Pretty car – part 3
How did you get here? You don’t wonna thingk of it, barely managing to avoid a heavy foot of blue bot as you almost crawled out of the hiding, clasping a hand over your mouth. Every thing swam in front of your eyes, brain scrambling to gather any information to make every thing to make sense. For now though you need to find a new place to hide in. Poking your head, and feeling heavy stomps, you glance arund, making sure non saw you and ran for and old building, hiding behind half finished wall just in time for another set’s of heavy footsteps started shaking the ground and you had to literally press your self in to wall with red light shining though doorway and can see a set of black claws wrap around the door.
“Come one, little Fan. Come one OUT~” a familiar voice called as the light shifted, then the light slowly faded, the claws disappearing with the ground shaking in repetitive motion.
Breakdown grumble in anger as Knockout roped him ion to this stupid game. What is the point of chasing a small organick if not to kill them, but no! Knockout wanted this to be something else. Shifting in the asphalt, Brekadown rolled around the small town, looking for the playground – a spot away from humans eye and ears, a secluded spot with also a lot of spot for a human to try and hide, yet will be useless as both con’s will know every location. The time seemed to stretch when he finally found a right spot – an old building site, left to rot for what ever reason, with barrels, big concrete tubes, small old building and so many other small spot for human to cram them self in attempt to feel safe. Of course he need to make sure certain spot were “out of commission” transforming his hand in to hammer and stumbling over to an old construction building made out of metal storage box, raring back and slamming his hammer on it, metal creaking and bending under the preasure, destroying the “safe” spot and making less spots for human to hide. After a few more hit, he was sure no human will be able to cram them self in, putting the hammer away and looking around, proud of his little work. Alright the play “pen” is set up: there is only a few spot human can hide, the old barb wire fence is high and loud enough to get attention in case human tryes to climb, the only entrance will be blocked as soon as Knockout will arrive and any other ways of exit were blocked already. Reaching for his helm, he tapped on the commlink, reaching for Knockout.
“Knockout, I found the spot, sending coordinates to you right now”
“Perfect. Will be right there.” The voice of con came though and he can swear he can hear something in background. What is it with him obsessing over such small organick, that is useless and weak, he has no idea, but who he is to say not to medic an a little bit of fun. Putting his hand down, bot looked around, making sure last of things were correct and wondered of to the far back, to make sure exsist were still sealed while waiting for his partner. The pile of building material laid high and steep for human to scale quickly and safely without dropping something and killing them self in the moment of panic scramble for escape. Proud that it was dangerous to try and run from, Breakdown heard the familiar engine, turning around to see headlight shining their way through, followed by Knockouts familiar red alt mode. Not even a second later the door swung open and a small human fem ran out, stumbling and falling right on their face, making him laugh.
“Oh, running already? I didn’t even explained the rules” Knockout called out with a chuckled, letting the small life run away from him, them disappearing behind the building. “Alright then. So you want a game to start this early~ sure.”
You just set quietly, looking aorund, trying to see some kind of momentum that you can run out of the car, but the doors were locked and the belt wrapped around you pressed uncomfortably tight in to your body, restricting any movement and any attempt to run. You gave up on taking it off as it refused to get out of the lock at all, making you questiong just what is going on here. The fear still had it grip on you and your heart, refusing to give you up and you just tried to think if the way out. It was clear you were being taken to second location with another person waititng there, clearly a bad outcome of this whole situation. Will they kill you for daring to get close to what ever was going on, or just for fun? Clump of something bitter clumped your throat one more time and you chocked on it, breathing rabbit and trying not to cry again while gathering words in your mind.
“Please.. let me go” you bleat out though new forming tears “I am sorry, please let me go! I won’t say a thing to anyone”
“I did say I am not going to hurt you, right?” Knockout voice came though radio, sounding a bit more annoyed with your constant demand for freedom. Well who can you blame – any one would be crying and begging in such situation. If you could you would attack driver, ready to use your teeth and nails just to get your freedome back, but there was no body. “so please stop screaming, we are almost there”
“W-what do you want from me?”
“WE just gonna play a Game” Knockout explained, with you noticing how far he has taken you. The streets packed with homes grew thinner, less buildings and humans you can try to cry out to, clearly being taken out of bounds of safety of human society. “NO harm no foul in a little game, right? What do you think?”
