Dream Begins

The only thing that could be done at this moment was run, move my small legs as fast as they could move. My foot slipped as I took the corner too fast but I was able to pick myself back up and continue running down the empty halls.

She ordered everyone to leave the compound so we could have our 'fun'. Fear, fear is what drove me to sprint to the new hiding place that I spotted a while ago; she took me out for a 'nice, calming' stroll around to help get away from the kids trapped in here with me.

The door to lab eight could be seen at the end of the hallway. It will most likely take me approximately a minute to hide in the cabinet without making a mess. It will take more time if some of the papers and other things inside of it to fall out.

Ripping the door open like a mad man and almost tearing it off its hinges, I dash towards the cabinet. Making sure when opening it up that it doesn't make a noise that could alert her of where I'm hiding. I carefully climb into the cabinet while not knocking anything over or out onto the floor to cost me time.

It was smaller than I suspected and remember and it was hard to maneuver my body into the tiny space. Gladly I was able to fit or there will be trouble because all of my other hiding spots have been already found by her.

The intercom starts up, "ready or not, here I come." She emphasizes the word not like she knew she would find me. She always does; by hiding, it gives me time to think about how I'm going to escape this place. A hell hole to be more exact and truthful.

My heart could be heard in my ears. No one was here except me and her. She wasn't anywhere near where I was and it would take some time for her to find where I was at. Hopefully, if I was able to hide for long enough, she would allow me to be sent back to the barracks.

Time ticked away and soreness from staying still and in a cramped up spot for so long was taking its toll on me. Tiredness was becoming a thing from not getting adequate sleep the past few months. It was hard forcing myself to stay awake to make sure the monster didn't catch me.

It wasn't until the sound of her voice so close woke me wide awake. Gladly I was able to stop the gasp from escaping my mouth to alert her of my position. A small tremble shook throughout my body as fear raced in my veins.

"Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty. Come out where ever you are~," the voice sung out and it rings in my ears. My body was smashed underneath a full cabinet and if I move, that would give away my position. This was a game of 'hide and seek' but this wasn't the happy one. When she finds me, the pain was all that I would receive from her.

My body shook with fear as the slow steps came closer and closer and closer. Lucky must have been on my side as the haunting sound her footfalls moved away from my position. Letting out the breath I was holding in, my ears caught the noise of cackling. My eyes widen to the size dinner plates... she found me.

End of Dream

A gasp tore through my throat and made me cough up a lung. Something out of the corner of my eye catch my attention, this isn't where I remember being last. A small clip-it memory from the battle against the giant robots fighting each other appeared in my mind.

The sterile smell of a hospital wavered through the air with hints of other humans being here lately. By the smell of it, a human hasn't been here for the last seven hours or so. There were other odors that were very different from any from my time, though it was slightly similar.

Glancing around to make sure there wasn't anyone inside or hiding in the huge hanger. There didn't seem to be but I was still on high alert just in case.

Attempting to move my arms, something stopped me. I gaze down to see a silver pair of cuffs attached to my left wrist. Now there was something very wrong and my senses tingled to find any danger. There must be if someone had the dumb idea of locking me up with a weak pair of cuffs. Though pulling on it a tiny bit told me it's really tight.

Out of frustration of the situation at hand, a growl escaped my throat. I pull my left wrist towards the front of me but instead of the cuff giving out; the metal from underneath the hospital bed gave out. Sighing with more anger slowly boiling up inside of me, I spit a tiny bit of venom on the cuff.

While messing with the cuff, I spotted a needle stuck in my arm and a cast on my right wrist that goes all the way up to my elbow. It didn't smell dangerous and didn't make my danger sensor go off. I guess that's a good thing for now but the thought of having a needle near me or in my scales freaked out. I tore the damn thing out of my arm and made a tear in my scales from taking it out the wrong way.

The cast was holding a bone that might be broken or on the lines of that. I didn't want to take it off and mess with the healing process that was already going on.

After letting the acid venom melt the cuff away and dealing with that damn needle, I take it off. Climbing off the hospital bed and scanning my surrounds once more, I spot no open exits for me to fit or crawl through.

What confused me though that there are five huge tables, at least ten feet tall, in the room. In the room, it felt I was shrunk to the size of an ant. There wasn't any way for me to have shapeshifted or shrunken myself because nothing felt out of place

The large hanger door that had to be at least thirty feet tall is what caught my attention. It was locked by a keypad with huge buttons and suspended high in the air, out of the reach of any human. A normal human-sized door about five feet from it with also a keypad, it was much smaller and low enough for a four-year-old to reach.

A noise of metal footsteps making their way towards me could be heard. I instant snapped into an attack position and waited for whoever is coming over here. There wasn't any place to hide me completely and since the sun is up, light from the windows that almost surround the upper levels took out the chances of hiding.

The metal being strolled up to the door while muttering something under his breath, one I caught was 'Stupid Terror Twins'. He puts in the code and it makes a beep of confirmation. The hanger door slowly opens to a blue-eyed bot that I saw from the battle.

The first thing my eyes found out about him is he isn't much of a danger to me. He didn't have a weapon in his grasp or near him and when he saw me; he didn't freak out and shoot first. His reaction was different than I thought he would react to me.

"What are you doing?!" he bellows quite loud and hurts my poor ears. Shaking my head to get rid of the ringing noise, I growl dangerously low to tell him to back away. He rolls his blue eyes and makes his way over to me. My mind raced with the thought that he's going to hurt me and I take off into the air to make a break for it.

