Out of the Dark → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

My eyes flickered open only to be met with complete and utter darkness. I had absolutely no clue where I was at the moment or even how much time had passed since I've been captured. All I knew was that the air around me was cold, and had I not been wearing such a thick hoodie I would probably be freezing to death. I was also in a great amount of pain; my foot and ankle ached with a heavy intensity, my rib cage was burning, and my arm stung greatly. I was weak, much weaker than I had been when I was first captured by the Decepticons. It hurt to even move, but I knew that I needed to. I had to get out of here, wherever here was.

With as much strength as I could muster, I sat up. A sharp pain coursed through my body, but I ignored it and continued searching around for some way out of this hell hole. I didn't get very far though. I probably moved about two feet before running into some type of barrier. I began feeling around, hoping to find out what this barrier was, and was saddened when I found that I was locked inside a cage. There was no way for me to get out and that pained me deeply. Things for me weren't looking too great so far. I feared that I may be here for a few weeks before anyone comes to save me; who knows, I'll probably even be dead.

I first thought about using my ability to try and escape this horror house, but then realized that I was far too weak to exert myself like that. Instead, I locked my fingers through the bars in the cage and began shaking it. Once again I was struck with pain, but I couldn't worry about it. I needed someone to hear me in here, and I didn't care if it was a Decepticon or not.

"Someone please help me!" I croaked. The cage rattled intensely as I shook it, and I was almost positive that someone could hear me. "Please! Somebody help me! Please!"

It wasn't but five seconds later that I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. The sound of a metal door being slid open could be heard, and before long light was flooding into the room, causing me to shield my eyes to protect it from the brightness. I managed to compose myself, though, and looked back toward the light. A large figure was standing in the doorway, and I was almost certain that it wasn't a human. The piercing red eyes were a dead give away.

"The human is finally awake. Should I proceed?" the figure spoke. This was most definitely a Decepticon, and I was sure he was speaking with another Decepticon. I couldn't see or hear another Decepticon, so I assumed they were speaking through a communication link.

The Decepticon waited for about ten seconds before finally making his way way over to me. He knelt down to my level and looked me directly in my fearful blue eyes. I had no clue whether I was about to die or not, and the thought was really unsettling to me.

"Hello, human." The Con didn't exactly sound as menacing as I thought he should. If anything he sounded like a typical human starting a typical conversation with another human. He didn't seem threatening at all, but I couldn't be too careful.

"H-hello," I stuttered. The fear was very evident in my tone of voice, and the Con noticed this.

"Why are you scared, puny human?" he asked. I almost wanted to hit him. What a dumb question! I'm scared because I'm a small human being in the same room--and possibly the same building--as much larger beings who have the means to harm me. It's pretty much common sense.

"Because y-you're g-gonna kill me," I squeaked. I was afraid to say the wrong thing; I didn't exactly want to die in this cage.