The boundary of whatever had me connected with Sideswipe and maybe Sunstreaker kept me from leaving too far from the base. About a hundred feet is all it allowed me to go. I settled down in a thicket for the night and to rest. Not going to sleep with what had just happened and could happen again.

Moss and pine needles were on the ground in the thicket as my bedding. Tall evergreen tree loomed over me and protected me from the falling snow and a small breeze blowing through the forest. It smelled like pines needles of course and many other animals that roam this part of the forest.

A pile of kindling and larger logs sat off to the side and a pair of flint in my hand. I struck the two flints together; right of the bat was given a spark. Grabbing the small spark in my hand, I feed whatever left over energy that is in my body into the spark and watch it grow to a flame in the middle of my palm. With my pile of kindling ready to be set on fire, I place the flame on the dry kindling and let it feed on the wood.

It grew slowly in the colder temperatures and soon was half way through the kindling. Throwing two other logs on there for the time being, I sit roughly on the moss and pine needles. My gaze watched the fire burn away the logs and feel the heat of the fire glide over my scales. The fire warmed my cold scales and slowly drew me into sleep, it wasn't welcomed at all.

"Subject forty-three from level three, step into the ring," a female voice announced over the intercom. I followed her instruction and stepped into the ring to be met with my opponent. He is a level five and much strong than me by the looks of it.

Subject twenty hairs is pulled back in man bun and his color is a dirty blonde. His eyes are blood shot from the lack of sleep or the amount of stress and are a dark, green. His face is sprinkled by freckles giving his scary expression a cute side but in the arena, there wasn't any time to think about that.

The female counted down for our battle to the death to begin and when she hit one, he attacked. He dashed forward to use his weight against my frame, he was too slow for me and I was able to sidestep him. Level five turned around to come back at me and charged like a bull in the ring.

Once again, it only took a sidestep to miss his body and he did this a couple of times. It doesn't make sense how he made it this far in the arena with his pathetic way to take down his opponent. He tired himself out and it was time for my speed and cunning trait to be used.

Sprinting up to him and using my left leg to kick him in the stomach, he groans and holds his stomach. He growls lowly under his breath and starts his assault on me with a punch to me in the head. A punch to a head with his strength could easily knock me out and allow him to defeat me.

Ducking my head to miss the punch going for my head, I kick out my leg for his knee. It makes contact with his knee and he falls to the ground in pain. Jumping on him to hold him down, we tumbled a couple of times until he came out on top and straddling my hips.

He's almost two hundred pounds with the muscles on his arms and legs. He would be impossible to move with my weaker frame, I'm built for speed and endurance. I go for the next available weak spot on him to get him off of me, his precious jewels.

Kicking him once more, this time in between his legs, my foot makes contact with his small ass dick (it's not weird when you foot touches it and are making a guess). Pain exploded all over his face and he rolled to right with his jewels in hand. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes and a whimper for his mommy escaped his mouth.

Not wasting any more time with the cry baby, I jump back on him while straddling his waist. To keep him from trying anything stupid, my knee was placed on his jewels. Gripping his head with a sweet smile on my face (my sanity is long gone the moment of my first kill); I twist it quickly for a quick death. His neck makes a sickening cracking noise and his spinal cord has been snapped, killing him.

Standing back up and facing the 'mirror' (it's a one-way window); the same woman's voice spoke over the intercom. "The winner is Subject forty-three. You may step back through door two," she ordered, it wasn't a 'if you want to you can' but more of a 'don't do this and you'll get injured'. I followed once more and stepped into the inky darkness of door two.

Shooting up awake and gasping for air, I scan the area around me to find nothing out of normal. My fire still smoked with tiny embers glowing underneath and barely any snow had dropped down on me while sleep had taken my under its spell. My chest pulled in the direction of the base and I growled under my breath for it to stop, it was slightly painful and annoying for sure.

My nightmare was still fresh in my mind and a dread feeling was in the pit of my stomach. Sighing deeply through my nose and standing up wobbly on my feet, I take in the scents around here to make sure there isn't anyone encroaching on my territory. Nothing too close or dangerous could be smelled around the area.

The fire is in need of more fuel to keep going as the embers begin to cool down. I left my safe thicket to go find or tear down a tree and guide myself through the forest. It didn't take long for the needed supplies to keep the fire alive were found and I headed back to thicket quickly.

Throwing the wood on the fire, I give the embers enough energy to continue eating the fuel given to it. The fire grew to a comfortable size and produced a great amount of heat for my scales to warm up. I curl up by the fire while making sure my mind doesn't fall under the spell of sleep.

Heat from the fire glided over my scales, keeping my body at a warm temperature while my scales suck in all the heat it could. As I lay by the warm fire, another tug could be felt in my chest. It was more of a 'hey notice me' kind of tug and sure caught my attention. Growling under my breath and shifting my position a tiny bit, I huff a puff of smoke and place my head on my hands.

