Jack walked down the road, rubbing his arms in a desperate attempt to stay warm.
"Why did Arcee have to go to base tonight of all nights? It must be 2 degrees out here!" He muttered, teeth chattering as he tugged his coat around him tighter.
Arcee had been called to base, and Jack decided he could handle freezing temperatures and a walk home (His bike in a shop for repair). Jack looked behind himself as he heard the sound of an engine, but he then mentaly slapped himself. 'Chill out Jack! It's just a car, everyone over 16 has one.' He then continued on his trek home.
He jumped as the sound of a car engine roared, and the sound of a moving car emitted. Jack paid no heed, and just continued on, trying to ignore the sound. Then...
Jack tried to scream as a hand wrapped around his mouth from behind. He tried to pry the hand away with both of his own, but whoever it was, was extremely strong. Jack kicked behind him and strugled, biting the hand over his mouth. The hand dissapeared as a loud yell of pain came from the man.
His heart was in his throat and adrenaline pounded through his veins. His breath loud in his own ears as he darted down a side street. As he ran, he pulled his cell phone out, he had to warn the Autobots! He typed in one word before sending the text to Miko. But then he was grabbed again, his cell phone spiraled out of his hand and hitting the ground with a clack. He was then hit over the head with a gun, and right before he fell unconcious, he had one last thought.
At Autobot Base, 3rd POV
Miko slammed out a note, filling the base with loud sound and sending Ratchet into wallowing again. She jumped around, playing wildly while Bulkhead and Bumblebee listened, and danced around in Raf's case. A beeping abruptly stopped her playing, and Miko ran over to her cell phone which she'd carelessly tossed aside earlier.
"Finally, peace and quiet." Ratchet said with a contented sigh.
"C'mon, it's not that bad, Miko's getting good!" Bulkhead said to the older 'bot.
'Bee chirped in agreement, and Raf nodded. Optimus and Arcee stopped conversing to look over and smile as Ratchet grumbled in Cybertronian irritably. All in all, the base was the same as always.
Until Miko gasped.
"Miko? Somethin' wrong?" Bulkhead asked, going over to his femme friend.
Everyone watched in concern as they all realized Miko was shaking, a hand covering her mouth as her eyes starred at the screen of her cell phone. She then turned to them, her quivering worsening as she held out her phone for them to see.
It was from Jack, and was one single word.
Later, Jack's POV
My head pounded painfully as I woke up, and when I opened my eyes, the light, even though dim, burned my vision. I felt as though I was in a dream (Or nightmare), my thoughts clouded with fog. When I finally was fully awake, I looked around. I was in a large room, the walls were gray bricks and a single light lit the room. I was strapped to a metal table, it was cold and I shivered for a second.
I remembered what happend, M.E.C.H had kidnapped me. But why? I had no info on the Autobots that would be useful (Not like I would tell them anyway if I did). I tested the straps that held me down, and I felt my heart drop when I couldn't budge. The large metal door at the front of the room opened, and someone walked in, then the person came into veiw.
"Silas." I gasped out, my insides twisting in fear. He chuckled, circling me like a vulture.
"Hello Mr. Darby, have a nice nap?"
"Oh yeah, after getting hit with a gun I slept real well." I spat out sarcasticly. He only laughed as he continued to circle around me.
"What the hell am I doing here anyway?" I asked as I glared at him. Silas stopped, and smiled down at me. And not the nice kind of smile, I am talking about a full blown evil villan smile.
"Well, Mr. Darby. I'm not sure if I should let you in on that little secret right now. But don't worry, you'll know soon, I assure you." He then turned to the doorway.
"Are we able to proceed?"
"Almost sir, last preperations are being made." A stern voice answered. I crained my neck to see a man in a white lab coat and graying hair. My breath got stuck in my throat as possibilities wizzed through my head. Where they going to rip me apart and study my insides? Or torture me with crazy, scientific instruments until I screamed?
The door closed and Silas looked down at me again, smirking.
"Don't give yourself an anxiety attack, Mr. Darby. We arn't about to disect our first test subject." He said, chuckling darkly as I felt a pang of shock.
What the HELL was going on?
part 2 is up and all through 27 i think