Nights of terror - Sideswipe & Sunstreaker

01 //Psychopaths//

Pain.

That's the first word that comes to my mind when I see people walking down the street. I've always known, even as a little girl, that feeling the urge to hurt others isn't normal. Why would someone try to cause them pain, or worse, death and yet, it satisfied me. To see life fade away from their eyes right in front of me when I slid their throats or cut them open life pigs in a slaughter house. For so far, they've stayed fantasy's. Lively fantasy's I wanted to make reality. Despite the fact, I had never killed anyone, people have always known, something was off about me. 'She's a devil,' we're the exact words my grandmother had used when she saw me walking in as five year old girl, with a dead bird pressed to my chest. I had smiled ruefully and told her how the bird had died.

There wasn't much I felt. Except that never fading anger. As if my soul has been poisoned by darkness. I didn't feel fear and I wasn't afraid of people or things. There was only one person in the world I feared, and that was my father. The man that had used me as a punch bag for as long as I can remember. Strange really how the brain works. It shuts down everything when experiencing extreme pain or fear.

The bus stopped and I got up. The woman sitting in the seat on the other side with her kid tightly grabbed her child as I turned my gaze. People sensed it. Deep down, their instincts told them that my thoughts and intentions weren't noble. I left the bus and stared at the large building. The six story building towered above most of the surrounding housing and was surrounding by a poor fence. Two guards slowly paced back and forth the entrance. I don't think they would ever expect someone to show up that gate. I could see it by the look on their faces. Boredom.

I let my eyes slid further over the landscape. This part of the city is new to me. In fact, Washington DC was completely new to me, despite living here for two months now.

I walked up to the gate and slowly reached for my pocket, showing the soldier my ID before he was able to ask for it. 'I'm here for my first day.' I smiled and softened my gaze. The soldier nodded and gestured for me to follow. 'Welcome to N.E.S.T.' His voice was annoyingly cheerful at the point of cutting out his tongue popped up in my head. The army isn't supposed to be fun. It's a place where death is lurking around the corner the entire time.

'If you follow the hallway, you will end up at the service desk, they will tell you where to go.' He held the door open. 'Thank you...' I forced the words over my lips before walking in. The inside was cold and empty. Endless grey walls and light grey Terrazzo flooring.

Exactly as the man had said, I reached the service desk. A woman sat behind the desk, picking on her colored nail. She wore a N.E.S.T shirt and black trousers. Her curly brown hair in a tight knot, but some stubborn strands were sticking out. I guessed her age around the early thirties. She looked up and smiled. 'Good morning. How can I help.' I rested my hands on the desk. 'It's my first day...' I spoke in a mild tone.

'Right, you need to know where to go.' She slid off the desk chair and walked around the front desk. 'I am Sabrina, if you ever need something, you can come to me. Unfortunately, I can't give you your weapons. There's another service desk on the second floor in the E wing, where you can find everything for your weapons.' She stood horrible close. Her arm was touching mine. I looked at it for a moment. She was touching me. I could feel her body heat.

I stepped away. 'If you follow this hallway, you will end up eventually in the main hanger. It's the center point of the base. There are signs leading to every wing. I also have some paperwork, what is your name?' She walked up to a drawer behind the desk. 'Kyla Smith,' was all I said. She searched through some files before she pulled out a folder. 'This is everything you need to know and also consists some forms need to fill in and hand to me by the end of the day.' I took it from her.

Hurt her...

It was the voice in my head again. I took a deep breath and suppressed the feeling. 'Thank you.' Faking has always been one of things I am good at. Sabrina nodded and hopped back on the chair. I stared at her and she started to become a little uneasy. She kept smiling the entire time but I saw it the way she was tapping on the desk. 'Something else I can help you with? Any questions?'

There it was. Her voice pitched up just a little bit and she tried to keep eye contact but broke it after she finished her sentence. She's afraid. 'No, thank you very much for your help. Have a wonderful day.' The muscles around her shoulders relaxed and there was a brief sigh that indicated relief. 'You too.' I walked off.

Just like she had told me, the hallway led to a large central hanger,— filled with soldiers, cars and Autobots. Lennox had told me about them during my job interview last week. I halted and studied the people. Talking cheerfully, as if working for an army is something joyful. I huffed. Disgusting to see them so happy and cheerful.

The Autobots were a bit more on the quiet side. I wasn't sure why they weren't sharing that same joy. The humans seemed to have a victory. I slid my eyes over the cars. One in particular. A yellow Lamborghini, parked in the corner. A young man was sitting on the hood. He was staring at a group a little further away. I recognize bullies, even from a great distance like this. Although I couldn't tell if they were mocking him, they kept looking over their shoulders to look at the young man.

'Lost?'

I perched my head up. 'Oh no, just watching...' I glanced at the man next to me. Black hair and he had a scar across his face. 'Alright, I am Ironhide.' He held out his hand. I hate shaking hands. It meant I had to touch another person. I forced a smile on my face and shook his hand. I think I need to be more like the soldiers. Joyful. I morphed my facial features in a forced excitement and shook his hand more firmly. He responded on it immediately. It's always so easy to trick people. 'Nice to meet you. Are you familiar with the rules?'

'Not yet. Sabrina told me to go here.'
'Right. There's a debriefing in ten minutes in training hall 6.' I gave a small nod. 'Thank you.' I walked off and followed the signs. The training hall was crowded with new soldiers. It made me wonder how many soldiers had actually died during their last mission. Seems like the population died out quickly. I chuckled at the dark thought before sitting down.