Unforeseen

Chapter 16

I do not own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 16

It felt as if my brain and body had become disconnected. My brain yelled to run, but my body refused to move. I was helpless as that clawed hand took hold of me. Its fingers were hot and they pressed painfully against my damaged ribcage. I squeak painfully.

What was going to happen to me? That vile grin, menacing expression and tightening grasp just did not hold any hope of a happy ending.

Oh why didn't I listen, I would have hit myself had my arms not been pinned to my sides.

"How pathetic," the robotic thing said, "You organics do not deserve existence."

I whimpered helplessly.

"Tell me w–" a startled click came from the robot. His grasp loosened from distraction, but it quickly tightened harder than ever before. I cried in agony.

There was a clattering noise followed by a sharp BAM. I was deafened by the screeching sound of metal ripping across metal. I don't know what hit what, but I had scarcely moved.

The robot's grip released and I fell.

As quickly as I yelped my feet collided with something hard. I crumbled, my ribs hollering in rage. Breath came in wheezing pants, each as painful as the last.

How far had I fallen? I could not tell, but my legs felt fine and whatever I was on was warm and concave. It couldn't have been the ground.

Choking for air I picked my head up enough to dimly make out something long, jointed and silver being thrown. There was a crash and a cry of painful surprise.

I froze in horror. Had that been an arm? My stomach churned and bile rose into my mouth. Where there two of them? Two robot things? Two evil mechanical things? The mere thought nearly had me vomiting. I wasn't sure how I had suppressed it.

Slowly, hesitantly, I turned my gaze downward. I was in a hand. A giant black hand. I gulped. This captor might not be crushing me, but he had ripped that other things arm off.

Shakily I followed the onyx arm up to the shoulder. Even through the darkness of night I could see the chips in the paint, revealing the steely underbody and silvery parts that arched across his onyx chest like plate armor. As my vision trailed further up I happened upon a pair of glowing blue lights.

Eyes? It looked down upon me. Definitely eyes. Eerie eyes. Framed within a face of darkness they appeared almost disembodied. I shivered.

The blue eyed robot's attention snapped away from me.

"Slagging Autobot." It sounded like the jet thing was somewhere behind me.

A sudden jerk put me on my back. There was another array of clattering, followed by an excruciatingly loud explosion. My hands flew to my ears, but it was too late. They already rang painfully.

It sounded as if a cannon had gone off feet from me!

My vision turned black as the giants other hand covered me. What's going on? What's going to happen to me? My breath quickened. My heart pounded. I could feel a migraine coming on. Why are these things fighting over me?

I felt like an injured mouse caught between two starving feral cats.

Dimly, as if through a tunnel, I heard an explosion. If I retained my hearing after this I would be surprised. I'd be even more astonished if I survived the night!