Predacon Outcast

Chapter 13.

The 2 connies had put me in a ship and were taking me somewhere, I still couldn't move. They put something on my wrists and my wings that kept me from flying away and I was trying to get them off, but I couldn't. They were really strong whatever they were. I was laying on the floor of the ship while still trying to get free. The connies were laughing at me.

"Aww, the little beast can't break her restraints? So sad..." one of them said.

I sniffled with tears in my eyes, "Why did you do this to me..?"

"Because you attacked Lord Megatron."

"He deserved it!"

"Just like how a pet deserves to be disciplined for misbehaving..."

My ears drooped.

"P-Pet..? I am NOT a pet!!" I yelled.

"Riiiight, and we're not Decepticons. Now shut it, we're here."

Here? What's "HERE"? The doors of the ship opened and I was immediately terrified. There was a big building just ahead of us, and I heard screams and walls of pain coming from inside. The 2 connies grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the ship, I thrashed but they were much stronger than me. They dragged me towards the building, 2 doors opened into a big room where even more cons were. But not only cons, there were hurt Autobots too...

The cons were hitting the Autobots, hurting them more as they yelled out in pain. Tears ran down my face as I wanted to help them, but I couldn't as the connies took me past. The Autobots stared at me as we walked past, the cons started taking me down a hallway. I sniffled and lowered my head as my oily tears started hitting the floor, then one of the connies grabbed my head and made me look up.

"Eyes forward, beast."

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Springlock looked forward and was only scared by what she saw. It was a cell area, alone similar to the one that Nex held her captive in. But instead of laser bars that would electrocute her, these were metal. Meaning they could be shattered. The 2 Decepticons lead her towards a cell currently preoccupied with multiple Autobots. They deactivated the cell bars, removed her restraints and shoved her in. The Predacon yelped and fell on the floor of the cell, looking back at the Decepticons who had then reactivated the cell bars.

"Enjoy your stay, little beast..." One of them cackled.

"No! Please don't do this!"

She got to her pedes and ran at the bars, grabbing onto them and looking out towards them as they were now walking away. The Autobots in the cell and the ones around stared at the sparkling as she started biting on the bars, trying to escape once more. One Autobot, a black and blue mech, gathered his courage and approached the frightened Predacon, who was now trying to claw at the bars.

"Hey, kid..?" He asks.

Her ears perked and she looked over her shoulder at the Autobot, tears still running down her face. She then noticed the Autobot symbol upon his chest, a small smile appeared on her faceplates as she spun around and hugged his leg. The Autobot was stunned by the sparklings action at first, but he knelt down and hugged her as she started crying. She kept crying and the Autobot was comforting her as best as he could.

"It's okay, it's okay..." he said.

Springlock looked up at him with her large blue optics, looking rather adorable.

"You're...all Autobots..?" She asked.

"Yup, every single one of us locked up here. But we never thought Megatron would put a sparkling in here..." another Autobot in another cell said.

"I attacked Megatron, I scratched at his stupid face."

The Autobots in the vicinity all turned her direction.

"You did?? Nice one, kid!" Another Autobot said.

The young Predacon smiled a bit.

"So what's your name, kid?" The black and blue mech asked.

She wiped her tears and sniffled.

"I'm Springlock, I'm a Predacon. And I'm gonna live in the wild with other Predacons!"

The Autobots all went silent when she said that, all of them glancing in between each other. This baffled the young Predacon. Whenever she mentioned the Predacons, everyone would go quiet and look at each other with a worried or stunned expression.

"Why does everyone look at each other weird  whenever I say I'm a Predacon?" She questions, crossing her arms.

"Uh...should we tell her?" An Autobot asked.

But one of the inmates punched that Autobot in the arm, HARD. They then shook their helm with a pissed off look. Little Springlock was only confused.

"Tell me what..?" She asked.

"Tell you that...Predacons are really, REALLY hard to come by these days." The black and blue mech said nervously.

He wasn't necessarily wrong, Predacons WERE indeed hard to come by. But none of them had the spark to tell her that she was the only one left. She was already in a prison cell and surrounded by strangers, they couldn't bear to tell her that her species had gone extinct eons ago in the Great Cataclysm. Fortunately, the young sparkling seemed to believe him.

"Oh, that's exactly what Zeta and Optimus said-"

Springlock gasped loudly.

"Oh my gosh, ZETA!! I almost forgot! Where is Kaon prison?" She asked.

"Uh...we're IN Kaon Prison." An Autobot said.

She appeared embarrassed.

"Oh...hehe, I didn't know...Anyways, Zeta is here!"

The Autobots were stunned.

"How do you know that?" The black and blue mech asks.

"I heard the connies talking as I was escaping Megatron, he's here somewhere!" She exclaimed.

"But how did he get here?" Another bot questioned.

"They had to have taken him like they took me! Zeta had me with him in the vault in the Autobot City, but Megatron and his connies broke in and defeated him. I tried to help Zeta, but he grabbed me and took me to a 'dropship'. Then he tried telling me the Autobots were the bad guys, I didn't believe him and tried to run."

One Autobot sighed, "He tried to manipulate you, but you were smart enough to not believe him."

Springlock smiled.

"We gotta help Zeta, how do we get out of here?" She asks.

"We can't. Those bars won't break for anything, we've tried."

"What about the vents?"

"There are none."

Springlocks ears drooped, looking down.

"So we're stuck..."

"For now, yes."

But little did they all know that Optimus and Elita were formulating a plan...

Sorry this one's short, I overslept this morning. Yes, I write almost 2000 words in 2 hours every day, it's my therapy