Hey readers,
This is the sequel to my other Transformers Fanfic, "A Flower Enraptured 'Bee". In order to understand what's going on, you must read that one first.
Summary: Love, gone. Freedom, gone. Labor, unwelcome and forced. When the world you know and love comes crashing down, what would you do?
"'Bee's Radio."
"Talking/Present Time."
"Thoughts/Flashback."
Here's the first chappie,
-Squid:)
It all happened so fast. It was like a nightmare coming to life in my brain again. I couldn't make it disappear.
The Decepticon tightened its grip around to the point it was difficult to breath. My dress was dangling over my upside down body; blood rushed to my face. My body, mind, and voice were screaming. One for Bumblebee, and another for air. Below me people scrambled around for their lives as NEST soldiers poured in from different doors. The 'Cons were grabbing people left and right. Wails echoed in my ears along with guttural growls from both species of Cybertronians.
I remember them. 'Bee's body kept writhing uncontrollably with blue sparks.
They were all doing that, the Autobots, before their bodies kick started to life. My husband (or should to be) Bumblebee's form was charging at my captor and I. His helm shield slid in place on his face as he shot and forced enemy bots out his way. We were at the opening hatch of the hangar when he approached us, plasma guns readied. 'Bee ran full force with his gun pointed at the mech's chest.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." My kidnapper flipped me up right and an unnatural presence of heat drifted onto my bare shoulder. A heated cannon hummed next to my person and made me quake with fear.
"'Bee," I choked out. "He– help." My lungs and bones strained agains the pressure of metal surrounding it.
I was having a hard time breathing now, even in the state of the unknown. I was awake but surrounded by a dark abyss.
'Bee growled, transforming his hands back into balled fists. The sockets encasing his optics narrowed into slits as his eyes burned with a blue rage of fire. "Let my wife go!"
"Or you'll what?" My eyes roamed around the destroyed hangar. Blood was splattered on the floor. Wires and electrical circuits were spilling out the sides of the walls and the ceiling. Decepticons were fleeing the scene with captives, Autobots hot on their tails. "You can't kill me or I kill your slaggin' pet," the scratchy voice sneered.
'Bee faltered. "What do you want with her?"
"I want to finish what my father started, starting with your pet."
…
That's the scene that replays monotonously in my head. It's like a never-ending dream that I can't change. Why does this always happen to me? It's as if fate keeps saying 'Hey, i know your life is going great but i gonna fuck it up'. Sometimes it makes me wish I never had this life... However, I'm captured, once again and I think I'm not alone. Something was grabbing me. It wasn't robotic and it felt like a slender hand. My eyes squinted in the blackness and my hand reached out to the other hand. "Hello?"
It was a moment before the voice of the hand responded. "Da– Dahlia? Dahlia!" It was Carly. Her voice came out in a wheeze. I was relieved to have found another person in this but angered at the same time. This meant she was taken from Sam, who I had no doubt was freaking out. "Grab my hu– hand and pull! Please!"
Unable to see, I tugged hard pulling her body, feeling my torn wedding dress being grappled at as well. Her panting figure fell onto to mine; her chest was thumping vigorously against my stomach. "I was trying to find my way out."
"Out of where?" I asked pressing my body against the wall. I felt her press her shoulder against mine as she did the same.
"I was in a dark room like this one trying to feel my way around. It wasn't that big but it had a large enough hole in the wall for a person to fit through. We should avoid that hole at all costs."
I sighed and as Carly busted into tears. "This sucks!" she cried. "I didn't want all of this! I didn't want any of this shit! I want to go home!"
"You don't think I want to go home too?" I snapped at her in the darkness. "Crying isn't going to get you anywhere so shut it, Carly!"
Her sniffles stifled. "Okay."
"What we should be focusing on is finding a light source so that we can find a way of here—wherever is here."
"You're at my brother's, Thunderbolt's facility."
