10.Dec.05

Reality Unknown

By: Skyfire

After Optimus is seriously wounded during a battle with the Predacons, the great Maximal leader begins hallucinating that he’s back on Cybertron, but he isn’t who he thinks he is.

                                    It was coming for him! He couldn’t get away. He tried with all his might to evade it! It was searching for him, seeking him; unwavering in its pursuit. He couldn’t get away! It was coming!  Suddenly it hit, a flush of pain splashed over his tattered body as he fell to the ground.

            Suddenly it all stopped. He sat up straight in his bed. Looking around, the transformer was unsure of his surroundings. He tried to stand to his feet, but found himself restrained. His forearms and legs were tied down tightly to the bed he laid on. He looked at the binding wires and tried to free himself, but with no luck. He looked frantically around the room, not knowing what was happening or where he was.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

There was no reply. The room was empty, save for a desk and the bed he sat upon. It was not a very large room, but the most prevalent facet was that it was completely white, almost blinding. A door hung open at the opposite end of the room. He tried to see what was happening outside, but his vision was blurred. He didn’t know why. A flush of anxiety swept over his body as he tried to struggle free from his binds and learn what was going on.

“Hello?”

Again he tried to communicate, but no one answered. The silence terrified him. He was not accustomed to being so ignorant of his situation.

“My name is Optimus Primal. I’m the commander of the Maximal Exploration Craft Axalon.” He paused after his introduction. He hoped it would spur anyone outside of the room to return the gesture. Yet, he still received the piercing whisper of silence.  “Is anyone there?”

The silence of the room suddenly was shattered by foot steps which resounded from the door. The bot trembled in fear as the foot steps moved closer and closer. At once Optimus felt a sense of fearful dread and extreme curiosity. He wanted to know what was going on and how he got here. He stared intently at the open door, waiting for the author of the steps to reveal itself. After a moment, the door way was filled with a figure. Optimus squinted, trying to clear up his blurred vision enough to get a look at the figure’s face, if one existed. The figure began walking into the room. Optimus pulled himself back against the cold white wall. His binds prevented him from moving too much, but nevertheless he tried. The figure moved closer still and Optimus’ spark began beating rapidly. His chest plate vibrated from the rapid pulsating spark.

“Who are you?”

The figure now loomed over the terrified maximal. Optimus silently sat there staring up at the towering figure. He couldn’t move a gear. He was frozen in fear. He closed his optics and waited for anything to happen.

Then, all of the sudden, he felt a cold hand grab onto his arm. His optics opened and he looked upon the figure before him. It held a long black syringe-like device. The figure brought it to his arm. Optimus struggled fiercely now. He didn’t want that to touch him. He couldn’t escape it though! His arms grew sore from the constant rubbing of the metallic wires that restrained him. Suddenly, he felt the dagger edge of the syringe as it punctured his arm. He fought harder than ever at this point. There was nothing left for him to do then to fight it. His optics flashed in pain as his body began slowing. The life just began to dissipate from him. What was that? Who was that? His mind began feeling even foggier than before. His eyes darkened and his body laid almost motionless as the figure removed the syringe from the Maximal’s arm.

“Where is it?”

Optimus strained to lift his head. He heard the figure talk. That voice didn’t sound familiar to him at all, but his mind drew further and further into darkness. Finally, he let go and let the darkness engulf him.

Suddenly, he sat up quickly in another place. He looked around frantically again.

“Where am I? What’s going on? Is anyone there?”

He looked around the room he was in, disoriented still and very unsure of anything. Suddenly, a door opened wide and in ran someone. The bot was gold and blue and appeared to be young.

“Big bot! You ok?”

Optimus just sat there staring at the bot, trying to discern who it was.

“Cheetor?”

The bot nodded and smirked, “The one and only. What’s up big bot?”

Optimus shook his head and calmed a bit. Things seemed more real now. He reached out and touched the young transformer’s face. The cheetah pulled back, “You ok?”

The maximal commander sighed.

“I think I’ve just had a terrible nightmare.”