Kay, I'm only going to put a chapter of this every once in a while, just for fun!
What happened to Cyborg and Bumble Bee
Bee's POV
I chopped up the chives and poured them into the simmering pot; I was making his favorite tonight: Beef Stew. He earned it today; we had both had our hands full with the scumbags and villains of Steel City. It had been a year since he moved her to be with me, very sweet of him to give up Jump City for me. LIKe a Romeo and Juliet moment; but it was even sweeter when I finally got into his pants.
Very sweet.
Anyways, it's been a long day, so soon as Sparky comes home from his little greet and meet with some of the other boys, I want to eat and hit the sack for once. I rolled my shoulders and neck, then began to cut the raw steaks. I may not be much of a cook, but cooking for Sparky every once and while makes our little apartment seem just a little more…. Homey.
I was still cutting the steaks when Cy burst into the room in a jealous rage, throwing everything every where.
"You've been screwing Herald!" How did he know about that? I had been sleeping with Herald for only a month by now. I was only sleeping with him because Sparky had been…. Disappearing out looking for criminals more often, like Dick used to do before he and Starfire moved to Tameran. Herlad took me on dates more often, he wouldn't spend more time working on the T-than me. He was crazy, his face red as his robotic eye.
"You've been screwing Herald!" He screamed again as he stalked closer to me, and I just happened to but my knife out and away from me. He kept coming, closer and closer until he 'tripped' and he fell on my knife. I pulled it out of him and he tumbled to the ground, clutching at his circuits, and the oil that was spilling out.
Then something came to me; if Sparky was dead, he couldn't tell anyone else about my affair…. I wouldn't be shut out by my friends, I wouldn't have to hide…. But If I saved him now, he would live on tell everyone about the affair, and I could even be kicked from the Titans.
The decision was easy.
I straddled him and brought my knife into the air, watching his eyes grow wide with fear. Then I brought it down, into his shoulder, then his head, then his hands, over and over and over again. I must have stabbed him 10 times, before I was sure he was really dead. I got off of Sparky, disgusted and somewhat pleased with myself; he really deserved it.
I was now covered in blood and oil, and the stew was bubbling and ready. Sparky's dead body was in my kitchen, so what should I do now? I turned around, poured me a bowl of soup, sat down at the dinner tale, and began to think up of cover story for Cyborg's death.
Well did you like? There will be more chappies, and a finally, when I get around to it. Hoped you like.