|Promise| Chapter 1
I promised him that he would be safe. I promised him that I would give him a chance. I promised that he would live no matter the cost. So now, I held the fate of his little life in my servos. The same servos who had killed so many others in gladiatorial battle. But who was I, this golden uncontrollable beast, to judge his little white and red fate?
"Normal talk"
::Conlink::
/Bond talk/
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Warnings: Violence
(You are reading Thedarkestcon's fictions what's new lol)
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters! I only own the story!
Mech (18 Vorns and above)
Mechaling (Bellow 18 Vorns)
Youngling (Bellow 10 Vorns)
Vorns-Years
Cycles-Weeks
Orns-Days
Joors-Hours
Klick-Minute
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"P-please.. I-I don't have anyth- AKKGHH!"
I snapped my gaze around as a fuel-curling cry spilt the silence of the alleyway. Sideswipe shot his helm to the side and exchanged worried glances at me.
"Sunny? You heard that right?"
I nodded and curled my digits around the energon dagger that was brandished out of my subspace. We had just finished out rounds in the gladiatorial pits in Kaon. 30 Credits for winning. Your life if you lose. As bleak as it sounded my twin and I had little of a choice. 18 Vorns right? We were eligible to join in.
What was there more to lose?
Flamelight and Blackcade were long gone. I never got to know what on Cybertron happened to them. One moment they were there. The next they were gone.
Gone. As in erased from existence.
Bots gotta live. Bots gotta get cash. As much as I liked it Sideswipe ended my discussion if we could just break into stores and take what we wanted. He said to earn it.
And earning it we were going to do.
Another sorrowful shriek erupted and a snarl escaped my lips.
Kaon's gang mechs. No doubt picking on one unfortunate mech that was currently getting slagged. EveryOrn one innocent bot would be beaten, mugged and if their luck was out, killed. I silently cursed under my vent and pointly turned away from the cries that had been reduced to little snivels. Primus be merciful and take them in soon! But before I could turn off my audios from the spark wrenching sound Sideswipe grabbed my forearm.
"Sunny! We can't just leave! Look!"
Well it seemed that the mini riot was just two corners from us. Trying not to frown I snapped my helm behind the wall.
Four dark red-opticed mechs were roughly kicking and plummeting something that they were circling. The biggest looked somewhat like my age. His brown amour was spiked at the edges. His three other companions, two with a visor, seemed to be slightly if not younger than him.
A flash of white and red was flicked up by the biggest mech's claws and thrown onto the opposite wall. His helm snapped back and he slid painfully down a whimper sounding from his throat.
By Primus!
It was a youngling! Not a full or even a half upgraded mech. A youngling!
Judging by the little scraps size I could estimate that he was barley 7 Vorns old.
He had not even gotten his first upgrade!
The youngling shivered as he pressed his tiny form against the wall. He had a grey chevron and white plating. Well it used to be white. He tried to get up to his peds. Run away. Escape. But his right knee joint was messed up. His torso was torn open with energon spilling at an alarming rate. His faceplate was littered with cuts and a gash met his cheek cutting a jagged laceration till his right optic.
Sideswipe's optics became as wide as saucers as the mechs advanced to the downed bot.
"Sunny! They... Primus!"
One of the visored menaces grabbed the badly dented youngling and heaved him to his peds. His cronies pinned his both his servos onto the dusty ground on each side of his body as the lead brown mech came up to him again.
He sneered and jerked the white bot's helm up.
The visored bot drew back his spiked knuckle and jabbed it into his lower torso. The youngling cried out as the tormentor slowly tore through his already broken form. Energon pooled under his peds from his chassis, his wrists, his torso. His cries became short and static as fluid bubbled out of his mouth.
"Scream for me bot! Scream!" Brown glowered as he watched.
Unsatisfied, he backhanded Said white bot on his right cheek. The force dug into the long and jagged gash and shattered his right optic. His helm whipped violently to the side and his optics glazed over, energon dripping out of his mouth. Brown cruelly twisted his chevron and laughed as his audios fed off the shrieks of agony emitting from his young victim.
