Guardian of the Dark(A Transformers Prime FanFiction)

Chapter 4

The three identical Cybertronians begin shooting at me. One shot managed to hit my arm. I cry out in pain as deep red blood begins seeping from my arm. My scales starting to surface, becoming visible through the hole in my 'hoodie'. "Okay. Now I'm pissed." I say rising to my feet.

I was ready to take on my true form. To go and destroy the three Cybertronians...but that's when Bulkheads alternate form slides to a stop in front of us. Jack and Raf climb inside. I, reluctantly, do the same.

Bulkhead immediately drives off. Dodging the shots and creating a trail of sand in our wake.

"Thanks, Bulkhead." Jack says.

"Yeah, thanks," Raf adds.

"You have my gratitude," I say through gritted teeth with a respectful bow of my head. My arm still bleeding profusely. "~sinflad~" I curse.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Bulkhead questions.

"We were worried about Miko." Jack answers as I keep my other arm clamped over my other arm and abdomen. "Have you seen her?" Jack asks.

"What's she look like?" Miko asks, popping up besides me.

Bulkhead pulls to a stop behind a large rock. His passenger side door opens. "Everyone out." Bulkhead orders. Jack and Raf hop out, followed by me. I cringe with every movement. "And this time, please wait here!"

With that said Bulkhead speeds off. "Uh, where's Miko?" Rad asks. Not again! I silently mourn as I plop down against the rock. My blood has already coated my hand and arm in a coppery red color. I gag.

I see Jack and Raf peeking out from behind the rock. "Where's Miko?!" Bulkhead shouts.

My vision flickers. I groan I pain. "Dusk? Are you oka-" Jack suddenly yells in shock and fear. I glance up only to suddenly be picked up. I screech in pain as to much pressure is placed upon my arm.

My vision blacks out then comes back into focus then fades. "Bring them to the brig." Someone or something says. "Commander Starscream is keeping the other human there." Then another sound assaults my ears. It sounds like a car.

Next thing I know I'm falling. Then I hit something hard. It is not the ground, but something else.

I groan as I placed down onto my feet. Staggering to keep my balance as blood trickles down my arm. Why has it not healed yet? I wonder curiously. "Bumblebee!" I hear Raf, I think, say happily.

Bumblebees buzzes and whirls annoy my ears immensely. "Appreciate you clearing the front door for us, but storming the Decepticon warship was not on the activities list," Arcee says, kneeling down to our height.

"Tell me about it." Jack says exasperatedly. Somehow I end up stumbling after Arcee, Bumblebee, Jack, and Raf. Do not ask. It's a very painful story...

"Friendly!"

"Hello," Bulkhead says.

"Brought the humans, huh?" Arcee asks as I stumble to my knees. Doubling over in pain. Whatever the Cybertronian used in that shot, my true form is rejecting. Rejecting it in such a way that makes me cry in pure agony.

"You try getting them to stay behind," Bulkhead says defensively.

"We need to find Fowler and get these kids out of here," Arcee says.