My eyes watch the fire flicker and pop from the small amount of moisture in the wood. While watching the flames burst, another tug happened and what maybe sounded like a voice or some kind of noise. Freaking out from the unknown and craziness from it, I scramble to get up off the floor and snapping my gaze to look at anything that made a noise. Nothing, it didn't make another noise yet I still stayed on high alert just in case it decided to come alive again.

Dropping my wide mouth open and letting a huge roar escape from the frustration of this entire situation, I stalk out of the thicket. It was time for a hunt to calm my primal instinct and my ears caught the sound of the speeding paw steps of a rabbit.

My pupils dilate to slits like a cat and snap in the direction of the rabbit running through the forest. The damn thing must of have gotten frighten from my roar and took off, thinking I was following it. I jog lightly with my talons not making a sound and conserve my energy to hunt the rabbit for fun.

It will tire itself out and by the time I reach it, the real fun will begin. I dash forward to pick up speed as the rabbit was getting too far ahead for my liking and kept that speed up for the time being. The rabbit continue to run speedily through the forest with me chasing it, but by the smell of it, it was a female.

Finally the rabbit slowed down greatly to a halt and was nibbling on some leafy greens. I carefully sneaked my way over to it with silence to my steps and readied for an attack. But the attack on it never came.

Another sharp tug pulled at the center of my chest and was more painful than the rest; it drew a cry from my mouth. My prey was scared off from my sudden noise and ran off faster than before. Growling lowly under my breath in more frustration and falling to my knees from the pain my chest is emitting, I grip my chest with my razor sharp talons. I had to be careful not to pierce my skin and create a wound or when they expect me to be back, Ratchet won't throw a fit about the wound.

Snarling at nothing in particular, I stand back up with my legs unsteady underneath me and using a tree to help me stay up right. I, with the help of the trees, make my way back to the safety of my thicket with the coldness of winter and the snow biting at my scales.

Reaching the thicket, I crawl leisurely in and plop down by the burning fire. The heat from the fire washes over my scales and slightly eased the tightening of my chest. I took off my shirt for the world to see the scars that adorn my upper body and commanded a little bit of fire to sit on the middle of my chest. The fire won't be able to burn with the thick layer of scales but help ease a tiny bit of the discomfort and pain in my chest.

A couple of days later, the fire did absolutely nothing for the pain and discomfort growing. I was force to leave the safety of my thicket and move within the first barrier of the base for the pressure to stop and ease away. But sadly there was barely any forestry in here to hide in between the barriers, leaving me no thicket to hide in for the time being until I decide it's safe enough for me to be around humans again.

My body laid under the mound of snow I had created for cover, anyone could easily see but it didn't matter to me. Popping my head once more at the sound of a group of humans traveling near my hideout, I grumble under my breath 'stupid humans' and shift once more to try to stretch out the tight muscles in my chest, it didn't work.

My mind reeled back on itself to think about what has been happening lately. Why does shit like this always happen to me? What did I do for the world and Fate herself to hate me? And that stupid voice that is definitely annoying. He, yes he, shows up out of nowhere and declaring I'm good to this terrible world. And he isn't a part of my conscience because she has gone quite after awhile.

Sideswipe is a very caring bot, even though he is in the smack dab middle of a war with his twin. He cares for a monster like me and makes sure he has time for me. A couple of times when my nightmares and flashbacks gotten so bad I had run to him for help to shield me from anymore nightmares for the night.

Once more, a sharp tug pulled at my chest and caused another whimper to escape my mouth, it was even worse than before, when I was further away from the base and the twins. Standing up, being carefully of the low ceiling of the mound, and crawling out, I take off quickly in the sky.

My eyes scan over the area and found a couple of groups of humans training with Ironhide. I fly off in the direction of the pull before any humans, Shawn more importantly (he's been getting close to me), and reach the hanger of Sides and Sunny. Gladly both were inside and I called out to the two of them. "Hey, miss me?"

Both of them snapped their heads on my direction and a relieved expression passed over the both of them. "Where in the Pit have you been?" There's the Sunstreaker we all know and love, though he is actually caring where I have been for the last six days.

Rolling my eyes and waving off his question with my hand, I fly over and land on his brother's shoulder. "Night, where have you been? You were hanging with us and all of a sudden, you leave like a Con shot you and you attack 'Hide of the way out," Sides speaks up and scopes me off his shoulder and onto his servo.

"Fine, it was another nightmare that felt too real and freaked me out," I answered. Sides gives me that look 'you know you could have come to me' and sighs. He lays down his berth bed and gently drops me on him chassis except someone didn't like that.

Sunstreaker scopes me off of his twin's chassis and set me down on his shoulder. He strolls over to his desk and continues working on the drawing before I interrupted his work. I take the given opportunity and snuggled in his neck cables. A deep sigh was released by me and I relaxed my tense muscles. I welcomed the sleep that was needed and was drawn in the darkness of sleep.