could. My knuckles hurt at the impact, but I didn't care. I heard a very unsatisfying crack as I made impact and I knew I had broken something.

Ace cursed in pain, dropping the knife as he clutched his nose. I broke free from my bonds, the chair falling over, allowing me to reach the knife.

I held the knife tightly, cutting through the ropes around my ankles. It was a painful and difficult process, but I was determined to escape. Finally, I sliced through the last rope and was free.

"Oh no you don't!" Ace's voice thundered, grabbing me tightly, but I instinctively stabbed him in the abdomen with the knife, freeing myself from his grasp.

A gasp escaped Ace's lips as crimson blossomed from the wound, staining his shirt and spilling onto the tiled floor below. The metallic clang of the knife hitting the ground echoed in the room.

Ace staggered, his hands instinctively flying to his stomach as he crumpled to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him. Horror and shock coursed through me as I watched him fall, but there was no time for guilt. I decided to seize this moment of his distraction by trying to escape.

I struggled to stand, my muscles aching and my injured leg giving out under me. But I ignored the pain and kept trying, determined to escape.

I forced myself to move, despite my body's protests, and dragged myself to the door. I grasped the doorknob with shaking hands and pulled myself up, ignoring the intense pain in my leg. I took each step with great effort, driven by my desperation to escape.

I struggled to breathe and limped forward, tears in my eyes. The unfamiliar surroundings seemed overwhelming, but I summoned my strength and navigated the corridors and stairs, determined to escape and put distance between myself and my captor.

Sometimes I'd clutch onto my bad leg for support, then remember the wound and wince painfully. It looked real bad. I really hoped it wasn't too late to fix it. But by the looks of it, it would seem it was.

I slowly and painfully made my way down the stairs, each step a reminder of my ordeal. But with every step, hope grew, and I moved forward, inching closer to freedom.

I approached the door, my heart filled with hope. I pushed it open and felt relief wash over me as I saw the open sky. But my freedom was short-lived, as a loud alarm blared, shattering the calm.

The security pad's flashing lights alerted me to the danger: I had triggered the alarm by exiting without a code, and time was running out.

I stepped out into the bright sunlight, feeling a sense of urgency. The warm sun and fresh air were a welcome change from my cold captivity, filling me with new energy and hope.

A dense forest offered a promising refuge, but a sign warning of military restrictions filled me with unease. I felt alone, vulnerable, and far from safe.

Despite the danger, I felt a surge of determination. I knew that where there were signs and soldiers, there were also people, and that meant hope. I scanned the area, my heart sinking at the sight of armed soldiers, but I refused to give up.

Escape seemed impossible, but I refused to give up. Despite my injured leg and the danger around me, I gathered all my strength and prepared to make a desperate run for it, determined to not let fear control my fate.

With a deep breath to steel myself, I took a tentative step forward, my gaze fixed on the soldiers patrolling the perimeter. Adrenaline surged through my veins, drowning out the pain radiating from my injured leg. I knew I had to move quickly, before they spotted me and closed in.

I formed a plan and looked for a place to hide. I spotted a cluster of bushes near the building and thought they might provide enough cover for me to escape. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing.

I summoned my strength and ran towards the bushes, my heart racing and my leg aching. The soldiers shouted and chased after me, their footsteps closing in.

I dove into the bushes, holding my breath and remaining still, hoping to avoid detection. The soldiers ran past, their shouts fading away, and I felt a moment of relief.

As the adrenaline wore off, I felt a brief sense of relief at having escaped capture. But this quickly gave way to the harsh reality of my situation: I was alone, hurt, and stranded in a dangerous place.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to move forward, despite the excruciating pain in my leg. The forest surrounded me, its peaceful sounds a stark contrast to the danger I had escaped. I pushed on, determined to survive.

I struggled through the forest, each step agonizing, but I kept going, fueled by my need to escape and survive. My mind raced with thoughts of safety, but my body screamed in pain and exhaustion, threatening to give up.

After a painful journey, I stumbled into a clearing and heard the sound of voices and laughter. My heart filled with hope, I realized I had found a group of people who could help me, and rescue was finally within reach.

I collapsed into the underbrush, the world going silent as I lost consciousness. Alone and helpless, my fate hung in the balance as I slipped into darkness.