A/N: This story took a little bit of planning, but I think it turned out nicely. Part of this idea is based off the way my own father thinks. He seems to think that scholarships and college are the two most important things in life. Everything else, like art and music, is pretty much unimportant. Well, I don't know about you all, but I think everything is pretty important. I mean, without any of that, what kind of species would we be?
I really did try my best to capture what a certain mech would be feeling after losing another mech who held a particular bond with him. I'm not sure if I did it well, so tell me what you guys think. The more reviews this gets, the more likely it is that I will update faster.
"An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's" - J. D. Salinger
"This school was designed to be the very best for the very best. Without the distractions of unnecessary activities like Art and music, every student who manages to make it in to here will no doubt have a bright future"
"They don't understand"
"He's just your brother. It's not like he was your sparkmate or anything. You'll get over his death in time. You'll be just fine"
::They don't understand::
"Creativity won't get you in to college. Creativity won't get you a job. You need to grow up at some point and start focusing on your work! You need to act mature!"
"I can't give it up"
"Frag it, why can't you just grow up? These pranks are slagging pointless and hindering everyone! Why don't you act your age like everyone else?"
::I can't give it up::
Have you ever felt that empty feeling, that feeling that you're missing something important? Have you ever felt that something that has disappeared, leaving an empty void in its place. It is a feeling that once obtained, cannot be easily erased. Not many people can ever feel the way you might feel at that moment, most having never felt it before. People take everything for granted, so they find it hard to lose something that would make that much of an impression on their selves.
Not everyone is lucky like most people.
"Sunstreaker?" Sideswipe shrieked loudly, clutching the chest plates over his spark chamber as he fell to the ground. His knees hit the ground hard, causing intense pain to run through his body. That, however, was not the pain he was focusing on at the moment. His bright blue optics widened in shock as he received everything from across the bond.
At that moment, he knew his twin was dead. The pain of receiving an energy sword through the spark chamber hit Sideswipe the moment it hit Sunstreaker, increasing the amount of pain he was already feeling from the severed bond. Sideswipe was terror stricken as he tried to reach out for his brother, feeling the painful emptiness of a dead bond. His spark reacted violently, sending the mech a new wave of intense pain. Sideswipe's optics flashed repeatedly, his whole body jerking.
"Sideswipe?" Sideswipe could barely tell that it was Ironhide speaking, the black mech yanking him roughly off the ground. The faint sound of music in the background told him that Bumblebee was there as well, concerned for the mech's health.
"He's gone..." was all Sideswipe could manage in his current state, the loss of his twin pounding violently against his spark. He wanted to claw out his spark, extinguishing his own along with his twin's. This was the way most split spark twins like Sunstreaker and Sideswipe reacted to the loss of one part. When one was killed, the other one basically wanted to join them.
"You're not joining your fragging twin Sideswipe" Ironhide grunted, kicking the door open in to the medbay as he stormed in with the now limp mech. He ignored the aggravated sounds Ratchet made as he slammed Sideswipe down on to an empty berth, causing Ratchet to gripe even more.
"There's no time to rant Ratchet, Sideswipe just screamed his twin's name before he collapsed. I think you know what that means" Ironhide snapped, knowing he would regret this later. Ratchet's optics widened before he sprang in to action, snapping orders towards his assistant Jolt. Ironhide immediately backed out of the way, stomping out of the medbay as he relayed the news to the other Autobots.
"Jolt, restrain him before he tries to rip his spark out himself" Ratchet snapped, quickly choosing the tools he would need. Jolt was fast to react, the mech quickly fastening restraints to keep Sideswipe from moving. Sideswipe's optics began to flicker before he started shouting, begging for Jolt to offline him. Jolt could only watch him with pity, unable to truly understand how Sideswipe was feeling.
"Frag it, offline me now. Please, just extinguish my spark right now!" Sideswipe begged. His spark felt like it had been ripped in half, leaving him to die slowly. It was agonizing. It was unbearable!