I had enough. Revolt made my tanks flip in disgust.
"Pit-spawns of Primus! Let him go!" I growled as fury erupted from within.
Brown whipped his helm around. His red optic flashed but his digits remained on the victim. The youngling's optics were dark. Fluids spilling from his mouth, chassis...
"What word in let him go did you not understand fragging scum?!" I yowled and sprang foreward tackling the main mech in a helmlock. He snarled and ranked his talons against my faceplate. Fresh energon dripped into my optics. Anger, Disgust, Fury all rippled into one and boiled in my circuits as I whipped out my energon blade and stabbed it neatly against his side. He screamed and his ped lashed out crushing my chassis. But I gritted my dental and held on to my prize. This monster! This fragging beast!
He will pay!
He tumbled over as I kicked him to the side catching my vent. A low growl rumbled as I tore out my blade and twisted sharply and shove it in deep. A short gurgled gasp escaped him.
One moment he was thinking, dreaming, plotting, torturing, plummeting, laughing.
I dropped Brown and ripped out my weapon dripping in coolant and a mixture of energon and fluids that was plunged into his spark chamber.
My vents came in short cycles. My fist clenched by my side.
And in another klick he was dead.
Just like that.
His form greyed out and I looked away.
I should feel triumphant, glee, longing for more. But I felt nothing. My spark felt empty an hollow. It felt wrong. Horror shook through me as I realised why.
I was so used to destroying a life that I had stopped feeling.
How many have I already killed in the pits?
How many of this must I see before I can fully escape this world of survival?
How many more must I kill to satisfy my needs?
Defend or surrender.
Attack or retreat.
Action and reaction.
To kill or to be killed.
"Dropback is dead!" The visored bot screeched as he tore himself was from my brother's grasp. They didn't out up much of a fight. I nodded to my brother as I saw the look of death in his optics. Enough. We had done enough here.
/Sides let them go../
/What?! Did you see what they did to him?/
The shock sent ripples through the bond but I ignored it.
/We will not stoop down to their level/
I dropped my blade next to the dead Dropback and scurried to the prone small body on the cold ground. My spark reached out of him as I unwittingly knelt down and picked up the little bot. He whimpered at the touch and tried to shift away.
"P..pleas-zzt- don-zztttt hurt-m..me."
I stroked his chevron and with gentleness I never knew I possessed cradled him onto my chassis. Boosting a reassuring pulse out of my EM generator I pressed him closer.
He was so... Cold.
I was done with the pits... Done watching bots die.
My gaze wondered over to Dropback.
Whether innocent or not.
I was going to save him.
"You're safe here I promise."
/Call Blaze! Hurry!/
My brother did not question me. He immediately got to work. I clambered to my peds. Hastily I tried to close up the torn coolant lines in his raw open plating. I clumsily turned off his pain receptors- something that Blaze had taught us before we entered gladiatorial combat. Thank the unmaker that I was actually listening! The youngling jerked suddenly and convulsed in my arms backstrut arching. Instinctively I held him down not wanting to further damage his already bleeding self. The bot's tiny engine revved weakly as he purged out unprocessed energon from his tanks. Energon splattered and I flinched. My digits were already coated with his life fuel.
I watched helplessly.
His helm lopped over, optics flickering unsteadily.
And I knew he wasn't going to make it.
"Frag! I think he ruptured a fuel pump! Primus! We need to go if we want to save this kid! Sunny? SUNNY!" My brother stared at me as I froze suddenly.
Why was I trying to save a lost cause?
I stared at the form in my arms as the bot whimpered pitifully. He was in obvious pain.
Why was I even trying?
Why if it was all going to be in vain?
Why was I doing this?
But I promised him.
I promised that he was going to be safe.
I set my jaw on a thin line.
I wasn't going to break that promise.
"Sideswipe! Run ahead and check for any danger. I can't afford to bump into another gang. Run to the Medbay next to Kaon. You will get Blaze and he will save him."
"I'll make sure he have a chance."