Note: A little rewriting bug got a hold of me. So to see if I could do it – I did it.

This is 'version 3' – more detail, more angst… And now I tell the story of the despair and healing of those left behind.. Those that feel responsible for all the pain that the young mechs shall go through..

I am archiving 'version 2' of Beauty Within on AFF. It's now even more gruesome in detail. A pure 'MA' version.. (anime.?no600045474 )… So if you just love the more explicit version, go on over and read it there..

No, the BB plot didn't change, neither did the chapters. Just the perspective that the story teller narrates from is different. It's been a fun and challenging thing to write!

Beauty Within

Preface: G1. Bumblebee has been captured by the Decepticons and is now trapped on their ship as they patrol the Galaxy.

Terror

"He, he.. It's our turn for a little fun - wouldn't ya say Frenzy?" Bumblebee heard Rumble snicker as the Decepticons came waltzing into his cell.

His brother nodded in agreement, grinning sadistically as his optics roved over the half-naked Autobot.

Bumblebee huddled against the wall in terror. Much of his sensitive circuits were bare, exposed for all to see – as Con after Con had ripped portions of his armor off as they had enjoyed their turns torturing him. He winced as the torn circuits on his aft, scraped the bulkhead. How much more he could stand, he didn't know… He just wanted to be off-lined.. Now.. Please.. Before any more.. Looking up at the two cons approaching him, he shrank against the wall.. His optics pleading with them for mercy..

Frenzy strode up to him, kicking him hard in his crotch. Both small Cons shrieking in laughter as the Autobot moaned in agony and curled up in a ball. Grabbing the small yellow mech's shoulders, Rumble threw him face first on the ground. Then he smashed him down, sitting on his shoulders to keep him from moving.

"My turn first this time," Frenzy's voice snickered. A flame of searing agony shot through Bumblebee as the mech grabbed some of his exposed circuits and brutally twisted them. Screaming, the helpless mech struggled weakly, trying to get away.

Rumble sat down harder on him. His weight against his naked circuits, keeping him helplessly pinned. "Looks like Bumblebee doesn't like you," Bee heard him snicker. Raising his first, he slammed down on the naked circuits between his shoulders, intensifying his torment.

Frenzy moved his hand down, plunging his hand inside Bee's chassis. The helpless Autobot's optics widened in fear as he felt the mech's hand dive deep into his wiring; twisting and jerking sensitive internal circuits – causing his screams to escalate in volume. But this only made the con more eager to find other circuits to twist, to rip.. Tears flowed freely down Bumblebee's faceplate as his systems heated up in response to the pain… The agony…

He fell deep into the dark recesses of his meta as the torture continued.. His circuits becoming so overworked with the pain sensations that they began to shut down one-by-one.. Soon, he was totally helpless as his motor control nets went offline. But his meta.. His meta wouldn't shut down. Forcing him to endure the incoming data load.. To know what they were doing to him.. To record every horrifying action and deed in the minutest detail…

As his physical struggle ended, his internal struggle had merely begun.. Flinging up his firewalls, he strove desperately to keep them out of his primary networks. To keep his very spark safe from their touch. Again and again, they strove to break through his firewalls. To torture him from within.. To destroy his soft blue spark.. He was weakening. His will to continue his resistance fading.. And with an agonized cry, his firewalls exploded into nothingness. His fragile spark now exposed to their invasion.

Shards of piercing lances of crimson energy coursed straight through his spark. Penetrating deeply into his very meta. Imprinting their victory upon his very soul… The soft blueness of his own life force faltered before them. Trying to run.. To hide.. In the furthest reaches of his eternal prison.. The chassis that he'd been thrust into at animation, to give it the breath of life, had now become a hell that he couldn't escape. The demon sparks of the cons having free rein within him, as they found his whimpering spark and surrounded it with the fire of agony. Then the blessed cold blackness fell upon them as they left.

Faintly, he felt them shift his chassis, position him for another round of agony. He had no will to struggle now.. Could not even muster even the weakest of firewalls.. Again, his chassis became a prison of the living hell his spark was forced to endure.. He cried out in agony as every system seemed to be on fire.. His very self melting.. His vocal processors overheated.. Shutting down to protect the unit from further damage, even as his other systems felt like they were being ripped to shreds by the hot embers of the con sparks flooding through them. Then the black emptiness of the emotional abyss settled over him as the sparks once again retreated from his chassis.

In a surreal reality now, he felt his mouth forced open.. But he was now beyond caring about the humiliation they were now forcing upon him.. It didn't matter anymore.. He didn't matter anymore.. He was just a torn and damaged chassis there for the cons to vent all their pent up anger and energy upon.. The physical pain was not as bad as the internal pain.. His spark began to realign itself within him as it recovered from the battle with the hostile sparks. Even as he felt the physical pain of what they were now doing to him, he somehow felt himself relax. For his spark could at least rest briefly as his chassis now took the punishment.

As if he was listening in on another conversation he heard Frenzy say something about a two-on-one. His chassis somehow felt like someone else's as the cons shifted him into a new position. His spark seemed to leave the prison of his yellow frame then, and he watched what was happening to him as if he was an outsider standing off to the side. But then the firestorm of the hostile sparks swarmed over him, beating him down.. Destroying.. Burning him in an inferno that seemed hotter than the very star Cybertron orbited.

With a final scream of total agony, Bumblebee shut down..

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He reactivated later; the blessed peace of silence met his audios. The cold metal floor upon which he lay in a heap of tortured metal and wiring, seemed to mock his pain.

His blue optics brightened as his motor systems came fully on line again. But then he tensed, his hydraulic pressure skyrocketing as the agony of a thousand torn circuits bombarded his meta in a cascading wave of nauseating pain.

Groaning, he scratched the floor with his shredding fingertips. The sickening shrill squeal of metal sliding against metal reverberated from the bulkheads as he clawed the floor in his agony. Willing himself to move, he slowly flipped over as best he could. The awkwardness of his actions showed the clear evidence to his heavily damaged linkages.

Now laying on his abdominal armor, Bumblebee crawled his way towards the wall like some cyberslug trying to find moisture. As he got there, he curled himself into a fetal-like position and began to weakly sob.. Knowing full well that he was merely waiting for the next coming assault…

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