The Girl With Wings

Chapter 5 ✔️

Last Edited: May 31, 2019

Knockout

The fleshy stumbled out of the car that just pulled up at this 'orphanage', as humans call it. What luck I had, getting the amazing opportunity of capturing the fleshy. But, oh well. The human wouldn't be missed by her carrier's anyway.

The man muttered something under his breath before stumbling forward, obviously what the humans called drunk. I grimaced. Fleshies had strange ways of engulfing themselves in nasty pleasures. The smell of the drink always burned my sensors.

I glanced towards the building. All of the lights were out. This would be easy. Simply turn on my holoform, grab the femme while she slept, and deliver her to Megatron. If she screamed, the mech living with her wouldn't even notice because of the amount of alcohol he'd consumed.

A door slammed as the mech walks inside. Seconds later I heard screams. Sighing, I turned on my holoform. Lord Megatron would peel my paint if the femme was harmed, even if not by me.

So as fast as I could, I ran towards the buildings' entrance as another scream filled the air.

Hope

A loud slam woke me up from my sleep. A glance at the clock revealed that it was nearly midnight. I groaned while rubbing my eyes. Great. Macen's home. Probably drunk from a party. I tensed at the sound of his stomping and hugged the covers closer to my chest. The thundering noise traveled all the way from downstairs, then up the stairwell and towards my bedroom.

My door handle rattled. "Where are you!?" Macen slurred. He shook the locked door handle a few more times before giving up. I sighed in the silence, relaxing against my mattress.

Then suddenly, my door crashed open, flying off of the hinges and making me scream.

"There you are." he growled.

"What do you want?" There was a sinister look in his eyes as he stepped forward, over the broken door and closer towards my bed.

"You think you're so much better than me." he slurred, "Well, you're not. You are nothing more than a pathetic little girl, Hopeless. I'll break that spirit of yours."

He stepped closer, shaking his head as sweat trickled down his temple, muttering, "I'll break you" over and over again. He stumbled and caught himself against the wall, his sinister glare still locked with my eyes.

"Come here."

"N-no...."

"COME HERE!" He pushed off the wall and reached out towards me, motioning me over. When I didn't answer, he dove for me. I tried to dodge but was too slow. He slammed me against my bed. Everything bounced, and the covers were thrown off of my body as he struggled to keep me pinned down.

"Let me go! Macen!" I yelled. One of his hands touched my face gently, while the other yanked at the hem of my shirt.

He raised my shirt over my stomach. "I'll break you..." he grumbled. Realization hit me then, and panic welled in my throat. A scream started to build, but I just froze in complete horror of what Macen was about to do.