Chapter 4: A Long Ago History.

Hey guys and gals! Okay I'm really sorry for not updating but I just got really inspired for the rest of the story this last weekend. Hopefully you enjoy and please, I mean Please with a cherry on top, don't kill me yet.

*Builds underground fort somewhere and hides*

Enjoy!

Prowl twisted and turned lightly on the soft but unfamiliar material. He couldn't place where he had felt this but he was absolutely sure that he had felt it before. His CPU tried to find a touch that wasn't there, something recognizable. Finally Prowl online his optics to see a deep blue blanket. He turned on his abdomen plating and got a close up view of a grey wall. He twisted to his left to spot a partially open door, light came through the open crack. His doorwings twisted in curiosity.

Prowl stayed on the makeshift berth, really just being lazy. He sat up and stretched his neck cables to ware off any stiffness. He stood up, stretched his frame and doorwings. He walked softly toward the partially open doorway. He listened for voices but none came, he pushed the door open and the door creaked loudly as it scraped along the floor. He flinched violently but no one came running or yelling at him, he continued to push the door the rest of the way. Once that was done Prowl turned his helm toward the left to meet only a dead end with a door or two; to the right was the rest of the hallway that led to an open room. Prowl walked right and stopped when he reached the entrance of the open room, he was slack jaw at the room.

The open room was a large circular room with a metallic mosaic ceiling. On the far end from Prowl was a wall and island set of computers. On his left was a living room with two sets of couches and very few cabinets filled with unfinished projects, with the purpose of completion in mind wires had been poking out and reversed engineered computers put aside absently for another task. On the right was a refueling area that had a table and more closed cabinets that occupied the small but comfortable area. In the middle of the enormous room was a, small domed in to keep air inside, fresh water pond set with an organic tree settled in the middle. Prowl went toward the table in the refueling area after he finished being shocked at the unique room. On the table in the room was a lone data-pad. Prowl picked up the data-pad and tapped it twice. The data-pad lit up and on it was an electronic note.

[Hello Youngling,

If you are in need of refueling there are energon cubes your size in the bottom right cabinet. Do take as many as you think will be sufficient to your systems. I will be back in a few (hours) jours.]

'It was unsigned.' Prowl thought after reading the note carefully.

Prowl moved off the chair, data-pad under his arm. He moved toward the bottom right cabinet, placed the data-pad down and open the cabinet to find the energon. He pulled one out, lifted it up and walked over to the table to place it down. He scrambled up onto the chair and lifted the cube to his mouth. As he did this the data-pad changed to a different screen. Instead of the electronic note being on the screen, the screen was split into four sections, each had a title on them. Prowl put the halfway empty cube on the table and instead picked up the data-pad to examine the change of screen.

The sections held names; the one on the top left was titled West; the one on the top right was titled East; the bottom left titled North; the bottom right had been titled South. Prowl pressed the screen titled East; the screen divided itself into twelve sections on the data-pad screen. He pressed one of the sections and a security feed in a maintenance sewer tunnel was put on full screen. Cyber-rats scurried along the rusted floor of the tunnel in the video feed. Prowl optics glistened with interest and he tapped the video twice to go back to the twelve sections. He pressed another section and saw liquid running through one of the main tunnels. He placed the data-pad down to drink the rest of the energon in the cube.

The screen briefly showed dark spikes rise out of the rushing sewer acid; the shadowed spike headed up stream. Prowl caught this movement in the screen in his peripheral vision and quickly put down the energon cube. He put his full attention back on the screen but the mysterious spikes never reappeared. He stared intensely at the screen, hoping for some show of what was there for only nanoseconds; not anything else showed through the running acids or any of the other feeds.

'I'll have to ask.' Prowl thought as he put the finished cube away. 'Maybe it was that thing that was chasing me.'

Prowl moved away from the table to only stop very still a few feet away. He fell backwards onto the floor. He looked at his leg and finally saw it was bandaged, he was amazed that he didn't feel pain this whole time awake. He scrambled to stand and raced to the table in a hurry. He collected the data-pad once again, ran back to one of the couches in the living room to sit on. He searched through the East, West, and South sections but he didn't find what he looked for.

He whooped with joy when he finally found the right screen section in the North video. On the screen of the data-pad was a video feed of another maintenance tunnel but instead of being empty there was four mechlings moving. They walked forward with confidence and fear but bravely showing the confidence to the others instead of their fear. The video exited itself and another security feed blinked red. Prowl pressed the blinking red section and on the section was peppered static. Fear showed plainly on his faceplates. He checked the section with his friends and they stilled walked unaware. His optics widen as another camera kaput into static again. Two more cameras went out as well but his friends were still in his sights. With each passing nanosecond the horror in him grew and he couldn't do a thing.

Prowl's thoughts raced with fear, concern, and panic. 'Is this thing real close to them? What is this thing?'