The Girl With Wings

Chapter 26 ✔️

Last edited: August 14, 2019

Hope

I felt so strange around him.

When he told me to do something, I did it without complaining or talking back. Like my conscience automatically knew he was a force to be reckoned with.. Truth be told, the one eyed Decepticon named Shockwave intimidated me. More than Megatron, even. And that was saying something.

He was typing away silently at the holographic keyboard in front of him. At times he would say a word or two to Knockout when the cherry mech wasn't working on a patient that would often come in, but then he would be silent again.

I was given a small glass cage, similar to the cylinder like one I had been placed in earlier, but this one was a large rectangle and no handle on the outside for transportation. Inside, I was given a small dog bed and nothing else.

Not that I could complain. The dog bed was more than I was given at M.E.C.H. I silently stared at my arms as the minutes turned into hours. Every move hurt. My hands were still their normal color, but my fingernails were slowly turning purple. I gagged, looking away and turning my attention to my wings that were spread.

They seemed normal, for the most part. Instead of their white color, some were tainted light pink from blood on my arms. But most of the feathers were simply a dark grey color, from the lack of washing. My hair was practically matted on the top of my head. Earlier I had tried to run my fingers through it and as a result a giant, unnatural clump came out.

Figuring it was apart of my 'deteriorating' process, I felt it best to leave my hair alone so I wouldn't go bald. Sighing, I leaned my head back against the surprisingly cold glass I sat against. The soft dog bed underneath me gave me some comfort, but my joints were tight and sore.

I just wanted to move around.

"Are you hungry?" I jumped at the sound of Shockwaves voice. Slowly, I turned my head towards the cyclops and shrugged. In all honesty, I didn't feel hungry. It was strange. I knew I should feel hungry, but all I felt was pain.

"Try this." Shockwave opened the small door to my glass box and stuck a tiny glowing block down in front of me. I raised an eyebrow and forced myself to stand and walk over to it. It seemed to be humming with energy.

"What is this? 'Cause I don't think I can drink it." I pointed a finger at the cube. Knockout turned to me, looking me up and down before turning towards Shockwave.

"If her CNA genes are not activated yet, she may not survive drinking energon."

"Your statement is Logical. But this is a test. I wish to see results." I gulped at his statement and stared at the 'energon'.

"I would rather not drink this, or however I'm supposed to eat this, if it'll kill me." I said, crossing my arms. I winced instantly regretting my sudden move and placed my arms straight down next to my sides.

"It is not a request. You should be able to drink it. You are part Cybertronian, after all. If you start to offline, then I will take care of it." he seemed so sure of himself, but I still felt doubt. Biting my lip, I cocked my head to one side and sighed before picking up the cube.

"So... how-"

"Drink it." Knockout rolled his eyes, as if he was stating the obvious. Throwing him a glare, I hesitantly placed the cube to my lips before feeling the liquid enter my mouth.

Bad mistake.

I gagged and shook my head, looking towards Shockwave in desperate need of permission to spit it out. He simply shook his head. A way to tell me to finish it. So, I quickly swallowed the liquid. It burnt in the back of my throat, and had a metallic taste to it.