The Greatest Lost Prologue
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Primus everything hurt; there wasn't a part of him that didn't hurt. Pain like fire raced up from his left side. He painfully onlined his optics; well one of them, his right optic was cracked and wouldn't online.
It was HIM, anyone but HIM.
The Con didn't say anything, he just looked down at the broken Autobot, and the Autobot looked up at the Con. The Autobot's one optic begged for mercy, he didn't want to be hurt again. He didn't want his protoform to be cut or burned, he didn't want to be kicked over and over until he fell in stasis; he didn't want his armor to be slowly ripped off. After the beatings Knockout would come and fix part of him, he would fix a few broken energon lines, or reattach part of his leg, just enough for him not to go into stasis during the next beating.
The Con growled, the Autobot was begging for mercy; pathetic. He kicked the pathetic Autobot in the chassis as hard as he could. The Autobot flew across the cave and landed on his back, crushing his servos in the process. When he was captured, the Cons tied the Autobot's servos behind his back so he couldn't fight back when they beat the slag out of him. In the beginning he tried to escape but he couldn't fight without his servos; that plan ended when the Cons found out and beat the slag out of him for the first time. The Autobot didn't stop trying to escape though, he tried five more times, but after the last time of trying to escape Megatron himself punished the weak Autobot.
After Megatron's beating he was missing a door-wing and the other one was hanging off his back by a few wires; energon coated his legs from the deep cuts from Megatron. After Megatron's beating the Autobot hasn't tried to escape.
Even if the Autobot did escape this cave, there was no way out of the cave system without going through the energon mine that had mine workers and at least one Deception officer. So the Autobot would be captured again, and beat again. The other Autobots wouldn't be able to locate his signal because he was under ground and the energon blocked the signal as well. So he was suck down here with the cruel Deceptions.
The Autobot was brought back to the painful reality when the Con grabbed him by the neck. The weak Autobot started shaking; he didn't want to feel a fresh wave of pain again. The Con slammed the Autobot on the ground; he smiled when he heard something brake. The Autobot curled up in a ball, trying to escape the pain from landing on his mutilated door-wing.
The Con grabbed the Autobot's injured shoulder and forced the injured bot on his back. The Con sat on the stomach of the Autobot, putting most of his weight of the Autobot. The Cons' optics brightened in glee when he heard the Autobot's servos crack from the pressure. He could tell he smashed them when energon started flowing from under the Autobot and the Autobot offlined his one working optic and had a pained look on his face plate.
"You're going to die here Auto-scum. The other Autobots will never find your broken offlined frame," the Con whispered into the Autobots' auto receptors. The weak Autobot shook his helm in a 'no.' The evil Con grabbed the Autobots helm and leaned close, in the process of leaning down he was cracking the remaining armor of the Autobot's chassis. "Your offlined frame will rot in this cave for the rest of time, you pathetic piece of slag."
The Autobot tried to speak, but he was too weak; all the energy he had left was gone. It didn't help that the remaining part of his voice box was shattered and broken. The Autobot onlined his one optic and looked at the Con, as if asking him why he was hurting him. The Con laughed, he knew what the Autobot was asking. He grabbed the Autobot's throat and started to crush it in his servos.
"It's called revenge Autobot. You killed my brother in cold energon, so I'm making you feel the pain I felt when he died. I let the Eradicons and mine workers have their fun with you as well; many of them have died at your servos. They just want some payback."
The Autobot started to see black spots from not getting enough oxygen in his frame. His frame needed to cool down, if he didn't get the oxygen his frame needed, he could offline. He weakly kicked at the Con that was on top of him. He started to panic, more warnings popped up across his vision. The Con let go of the Autobot's throat, letting him take in air. The Autobot's chassis was heaving, his system badly needed the air to cool him down.
"Let today's fun begin," the Con said darkly.
Hours later the Con walked out of the cave and the Autobot was lying on the ground in pain. Most of his armor was ripped off, leaving most of his protoform out in the open for all to see. His protoform had new burn marks and deep cuts. His last operating optic was now cracked and he was now blind. Everything hurt; everything. His crushed servos were leaking energon and they weren't working. He couldn't move them anymore, they were useless, just like his optics.
The broken Autobot wanted to die right there and now. Sure he been interrogated before, but this was different. This was revenge. The Con just wanted him to be in pain, and only pain; the Con didn't want information, he just wanted the Autobot to scream in pain.
He didn't know how long he just laid there in pain when he heard an explosion in the distance, but he could be going crazy. He started to hear plasma blasts and yelling, he was going crazy wasn't he? He heard foot steps nearby as well. Even without his sight he knew who it was. It was the Con that hurt him in so many ways.
Dreadwing.
The foot steps were very close now, to close for his liking. Dreadwing picked up the broken Autobot by the neck. "Now you will die Autobot. My brother's spark can now rest in peace." He heard gun shots and familiar voices, but he couldn't see anymore.
He felt pain unlike anything he ever felt in his whole life, even worse when he had his voice box ribbed out by Megatron. He felt Dreadwing's sword go through his spark and out his back. He screamed in pain. He heard someone yell his name.
"BUMBLEBEE!"
The Bumblebee felt the sword come out of his frame and Dreadwing dropped him on the cave floor. He heard Dreadwing transform and fly out of the cave. After that everything was silent, no plasma blasts or yelling, just slow foot steps towards him.
"Bumblebee?" The voice whispered. He knew that voice but he was too tired to found out who it was. He felt servos on his beaten frame, trying to stop the flow of energon. "Ratchet HURRY! Bee, if you can hear me, hang on, please hang on. Ratchet is coming to help you," Bee knew that voice. It was Optimus Prime, the bot that adopted him when he was a sparkling. He was too tired and injured to hang on.
He heard Optimus speak again but it was blurred together, it didn't make any sense. He was slipping away. Very slowly and very painfully he was slipping away. He heard Optimus crying, and saying things he didn't understand.
Soon the pain slowly slipped away; Optimus's voice became more distant then before. Soon the stab wound took its final toll. The Autobot scout fell limp against his leader and father.
Finally after what seemed like days of torture by the Deceptions, Bumblebee; the Autobot scout was dead.
A/N…..I know I should be updating WolfBane and My Life During The Great War, but this story will be short. (Hopefully) Maybe a few chapters at least. This story has nothing to do with My Life During The Great War. I will tell you if one of my stories goes with The Great War.
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