My dull (c/e) eyes met up with the same ones that kinda saved me. Soft, sky blue, glowing, robotic eyes looked upon mine with a sort of sadness to the gaze. The guy didn't notice the eyes and looked back down to my helpless form. Lust taking over his senses now.

But with a rush of wind, he was flung off of me. The knife also followed him, making me cry in both fear and eminence pain. I couldn't feel the rain hitting me anymore. Yet, it was still coming down around. My gaze started to fade as a voice addressed the man who was about to sexually abuse me. It sounded deep, wise even, or it was just my ears failing me.

But everything turned dark, too tired to keep my eyes open any longer.
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Black. Everywhere, like ink that just won't wash away. There are also voices in my head, their faint yet clear. Like feathers against my skin, the voices were as soft and gentle, perhaps more than what I thought.

"Optimus, do you even realize what you had done?"

"I know the consequences of my action, old friend. But I couldn't stand by as the child was to be abused like that." A more baritone voice answered.

"Even so, I doubt Folwer would allow you to take care of her. Even if she was experimented on." The old sounding voice sighed.

"When the time comes, I'll talk to him. In the meantime, let us attend to the situation at hand. Ensuring that this child is cared for."

The older voice sighed again. "Of course, Optimus."

Optimus. Why did that name sound important? Should I be scared? Or for once, feel safe.

"Before I go, she should be waking up in an hour or so. Her heartbeat just picked up."

"Thank you my friend."

Light thuds of something metallic walked away, leaving me with whoever 'Optimus' is. His gaze was on my being, it felt just like the soft robotic optics I had previously seen in the rainforest.

I decided to reveal my (e/c) eyes to the world again. Immediately, my eyes burned at the brightness that flooded them. Hissing slightly and carefully moving my stiff arm in front of my sight. This allowed me to adjust my eyes to my location.

A silvery-white room, a light directly above me. Another off further on the ceiling. With time, the surrounding area near and under my body was felt again. Metal like the ceiling. Strangely warm, as if the room was underground.

"I see you've opened your eyes, young one." I didn't reply to him, still determining if he was a friend or foe. He sighed softly, "I am Optimus Prime. I found you as you were about to be taken advantage of." Optimus continued and finished.

It took a bit, but decided to respond to his kind demeanor. "I... I don't remember what my name is..." I, Myself, sighed sad and tiredly. Then tried to sit up.

A large metallic thing helped me up by carefully sliding under and slowly pushed me up into the siting position. "Thanks..." Even with small talk, my throat felt dry. Looking up slowly, I was able to confirm who Optimus was.

Just slightly, I shifted away slowly. Not liking how big he was compared to me. Big metal armored body with blue and red painted color. A little under large, rounded shoulder armor and what looked to be two large windshields making up his upper torso armor.

"Easy." Optimus spoke softly, "I mean you no harm." His equivalent to an hand, slowly cupped behind my small body, minding my feathered wings. Amazingly, I wasn't as scared as I thought. Just uncomfortable.

Being lifted to his face, it seemed human at first glance. Smooth, soft looking metal made up his face plating. As well as his cheeks. Other that the obviousness of missing a nose, compared to humans. He didn't seem to have teeth either. Yet, what set me at ease was his eyes. To which, was definitely alien. They glowed a soft, blue hue. The inner metal of the optic shifted in and out. Like it was focusing on me.

That, or humanity has really changed when I was taken.

We looked at each other, studying. And the strangest thing happened to me most of all. Optimus brought me right up to his cheek plating and began to gently nuzzle me. Again, noting my wings. At first, I was alarmed at this action. An action that I have haven't received since forever. But as he continued, I relaxed into the moment.

Even quietly cooing to him in response.

After that little moment, Optimus explained as to who he was and what he was. All the while, I stayed quiet. Still not fully trusting the mech.

He was an Autobot from the planet Cybertron. Leading a team of 5, including himself, into a war that had been raging on for far too long.

Ratchet was the medic of the team, helping and ensuring that the group was always battle ready. He was the bot that Optimus talked with before. Optimus had also told me about the rest of his team. Who were out patrolling at this point of time.

Their names were Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead. Bumblebee is their scout and had the slight appearance of a bumblebee. The femme of the group is Arcee, tough yet understanding. And Bulkhead, the Wrecker. No more words needed there.

There were also five humans. Three of which I'll be meeting later on. All the while, my wings shifted and fluffed against my shoulders. Though seeing as I have almost nothing on, it made sense.

The leader noticed my state and assured that one of the children had packed things for me. How I was going to get clothing on me with these wings? I'll have to find out. But until then, Optimus and I chatted for a bit in his quarters. As he sets up an area for me to rest and such.

"I don't know how long it's been since, well... since I grew wings." I explained to the robot. "I don't even remember my mom."

"I am sorry for what you had to deal with. No child should have to go through that. No being ever should." Optimus replied as he finished making a makeshift bed, accustomed to my winged sleeping needs.

The thought of a fluffy, soft area to lay my wings was making me sleepy. And at the same time, feel more comfortable here. A soft yawn escaped past my lips after that thought of a proper rest. It seemed my tiredness was a good sight for the leader.

"Even though you have rested off your wounds, you should rest some more. Ratchet told me that your minor cuts should be healed in the morning."

I sighed, looking to meet his optics. "What about the others?" Optimus smiled lightly, picking me up as if I was glass. He carried me to my sleeping spot and gently placed me there and barely taped my head.

"I'll leave the clothing that Miko and Jack have provided nearby, so that you may change after waking up." With a finale nod, I lay myself across the comfy surface and giggle a small bit. Only now feeling a the soft waves of relaxation and immediate sleep, washing over in the comfortable and safe environment.