“Please.... I” you had no idea what else to say, just quieting down now. The car finally pulled up to and old construction site, with few signs with name of compony being ripped of completely or hanging on last strings, swaying lazily in the wind. Inside the site it seemd quite, no light or anything at all, only old rusted steel beams left behind of what you can assume was some kind of huge building, left to rot when finance ran out. You stifled your self, eyes darting around looking for another car or human, anything that called Knockout a moment ago. Coming to a slow halt, you felt the belt come undone and hear the door lock. THERE! Your only chance to run. Immideatly unbuckling, you through the door open, scrambling out and runinig away from the car. It did not took you a second to stumble over something and hit the ground hard, loosing orientation for a moment while Knockout made fun of you from a far. You just did not care, you wanted to get home. The air filled with a strange noise, sounding like metal clashing with metal, pumping you and your fear. With another taunt behind, you ran for the cover, running behind huge rubble of construction equipment. You looked aorund, trying to find small enough spot and then crammed your self in between two boxes, far enough so that no one will be able to reach, but also enough space that you can see what was going on. It did not took even a second for something huge to walk by you so slowly and non chalant, it made you almost yell, slapping a hand over your mouth.
It was a huge robot, with what you imidealty recognize was Knockouts car parts – the familiar car door with unmistakable lines of white, the golden rims on the tieres and so much more. You had to blink a few times, trying to get what was going on.
“Come out come out, where ever you are Little Fan~” a familiar voice came from that thing as it called out to you and you lost touch with reality. No, this can’t be right. The only one who called you like that was Knockout, but then you did just drove, no, kidnaped here by a driverless car, so was it that – a car that can magically turn in to a robot. You just stared at the bot, who walked past by, still calling out to you, time to time looking somewhere. You are not staying to see how it ends. After making sure coast was clear you ran out, looking for the way out, but also trying to stay low. Keeping to the building material, you quickly made your way to the entrance, only to freeze in your track. It was blocked by two huge old metal containers, crashed on top of each other, acting as barricade. You stared at it in shock, scaning for something to climb but the broken glas and sharp edges of the metal really made it hard for you.
“Going some where human?” Shit! You spun around, now starring at a new bot – huge, blue, bulky and more scary looking. His yellow eyes narrowed and he started walking towards you. Nope not staying around. You ran to the right, as fast as you can, diving in between to huge things you did not care to identify, using them to get more space and ran for cover.
Brekadown let a soft chuckle as you hid again, but there was nothing that you can’t break to get small squishy out at all. Hearing footsteps, bigger then humans, he turned to see Knockout, walking slowly over with a smile.
“She tried the main entrance?” he asked, placing a servo on his hip while glancing to the side, able to see last glimps of a human, lifitnig his other servo and taunted them “You can hide! But you can’t run forever, Little Fan!”
“Little Fan?” coking his eyebrow, Breakdown glanced at his partner with a bit of disguast. He already gave them a name to this little thing? Was he serious about keeping this one as a pet? “You gross.”
“They are fun” Red bot rolled his eyes, chuckling a bit with pride “They are fun to play with and clearly have a good tatse. And they are a little fan of mine.”
“Sure, what ever” breakdown rolled his eyes and walked away, on his path to finish this game quickly and just get with this over.
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There was far to many few close calls now and you can feel energy leaving you, adrenaline finally seeping out of you and fear no longer keeping you awake. How long can a human be pushed by fear like this you have no idea but you can tell you Are being worn out. You sighed heavily, breathing heavily, keeping eye on the entrance of the huge concrete tube, nestle behind others, it’s walls covered in moss and grafity. It was not the best hiding spot by so far it kept you hidden and safe. You learned their tactic by now and now were even using your own. Red one was loud and constantly calling you out, looking in all hiding spots, almost catching you the most out of them both, barely managing to avoid death grasp of his claws, hell, you even got scratched one time, a little bit of blood, now dried, clung to your skin and clothes. Then there is blue one – literal tank and breaking any obstacles you managed to wedged your self in, like a crow breaking a shell just to get to a snail. You sighed again, letting a long exhale, eyes darting up, to tiered to do anything but wedge your self deeper in to broken structure, able to feel heavy stomps, hear their faint mechanical whirring and idle catcalling.
