My Life Sucks

True Colors

Dakota's P.O.V

' Shut up, shut up, shut the frag up, leave me alone, let me die, please, curse you Primus, I blame you, leaving me here to listen to this.....this annoying child.....can I kill her? '

I thought as I walked down the hall with the constantly talking Sari and Soundwave. I rolled my eyes exasperated, does she ever shut up?

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Really I'm eight."

"Cool." Doesn't lessen my urge to kill you kid.

"Where you come from?"

"Chicago."

"Awesome, why are you in Detroit?"

"I don't know." That was true I really didn't know why.

"Where's your family?"

  I tensed, and glared at her briefly, I didn't contain my anger one bit this time. "None of you're business, kid." My voice was filled with annoyance, hatred, and anger. She took a step away from me, staring at me fearfully, as I sneered, staring at what was in front of me.

"Sorry."

  Huh, wow, she actually finally noticed I was annoyed, I glanced down at Lucas, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "Whatever." I whispered, walking into my room, slamming it shut behind me, Lucas whimpered. I looked down at him and sighed, and crouched down scratching his ear, resting my forehead against his head. "I want to go home..."

  I sat on the floor, staring at my reflection in a mirror across the room, for being animated I don't look bad, I actually looked normal, I'm glad to look normal, I do not want to look like Sari, at all. Suddenly my door began to open and I stood up clenching my fists. "Whoever that is leave me alone before you get hurt."

  The door opened even more, revealing the person that dared come into my room. I growled, scowling. "What do you want." I asked, holding nothing back, voice dark, it would send a kid crying to it's mommy if one was around.

Lucas hid under the bed, tucking his white puffy tail in so he was out of sight, and probably out of danger.

The person stood his ground. "Compliment: hostility admired."

I was taken back the comment, I mean, what do I say when I get complimented on by a Decepticon, my favorite one in fact, he might not of been in a form I liked, but it was still my favorite Transformer. "Uh...."

"Observation: not one to like being around others."

"That obvious?" Well I stand corrected not all of them are stupid.

"Yes, hardly."

"Ah." This is awkward, yet kinda awesome, but awkward, I'm speaking to my favorite Transformer, but the generation I was in was kinda destroying the moment.

"Question."

"Shoot." I tensed, rethinking my choice of words. "Not literally though."

"You know of Decepticons, correct?"

I nodded. "Of course."

"Is it an insult to say you act like one?"
"No." To me its a compliment, a compliment I'm proud to hear.

"Strange."

"I know, I take it as a compliment."

"You're not ashamed?"

I scoffed. "Hell no."

"What is 'hell' ?"

"The Pit." He nodded, stepping into the room more, til the bed was the only thing between us.

"Can you do me a favor, Soundwave?"
"Depends."

"Could you possibly kill me?"

"Negative." He said almost immediately, which kinda surprised me. But damn.

I gave him a frank look."You're no help."

"Glad to be in assistance."

I face-palmed, hearing Soundwave be sarcastic was just plan out weird.

"What are you doing in here, anyway?"

"Ordered to check on you."

I nodded slowly. "Oh, well I'm fine, and I kinda want time to myself." So I can find a way to kill myself. "So can you leave." Then reluctantly I added. "Please?"

He nodded and left.

I followed and closed the door behind him, I turned so I had my back to it, sighing I slid down.

I just had a conversation with Soundwave.

And strangely I felt.....fangirly. I felt tingly.

Lucas peeked his head out from under the bed and stared at me, I looked at him and smiled.

Dillon would of loved that.

  On the other side of the door Soundwave stood, staring at the wall. What was that sensation he was feeling in his circuits?

He walked off, down the hall, like nothing happened.