He must have thought the same idea and closes the door behind him. His entire behavior changed from the grumpiness of an angered sailor to the kindness of a fluffy unicorn. He slowly turned around to face me again and I could tell he could see the fear in my eyes. All of my behavior is from the fear; if he had the chance, he could easily squish me under his metal foot.

He calmly puts his hands up to show he had no weapon like trying to calm a bucking bull. "I'm not going to hurt you. I was irritated by some other bots and I'm sorry for scaring you. My designation is Ratchet and I'm a medic. What is yours?" His voice is much quieter than before and helped me think better of him.

My eyes are still glued on him to find any danger about him; he showed nothing that could be taken as a threat. I slow my wing beats to land back down on the ground but still have a vigilance of the bot in front of me.

Finding my voice after a few seconds, "my name is uhhh... Midnight." I rapidly thought up a name for him to call me by. He didn't earn my trust to know my true name or call me by my monster name. He nodded with a small smile of pride for himself able to acquire my name.

"Hello, Midnight. Do you remember why you are here?" he cautiously spoke, keeping his voice low and soft sounding, it sounded as if he was talking to a baby. Rolling my eyes at him from his arrogance, I nod my head to confirm my remembrance of the battle. He nodded back and lingeringly strolls over to the table his size to the left of me.

"Midnight could I see the cut on your left forearm?" he questioned. Glancing down to the cut from the needle that was torn out, I think for a moment about it. He hasn't shown any threat to me and is caring for my well being; l slowly nod my head. "Okay then, please fly up here so I can check out your arm." Doing what I was told, I land gently on the metal surface of the table at the end, about nine feet of safety distance between us. He motions for me to come closer and I stalk my way to the front of him.

Ratchet saunters over to the table I was under. He grabs a kit the size of the end of his pinkie finger from those plastic drawers that hang from the wall and makes his way back over to me; making sure to not make any quick movements to not spook me.

Out of nowhere, his body collapses in on itself to shift into a neon yellow/green hummer. Acting on pure instinct and fear, I scramble backward even though the edge of the table blocked my view of him on the floor.

Suddenly, a human appears on the table off to the left of out of the thin area. That freaks me out more and I take a running leap into the air to escape the unknown of whatever he did. The human that appeared out of nowhere called out to me in the same voice of Ratchet without the robotic tone to it.

"Wait! Midnight, it's me Ratchet. I'm using a holoform." Stopping myself from moving any further from him, I turn around to face him. Said holoform did have the same appearance as the robot Ratchet. Giving him a minuscule of trust, I carefully fly back over to him while keeping my senses on high alert.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, I should have told you about it," he apologizes. He didn't seem like a type of being to apologize and it surprised me when he did. Brushing it off like it was nothing, I hold out my left arm to so he could get it cleaned and wrapped as fast as possible. He'll do my dirty work and clean my wounds before I make a break for it.

During the process of him cleaning the wound, he strikes up a conservation despite me not wanting to talk with him. "Not to sound rude but what are you? You aren't on any human lore book or on the internet by all means." Great, this question. It's the question you have been all waiting for, to know what kind of monster I am.

"None of your business, you don't need to nose into other humans business," I answer with a chilling tone of voice. Acting all tough will tell him he can't push me around, though he did see me while in a fear-ridden state.

He did pick up from there and went on to fix my arm. He changes the bandages from the wolf bites that happened yesterday; they didn't seem to be infected at all and are healing quickly to my liking.

"Two friends of mine will be stopping by to have a talk with you," he spoke up after rewrapping all four wounds back up, including the one on my wing. I didn't like that there will be two other beings like him here. Releasing a growl to show my displeasure of the plan, he rolls his eyes at my antics.

"Do not worry, they will not hurt you. They just to go over a few rules and to give a tour around the base," he reassured. Did he think I was staying here? No way, there are way too many humans around here by the odors that are wavering in here.

Not speaking up to voice my thoughts, I stay quiet until there was a knock at the large hangar door. My head snaps to stare intensely at the hanger door to assess if they are going to be a threat to me or are going on the fence like Ratchet.

Ratchet tells the two enter and the hanger door was pulled back. A huge robot with the same blue eyes as Ratchet but his height is of the height of the door he has to walk through and strong looking too. My eyes widen and I scrambled to get on my feet before launching myself into the air.

A human stood next to him and I instantly recognized him as one of the soldiers from the battle. He wasn't one of them who decided it was a great idea to point their guns at me and that helped calm myself down about him. The huge bot standing next to him was on another page.

"Midnight! Calm down. This is Optimus Prime and William Lennox. Optimus is a big bot but he will never hurt you." Taking Ratchet's word into consideration and let my guard down a bit but not landing on the ground or table just in case they dare do something stupid.

"Midnight is it?" The human named William Lennox questioned, he only got a short nod out of me. "Could you um, could you please come down here so we could talk?" Shaking my head to answer his question, he sighed and rubbed the bridge in annoyance. He gazes up to Optimus Prime, "could you give me a lift up to that table?" The bot he questioned did what he was asked of.

"Midnight we would like to talk about your stay at the base." My prediction was correct, they think they can make me stay here all they want and probably want to control me like their robots.

"My stay? I ain't staying here and you can't make me," I scoff and cross my arms over my chest with a bit of trouble from my cast. William gives me the look of 'really? Watch me' and I laugh at him for that. This puny human thinks he can contain a killing machine like me.

"Miss Midnight, we can't have you spreading our existence to the humans," Optimus speaks his reasoning to me.

"Does it look like I can go up to any human and say 'there are robots living with us. Run, run for your lives. They'll eat your brains.' They will either scream and run away or scream and for their lives," I goof about with these two. Is that their real reason for keeping me from leaving the base?

In the end, I was forced to stay at the base against my wishes.