Chapter Zero
~Scarlet~
My trine brothers of silver sit by our creators playing with colorful blocks as our creators help them build while teaching them the colors also. They chirp and softly speak some words on their own to our sire and carrier. They are so lucky they get their love and attention while I am stuck sitting in the cabinet because our family does not love me. It hurts and I want to be loved. They severed our bond with me so when I am distressed or weak they cannot sense it. It was beginning to anger while exhaust them at the same time when I was starving or in pain. All of a sudden something fires through the wall near my siblings and creators. I watch as the wall quickly is torn apart by the blast and hitting my creator's backs as they moved quickly to act as a shield over my brothers. Scared of what my creators would do if they found out that I was watching my trine play again, even if they are being attacked, I quickly close the door to my cabinet as quiet as possible. The screams of my trine and creators creates my frame to tremble white hot silent tears run down my face. I curl into a tiny ball wishing it would already end and be over with. Even though I cannot feel our bond, I can hear them screaming as the blade slices straight through their spark chamber, off lining them for good. If feels as if it was I out there and not them. I let out a whimper in pain from my aching spark, wanting to be loved and have my family back. Freezing, I become like a statue as footsteps walk toward the cabinet I am hiding in. The door opens revealing a red mech that is considered being a young mech. He kneels down to my level staring at me with confusion in his red optics. The confusion soon turns into fascination. Although he is fascinated about something, I only notice his red optics that he has just like me! Excitement courses through my energon veins since this is the first cybertronian bot I have ever met with eyes like mine besides my father who does not really count.
"Now why is there a sparkling in a cabinet with red eyes? You should have been playing with your trine and killed with them." Excitement disappears as fear freezes the energon flowing through my frame as it begins to shake uncontrollably. Energon tears of bright blue flow down my face again as I know the end is coming. I begin wailing for my life causing the mech to freak out. Not only do I wail for my life but for the life of my creators and for my trine brothers. It is not fair that they could not live. Why could I not be dead and they alive? "Hey. Calm down. I did not mean to frighten you. I just want to know why you were not playing with them. If I am correct, seekers are usually inseparable from their trines or their creators. And here you are separated from them." His large hand comes toward me, as to pull me out of the cabinet, but I quickly move away from it by crawling down the cabinet out another cabinet door. Wanting to dart toward the empty hall to hide under my berth that is in a small closet, but my legs that are not used to walking period fail me so I am unable to even make it to the hall. Tumbling face first into the metal floor causes me pain as my helm hit it. Tears begin to pool up like one of those energon pools you see out your window and soon they are streaming down my face like an energon river and I am bawling in pain wishing someone would pick me up, but I know no one will come to pick me up gently and say it is okay using soothing words of comfort. No one ever did. No one cares about me. I have always been thrown across the room and yelled at to be quiet. There were times when my sire even hit me while everyone in the family watched. Yet is it so weird that I want my family back even though they did not care about me?
Closing my optics, I let the pain and tears wash over me as I wait for the death sentence that I should have received a long time ago. Why will it not come already so I can join the All Spark and be punished for my deeds? Just then, gentle hands pick me up and soon I am cradled in the mechs arms close to his chest plate. Hiccupping, I look up at him completely confused and still terrified. Will he offline me slowly in his arms? "Hey, it's okay. I am not going to kill you. By the looks of your condition compared to your trine mates tells me you were mistreated. You should be happy I off lined them. Now you will be taken care of." Sniffing, I look up at him with wide confused optics. Why should I be happy? I never cared if they harmed me. They were my family. He chuckles at my expression while walking toward the hole in the wall that I am guessing he made. He must be powerful and that frightens me a little. "Little one, I am going to take care of you. I am pretty sure Megatron will be fine with a sparkling, especially a femme seeker that is white with red optics. You are a special and rare beauty. I think a new paint job and you will be the most beautiful sparkling ever." I look at him still confused, not used to such praises or affection. Why would someone give me such praises and affections when I have never deserved them? Suddenly my optics begin to feel heavy and drooping a little but I fight to keep them open, mostly terrified of what will happen to me if I slip into a recharge. I do not know if I can trust this mech or not. For all I know, he could be waiting for me to fall into a recharge then finish me off. The red mech smiles at me kindly speaking kind words "Recharge little one. No harm will come down to you." Obeying him, I close my optics and fall asleep into a deep recharge curled up against him. His kind words are all I need right now as well as the comfort.
