A painful groan echoes through the base. Optimus staggers to his feet, transforming as metal clashes against metal. Red and blue mix together and I wobble back. The robot crashes to the ground on his knees, a drop of green liquid dripping from his left shoulder. Another green robot runs up to him, grabbing onto his arms and trying to lift him to his feet. He falls again.
"Optimus! What happened?!" He shouts.
"Protect the girl... ((ujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujhujh)) This is the result of my kitty cat who refuses to be away from me))
"Protect the girl... the decepticons," he coughs.
"There, there Optimus. Calm down." The green one leads the larger one to another room with a large screen.
The one called, Ratchet, the green one, calls out to the military. Men half dressed in their uniforms rush out of the rooms around the large room. One of them asks what happened, while a few more latch onto my arms, screaming what i did. My friend, the nice one from last night, shoves them all away from me. He leads me out of the room and into another hallway. But he also doesn't look happy.
"What did you do?" He whispers in my ear, shutting the door we just walked out of.
"The voices told me to do it! is he going to die?" I mumble, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He shakes his head, no.
"What?! You failed!" Bud #1 howls in my head.
"Leave me alone!" I cry out, covering my ears with my hands. "I tried!"
"What? Who are you talking to?" the man beside of me tries to drag my hands away from me.
"They won't stop!" I choke on a sob, tears streaming down my cheeks. "They won't stop!"
My knees fall limp under me, and I drop to the ground. Curling into a ball, I hold onto myself, rocking back and forth. I scream at the man to make them go away. The voice continues to pester me. He tells me I failed, and that I will never live in peace. I'm only 14, this isn't fair!
The soldier wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him.
"Shh, we'll find a way to fix this," he states.
I pull at my hair, and large lumps of it come out. I scream at it, tears falling down my face. Throwing it to the ground, I curl up into a ball and shove away the man. He stays by my side, holding onto my shoulders and whispering calming words in my ear. Someone else comes in the room, I feel the footsteps vibrating in front of me and to my side. Something is stuck in my arm.
Next thing I know, I'm lying in my bed with my covers wrapped on me. My head sinks into the pillow, and the smell of lavender fills my nose.
Rolling to my left side...
"Good morning,"
"It's too early for this. Go away." I bicker, shutting my eyes and pulling the blankets closer to my chin.
"You think I'm going to let you off so easily?" Bud 1 responds.
"Don't you have someone else to bother?"
"Now why would I want to do that?"
"Because I said so, big dummy."
I fall back asleep.
My legs are damp, sliding against each other in the heat. I throw my blanket off of them and turn to the side, holding myself up with my elbow. My hair flows over my eye and drool drips out of my lips. I wipe at it, glancing outside to see the sun setting. I blink, staring at the blurry image of the clock across the room.
8.35
"How did you sleep?"
I roll my eyes and plop my face back onto the pillow, letting sleep overcome me once more.
"Do something with her! She can't continue on like this in my base!"
"Sir, she's just a child."
A muffled sigh echoes from behind the door. I sit up once more, my bed dry this time. The voices continue as if I can't hear a thing they are saying. One of them sounds like the guy who brought me to my room earlier.
"I can hear all of you! Now shut up before I rip out your vocal box!" I scream out the door, groaning as I fall back onto the bed, kicking off the blankets and letting them fall on the floor.
I notice hair on my pillow. I pick it up and sigh, running a hand through what is left on my scalp.
The door opens with a whoosh. Two men walk in.
"Come with us, someone wants to speak with you." the bald one announces, narrowing his eyes.
"Why didn't he just come get me himself?" I growl.
"Considering he is injured, I would think that isn't possible." The one with brown hair says in return, no smile or any emotion appearing on his face.
The next thing I know, I am being pulled through the long hallways through the base, a hand holding mine. I roll my eyes, trying to pull my hand away but his grip only gets tighter.
"The least you could do is tell me your name."
"Lennox. Will Lennox." He informs me but says nothing else.
He and I make it to the hangar I was in previously, and he opens the door for me. I keep my head to the ground as he leads me up the stairs. He half carries me as I almost trip. A firm hand makes me stop in my tracks, and the presence of many others rests on my back. I finally look up.
Blue orbs stare at me, and I blink in surprise. He takes a step back, a grim look plastered on his face.
Optimus. The one I shot.
The green one walks up to me as well, his eyes narrowed. Optimus puts a hand in front of him right as he opens his mouth. "Ratchet," he says.
"I have been informed by your medical professions that you discourse with people in your mind. Is this correct?" Optimus asks, and I glance around the room in awe, before nodding.
"Do they have a name?"
I twist the roots of my hair, forming it into a knot and pulling on it. My heart beats quicker.
"Well, no. Not really anyway... I mean I gave them a name, but..." I trail off.
"Them?"
"They."
"Is there more than one voice?" Optimus continues.]
"Three, I think."
The robots look at each other.
"Have they named themselves anything?"
"Leader of the Decepticons." Bud 1 whispers in my mind.
"Leader of the Decepticons?" I pronounce, rubbing the back of my neck and patting it with my pointer finger.
Ratchet is asked to scan me, and as he does, a tingling feeling envelops me. The green laser runs over my body like water. I shiver. Once it is done, I shoot a glare at him.
"Don't make me name you Bud number 4!"
"Optimus, she has a tumor in her skull. It's sitting on the right side of her brain."
"I could have told you that!" I pout, stomping my foot.
"Optimus, that is not a normal tumor. That is a Decepticon tracking device."
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Wanted (Transformers fanfiction)
Fanfic..:Darkness doesn't always follow the normal..: Zoe isn't who you'd expect of a 14-year-old girl. At the age of 13, she was introduced to a mental asylum, where she is being cared for. She has schizophrenia... or does she really? There are voices...