“Little Fan! Time to give up. I know where you hide” you gripped on your shirt. The one with Knockout voice was constantly circling this particular spot often now, going and coming back, propably waiting for you to get out just to swoop in and kill. You don’t want to die, not today. “Come out come out, little one, fun’s over.” A clang on the metal claws made you heart dop and able to see sharp edges of them slowly, one by one pop in to view made you clasp a hand over your mouth, praying that the huge robot-car did not hear it. For a second every thing plunged in to silence, only disturbed by hushed breathing that you swore echoed. The claws shifted on the edge concretes, metal singing just a bit with a rhythmic tap when fingers were lifted and raised again, tapping on surface with arrogance of someone who was tiered of waititng. No. Not today. Slowly as you could, you started shifting toward the end, away from claws, hopping that maybe you can make a mad dash for another hiding spot, even if your legs felt like jelly by now.
“Found you” a clawed metal hand reched thought he same hole you wanted to dash out, scaring you in letting a yelp. The movement was to quick and even if you started crawling away from the hand like a toddler, you were slow and to tiered to even do much but do your best to push on fingers that wrapped around your back, slowly and methodically pulling you out, still toying. You gripped on edged of the tube with your hands, easily loosing in a small tug war and were brought in to light. The pale face stared at you with a glee, a smile stretched on the metal lips, red eyes floating in pool of black, completely focused on you. If you were not so scared or in this situation you would say the bot look very very pretty “There you are, little fan~”
Of course Knockout knew where you were hiding, growing sloppy with every minuet ticking by, growing slower and hence he cam see ever time you change your position. He chuckled to him self every time you stumbled in to new hiding spot, purposely walking close by and not checking, making sure you can be as scared as you could, wearing your little body down. Out of all the humans he played with, you really lasted the longest, stretching the play. He can her Breakdown getting angry in background with every time you managed to run by him, avoididng clasp and escaping every time he broke their little hide out. So when you finally hid in one spot for to long, he knew it was about to finish the game. Walking over to the piles of concrete tube for the last time, purposely making his presence known, even if he could hide it, he knelt right by the side, sure to black one exit and another with his presence alone, slowly putting his servo on the big hole on the side, putting one digit after another, able to hear a fain gasp that quickly was muffle, shuffle and stifled breath. They knew that he knows they are here, that the game came to a close, but still did their best to try and escape. Chuckling, he taunted them, ready to catch the moment they make made dash for escape, listening closely. And they did. The shuffle of the fabric against rough surface imidealty alerted him that they were going for another end, just as he wante them. Moving swiftly and quickly her leaned to the other side, reaching in. A yelp echoed around and a feeing of something squishy yet firm formed aorund his digits as he clasped aorund the body. The fight for freedom started immideatly, a week push on his digits, whimpers and even when he pulled them, Little fan made their best to try and hold on onto the only safe spot they’ve found so far, not yet destroyed by his partner. Bringing him to his face, he gloated in the fear and misery they radiated.
“Well, must say this was a fun game, hm?” he chuckled at the small hands pressing on his digits, weekly, clearly out of strength, week attempt to gain freedom “Well was it fun? You did well for an organick.”
“Please, don’t hurt me” you pleaded softly and weekly, clearly to tiered to do anything but use words to gain freedome. He let a soft chuckle. “Please! I am sorry for what ever I did, please let me go!”
“I did say I won’t hurt you, did I” Knockout let a soft snort. “I have no reason to hurt you little fan.” he was more then pleased with him self. He won, as per usual, putting another win on his shoulder, this time he had a wonderful price to take with him, even if a bit ruffled. Using another servo, he reached towords the head of small human, it flinching away, tryign to swat, but he only gently tucked the strain of hair behind of the fleshy audio, he needs his little fan to look good. Now he can see why autobots kept humans around, they are adorable little pets, so now he just needs to train this one to BEHAVE. Looking around, he found a chain, which will serve for now. He can’t have his pet run around with rusty chain – it’s not his style. Reaching down, he picked it up and easily wrapped around the fragile neck and let them down. They tried immideatly to get out, hands wrapping aorund and tugging to get out, try to unloop, but one tug was enough “Breakdown, where are you?”
“Coming” Breakdown called from some where inside the cite, his big form soon coming in a view with face of disgust at sigh of small human on the chain and maybe a snort of how funny they looked compared to red bot. Even if Knockout was not the biggest in the Decepticon army, the human still looked like one of those small rat like pets rich humans tend to fan over, dressing them in all sort of outfits to make them look adorable. A perfect pet for Knockout to think of it now.
“Like it?” bot chuckled, pulling a bit, making human stumble weakly and fall down on their knees, clearly worn out by the game. “I’d think suits me well”
What the fuck you get your self in to – you should’ve never visited that cursed race.
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