~Knock Out~
The young sparkling, with a faded and scratched frame of white, finally falls into a deep recharge while snuggling closer to my chest plate for warmth. The poor thing has never having been shown any kindness or affection. Showing some affection and gaining her trust will be easy. She will make a great asset for Lord Megatron. Smiling, I head toward the decepticon base where my Lord will be waiting impatiently for my report on the mission he gave me. Entering base, several fellow decepticons stare at me shocked by the sleeping sparkling in my arms. Finally, after walking through many halls, I arrive at the door to Megatron's throne room.
The larger black mech sitting on his throne looks up at me finally glad I have returned but frowns when he sees what I am holding in my arms. "And what is that?! I told you to kill them all!" The yelling wakes the little femme up and she stares at me scared, energon tears threatening to spill as her small frame begins to quake again. "Lord Megatron, I did as told, but after finishing the job, I came across this young seekling in a cabinet hiding, or more like forced to stay there. She should have been with her trine but she wasn't. And her condition is worse compared to her trine. Lord Megatron, may I suggest raising her to be a decepticon. Seekers are rare as it is, especially femme seekers with red optics." The black mech looks at the sparkling before saying, "Kill her." He did not even consider what a great asset she could be for us.
Sighing, I look at the sparkling, ready to finish her off but I find her holding out her tiny arms to Lord Megatron. He looks just as shocked as me. She chirps in a soft sweet pitch with her arms still held out. "I believe she wants you to hold her my Lord." When he makes no indications to hold her, she drops her tiny arms and begins crying. Growing frustrated, the mech takes her from my arms and holds her roughly. She snuggles against his chest plate with a smile on her face. I guess she does not care if he is holding her a little rough and not gently. Megatron stares at the child and smiles as he thinks. He then says in his deep voice, "Perhaps she shall be raised as a decepticon. Knockout, it will be your responsibility to take care of her every need." He hands me the femme who stirs and looks at us. I nervously ask, "And what do you wish we call her my lord?" Megatron looks at the young sparkling in my arms before stating, "Knockout, she will be known as Scarlet." On that note, I leave the throne room and walk to the medical bay.
Inside, I sit the sparkling down on a berth who begs to be picked up. "Scarlet, I cannot pick you up right now. I have to get your frame flawless and painted." She stares at me confused. Of course you would be confused. No one has ever taken care of your frame. And by the looks of your frame, this will be the first time you will receive sanding down to be painted and waxed. As I bring the sander over to sand her old paint off along with any scratches her frame has which is many, she begins wailing loudly. Wincing, I put the sander down and try to calm her down. "It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you." The doors to the medical bay open revealing my commanding officer who is also the second in command. The seeker looks at the sparkling and demands, "Why is the sparkling crying!" Starscream walks over to Scarlet and picks her up, gently rocking her. I stare, shocked by my commanders actions. Never have I seen this side of him and it is scary.
I lean against the wall and explain, "I want to sand her frame down and give her a paint job. She began crying as soon as I came towards her with the sander." The gray seeker snorts, "Of course she would! You have to have someone hold them in order to get that done you idiot!" That's really all it takes? Grumbling, I ask him unwillingly, "Then will you hold her?" At this time, the sparkling has calmed down and is staring at Starscream. The mech smiles at me, a smile that just creep me out and apparently scares Scarlet. She begins crying and holding her hands out toward me. The seeker sits on the berth with her and tries soothing the young seekling while rubbing her back between her wings. I tell her, "Be a good girl for us and I will rock you to sleep with a feeding of energon." She sniffles and shuts her optics tightly, indicating she wants this over quickly and be held by me as soon as possible. Soon the sanding and painting is done along with a layer of wax. During all of this, the little sparkling behaves exceptionally well for one her age. By the time I am done, she is half asleep. I take the newly painted seekling from Starscream who then goes and make a cube of low grade energon for Scarlet. He hands the cube to me, a version for sparklings to drink from. Cradling the newly painted femme, I give her the energon and watch as she gulps it down as if she never had any. I wonder if her sire or carrier even fed her enough. I am so glad I killed them. No creator should ever starve a sparkling. Another cube later, she begins to fall asleep until she finally slips into a recharge. Sighing, I lean back against the chair I have been sitting in to feed her to relax myself. Starscream smiles at Scarlet, "If you need any help, I am willing to help. I am the only decepticon who knows how to take care of sparklings." From there, he slowly walks out of the medical bay and I promise not to let him take care of her if I can help it. If anything, I will learn everything myself and only ask when I cannot come up with an answer. Is that not what all creators do when they first have a sparkling? Chuckling to myself, I look down at the white seekling in my arms and sigh happily. She will be raised with so much love and care that she will be the happiest sparkling that has ever lived.
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I do not own any characters from the Transformers shows. The only one I do own is the adorable sparkling known as Scarlet.