Light flooded the room after the voice made its announcement. It wasn't of the same voice from the Decepticon that had taken me. The room came into view and it wasn't much to look at. Other than the fact that there was a haggard looking Carly bracing herself against the black wall and a tray of food and water, the room was barren. The walls around us were metal bars and our captor's face leered behind the one we faced. "Comfortable are we?"
"Who are you?" I asked and ignored the first question.
"DawnBreaker."
"Okay DawnBreaker– your name sucks by the way— what did you want with us?" I winced when Carly elbowed me in the side of my stomach.
It snarled. "Eat the slagging hydrating liquid and your energy source out out for you so we can begin already."
"Begin what?"
"The transforming procedure."
"Transforming?" Carly and I exchanged a nervous glance. "Transforming into what?"
…
Health and Human Services—NEST Base
Flowers danced around the room; some singed and other unharmed. Decorations hung limply on the walls, the pews, and the altar. A place where the minister once stood was covered in his blood. His feet were still in the spot where he stood only without its body. The train of Dahlia's dress along with her veil and shoes were strewn across the steps of the altar. All around the room a cleanup process had begun and a somber mood had settled in the atmosphere.
Bumblebee was crouched over the altar, cradling Dahlia's veil in a trembling metal hand; eyes dimmed. Aubrey and Jacob sat on their mother's ripped train with their father's holoform's arms around them—in a hope to calm them or maybe even keep his composure—wailing at a high octave. Sam was in broken pews crying his eyes put silently with his hands folded. Will Lennox was being forced back by Epps as Lennox tried to keep punching a wall in anger. Barricade and Ironhide (a/n: remember I said he wasn't dying in my story) were staring out the hatch at the landing strip sullenly.
Optimus gazed at his comrades in sadness. It seemed that their attacker had come here with a purpose and managed to take all the femmes, both in a partnership with an Autobot or human. Whatever that Decepticon's plan was, they needed to figure it out.
"We need to do something, Optimus," Ratchet said to his leader, who was lost in thought. The large mech met his Medical Officer's gaze.
"We need to get a lock on their location, what Decepticon has taken them, and what that Decepticon's plan is. Bumblebee," the Prime turned to his scout. Optimus could see the activity of the mechanical synapses working in the bot's head. His emotions were running haywire even though it was not being shown on the outside.
"Yeah, Optimus?" The yellow and black mech met optics with his leader. Optimus Prime almost wanted to sigh at how hard his Cybertronian soldier was taking this and about how difficult having this happen to him repeatedly was. Someone as young as him shouldn't have to go through such obstacles.
"You said the leader told you something, what was it?"
"He wanted to finish was his father started."
Will approached the circle of alien robots, a look of determination on his face. "How are we gonna locate them?" Will's wife had be among those taken as was Sam's girlfriend Carly, Bumblebee's wife Dahlia, and Ironhide's girlfriend Priscilla—that in itself is another story entirely.
"Maybe one of them had a cell phone on them that we could track and pinpoint their location."
Optimus nodded at Robert's suggestion. "We start in a few days or until we have enough information on their whereabouts and this Decepticon's plans before we start with the rescue mission." As the Prime began to walk away, 'Bee grabbed him by the shoulder.
"We can't just wait for something to pop up, Optimus. We need to act now." The bug bot's eyes were pleading and fierce with ire and some trouble emotion.
"I'm sorry Bumblebee. We cannot act until we are certain of everything." 'Bee's eyes brightened drastically.
"How do we not know that in a few days they could be dead or worse? We can't just sit here! We're doing exactly what he wanted, we're not stopping him—"
"Bumblebee," he laid a hand on the smaller bot. "I know You mean well and want to save your wife and the rest of the female humans taken. Nevertheless, we simply cannot yet without proper info of our targets, the schematics of the area they're being held at or what their plans are. I'm sorry but we have to wait."
A/N: I know it's short. however it's the first chappie and I did this at like 2:00 am. I'm beat tired, guys. Anyway, this will hopefully be as successful as "A Flower Enraptured 'Bee".
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Hope you enjoyed the chapter,
-Squid:)