PUREBLOOD: hunt or be hunted (a transformers oc fan fiction)

In the world of modern day earth, lockdown tends to look for the perfect person to hunt as his prey. And once in his grasp, she vanishes once again into the depths of the great gods of cybertron. Will PureBlood survive the dark trenches of brutal war on the knight ship? Or will lockdown capture her and claim her godly powers as his own. (This story is based off of transformers age of extinction with lockdown and some of my OCs) lol

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4. .:CHAPTER FOUR:.

All I could feel was pain... a horrible pain, that etched throughout my body as the darkness around me surrounded my very soul with its sinful and fearful nature; stealing away my strength and perseverance as it suffocated my erge to move on... And so, it consumed my courage and confidence within its never-ending shadows...
And I became part of the darkness. Cold and still, as I was afraid of what was going to happen to me. until it came crashing down...
A black figure swept across the room and it stared at me with its slime green eyes, and soon it laughed at my fearful self...
"Oh hi PureBlood... how are you feeling today?"
I then turned my head around towards the voice's shadow, and I moaned with agony...
"Who...are you?"
The figure then laid its hand across my face and it gripped tightly onto my throat; it's cold, sharp fingers, digging into my body's wiring and metal plating as I began to yelp with horror at the painful feeling. And soon, it stopped. And it answered me...
"I am your worst nightmare..!"
And so the lights flashed on, and I began to cry at what was around me. 
The figure was... lockdown! And he had a sharp object in his energon stained fist...
And surrounding him, was his lieutenant, Bloodtrail; now in a wheelchair-like object, for the  wounds that I gave her must have did more damage that I thought... And ahead of the two cybertronians, were these needle like objects, surrounding my very head with a bunch of empty syringes and wiring.
And so, I began to struggle...
"What are you doing to me?! Tell me!!"
Lockdown scratched his metal chin, and he smirked at me with greed; revealing the evil horrors of hell, within his green optics...
"Oh, nothing... I'm just gonna extract your powers from your very husk, and claim it as my own!!"
And he does his grimacing smirk at my now, petrified self...
So I began to cry and I tried to break free with my powers; my optics glowing bright with primus's strength. But nothing would break. Not even crack!! And lockdown laughed at my failed attempt...
"You think you will get out of these chains..? Well, I sorta upgraded them to the point that not even YOUR powers could break them chains..." He looks at me with a small grin.
"...but good job trying though. For now I know that it works perfectly... so then, let's get started; shall we?"
I cry with fear as he, and Bloodtrail moved closer to me. And Bloodtrail interrupted...
"Oh dear sire, I know you would be glad to to do the honors of extracting the life and powers from this mere human's mind, but I should say...May I kill her?.." she looks at lockdown with a promising glare. "... she did paralyze my legs from her raging attempt to extinguish my spark from existence... so could I please do the honors, and extinguish hers; for revenge?"
Lockdown makes a trustworthy smile at her and he hands her the sharpened tool...
"Fine! But make sure she suffers from whatever you'll be doing to her..."
She faces me and her eyes glare into my soul with vengeance... then she jabs the tool right into my lower abdomen, and I scream with misery from the blood-curdling pain...
"Oh, I will my dear sire, and I'll make sure that she feels every inch of pain that I send to her worthless, cybertronian body."

 

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