"You're not offlining yourself,"Ratchet snapped, forcing Sideswipe's chest plates open. He clicked at Jolt in their native tone, causing Jolt to disappear briefly. Ratchet began to work inside of Sideswipe, doing his best to ignore the shrieking of the mech.
"Here Ratchet!" Jolt said, tossing an object over to Ratchet. The medic expertly caught it, not taking his optics off of the mech he was currently working on. Sideswipe's body jolted at the strange feeling, as if something had just turned off inside him. He shrieked loudly again before going silent, venting hard. The pain from before slowly began to leave his body, allowing him to relax. Jolt and Ratchet both vented in relief, Ratchet scanning Sideswipe before closing the mech's chest plates.
"There, you'll be better now. I've closed off the bond between you. You shouldn't feel any more pain" Ratchet informed the mech, gesturing for Jolt to follow him out. Jolt quickly unfastened the silver mech before hurrying out of the room, locking the door behind him. Sideswipe watched them go, venting once more. The pain was indeed gone. However, in its place was a strange void. The mech was silent for a moment before he buried his face in his hands, making several distressed noises.
His twin was gone. His other half was gone.
"Wait, Dad NO! DON'T PLEASE" the girl was in hysterics as she watched her father thrusting her toys inside a large bag. Her face was red and her eyes swollen with tears as she cried, unable to stop the loss of her childhood. Her dirty blonde hair was plastered to her cheeks as she continued to cry, willing herself to run over and stop her father. Her emerald green eyes were covered by her hands as she tried to wipe the tears from her face, finding it incredibly hard.
"Angelica, this has got to stop! You are about to enter the one of the best high schools there is! You need to stop playing with these childish toys and start focusing on your grades! I don't want to hear you anymore" her father snapped, stuffing the last of the toys in to the trash bag. Angelica Lewis watched as he took it out of the room, doing her best to silence herself.
"But Dad, I don't want to go there! They don't have anything fun there! They don't have any art programs at all! I want to go to the normal high school like everyone else! I want my stuff back" Angelica cried, causing her father to grind his teeth. He stormed back in to the room, slamming his hand down on a small pile of papers on her desk. Angelica flinched at the noise, finding it hard to look him in the eyes.
"Angelica, you will fill out this paperwork to the BEST of your abilities. I will be looking over it. You will take the test and do the BEST. You will get yourself in to this school and earn the scholarships you need for college!" he shouted loudly, causing the girl to wince.
"Yes dad" she spoke in a low voice, trembling out of fear. Her father was an incredibly intimidating man, keeping his family in check by using his loud and powerful voice. If something did not go his way, he would make a big fuss about it. He wanted everything to be perfect. He was the dictator of their household.
"Good, now you better have this done in three days. The test is in a week, the very same day we will find out if you pass. And if you don't pass…" he had a dark look on his face, causing her to nod quickly to get him out of her room. Smiling triumphantly, her father stomped out of the room once more, dragging the rest of her toys out of the room. Angelica watched him go, her eyes slowly looking over at the stack of papers on her desk. She really did want him to be proud of her. She always did. However, he was not someone easy to please.
"Why can't my work be good enough for you…" angelica whispered quietly, her eyes darting to the empty corner that had once held her artwork. She had always been an artistic young girl, painting all sorts of things. Her mother had enjoyed every painting she did, being the barrier that prevented her father from doing everything. Now, however, her mother was back to doing her job. She was part of the military, currently assigned to some base somewhere. Her father had taken advantage of this opportunity to make things the way he wanted. With a cry of frustration, Angelica threw herself on to her bed, letting the tears come out until there were no more to shed.
Her everything was gone. She was losing herself.
A/N: Well here you go, the very first chapter of a fanfic I hope you all will enjoy. I myself think I did pretty well. Anyways, don't forget to review and give me feedback. I enjoy every bit of it (Not only does it tell me you like it, but it also helps me improve my writing).