Story of a lier

New beginings

I woke with a start. The new morning promised a chance of finding a new adoptive family. I ran away from the last for scaring me. My neck was still bleeding out the strange liquid cybertronians called energon or something like that.

I was never aware of my surroundings. There was nothing to see, especially since I was blind. I trotted along, deciding it was time to give my new bot form a try. I knelt down on all fours and transformed to a twoleg looking thing on one knee.

I stood up and walked on. My instincts saved me one, they will save me again, I thought hopeful. The truth was, I was sure the 'Cons had Deadlock looking for me somewhere. I was so sure that they hated me for exploring a bit to early. I never want to back to that place ever again!

The torture. The whispers. The betrayal. It was a horrible experience. Mainly for the fact that I was sensitive about what others say about me. I heard the faint and high pitched humming of the symbols on my thin edge swords.

They told me where to go. They spoke, I followed. When others heard whistles, I heard whispers. But the whispers were quiet. I heard talking. It sounded like gibberish, until I realized it was Japanese.

"Honkidesu ka," the voice spoke.

"English please," a more ragged voice said.

"Are you sure, this energy signature came from here?" the first voice spoke again.

"Of course I'm sure! Listen Drift, trust in what I say," the ragged voice called.

Drift, I wondered, An odd name for a warrior. I thought about exposing myself and asking if I could help, but then, I would be showing them my weak points. I just listened instead.

"Crosshairs, nothing is here," Drift said sarcastically. A sigh rippled the air as I felt with my heart that they were not Decepticons. I was programmed to think they were the enemies, but Drift sounded so calm. 'Cons were usually threatening each other.

"Hey!" one of the mechs called, "What are you doing here? And who are you?"

"Slag," I said, "Um, running away?"

"Who are you?" Drift asked.

"My name?" I had no clue, "My name is, Skyclaw."