Disclaimer: Don't own
Warnings: Decepticons being evil, a real shocker towards the end.
Note: Based off an RP with my friend.
The room was dark when he entered. Not that he cared, anyway. "What took you so long?" Megatron roared, his optics blazing red. Doorwings flattened against the mech's sides as he looked down.
"Forgive me, Lord Megatron." Barricade apologized. "The city's defenses were stronger than I had thought." Megatron stood, looming over the now kneeling mech.
"Is Praxus destroyed?" The words stung Barricade's spark.
"Yes...and I made sure of no survivors." Barricade replied softly. Megatron smirked, walking up and putting a hand on Barricade's shoulders.
"You have pleased me yet again, Barricade." He expected to be hit. He expected to be pulled against Megatron, to get kissed by the tyrant like he has done in the past when plans go well. "I want you to replace Starscream." He was not expecting that.
"What?" Barricade looked up in shock and disbelief. Megatron was staring down at him, smiling from audio to audio.
"I want you to be my second in command." Barricade couldn't help but grin. This was the promotion he was waiting for!
"Thank you, Lord Megatron!" Barricade got up, smiling brightly. "I will make you proud!"
"I'm sure you will." Megatron replied, grabbing Barricade's chin. "Because if you don't..." Metal clashed with metal as Barricade was launched across the room, hitting the wall on the other side. "There will be more where that came from." Megatron abruptly turned, heading back towards his thrown. "Now leave me. I must think." Barricade bowed before leaving the room. Once down the dark hall, he sprinted, leaving mechs and seekers confused.
A few hallways later, Barricade walked the empty corridor, his spark churning in pain and relief. He had lied to Megatron and gotten away with it. He hated himself for believing the Decepticons were good. Hated himself for following the wrong path. Now all he wanted was to get out. But he couldn't. Opening the door to his private quarters, Barricade let out a dry sob.
"What's the matter..?" A weak voice called from the darkness. Barricade looked up and into the glowing blue eyes.
"It's nothing, Pandor." Barricade ordered the lights to turn on. The dark room was soon illuminated. "Are you alright?" Barricade asked, walking over to the two Praxians on his berth.
"We've been better." Pandor answered, doorwings flicking slightly. The femme curled next to him onlined her optics, glancing around the room before looking up at the Decepticon.
"My son.." She smiled, weakly getting up. "When will you get us to safety?" Barricade held the fragile femme close, shaking his helm.
"I became second in command.." Pandor's optics widened at that. "I want to leave so bad...but I can't.." The femme placed her hands on Barricade's helm. "I secretly commed with Prime. He agreed to take me in as a new recruit. But I have to find a way to disappear."
"You mean for Barricade to disappear." The femme replied. Barricade nodded.
"Have you come up with a different name?" Pandor asked.
"Not yet." Barricade looked towards the femme. "Cerca, can you think of one?" The femme tapped her finger to her chin in thought.
"How about taking your grand-creators name? He was a great tactican. Much like yourself." Cerca smiled, remembering her father's braveness in the battle of Tyger Pax.
"What was his name?" Barricade asked. Cerca opened her mouth to answer, only to gasp. "Cerca?" Pandor had gotten up, rushing over to his bonded's side. "Cerca!" Barricade watched in sadness as his creator's bright blue optics dimmed, and her white and black armor faded to a dull grey. "Mom..no!" Pandor picked Cerca up, gently placing her on the berth. "I can't believe it...she died..why?" Pandor wiped the tears from his optics before looking up.
"Her father was calling her." Pandor sighed heavily, placing a hand on his spark. "And now she is calling for me.." Barricade looked up in horror.
"NO!" He cried. A knock on his door alerted him of another Decepticon's presence. "Please dad, you can't leave too!" Pandor placed a hand on his son's chest.
"You'll be on the right path soon enough..." He fell next to his bonded, a smile gracing his lips. "Prowl." Barricade held his father's hand, watching as his second creator died before his very optics.
"BARRICADE! OPEN UP!" A raspy voice called out. Barricade turned around, panic clear in his faceplates. Activating his cloaking device, he waited for the other Decepticon to enter the room before making his escape. Starscream entered, null ray in his hand. "You pit-slagger job stealer!" Glancing around the room, he noticed the two bodies. "Someone's going to loose the premotion!" He sang as he exited the room. But Barricade was already gone. On the streets of Koan, waiting for a new life that would begin when he enters the capital city.
(Present day)
A sigh escaped his lips, looking down at the small human. "I wish you never saw those pictures." Prowl frowned. The female sitting on his desk was staring at the pictures. "Marissa, you have to promise me you'll never tell anyone about my past." Marissa looked at Prowl for a second, not imagining him as a ruthless Decepticon killer.
"Who are the people in the picture with you?" She asked. Prowl allowed a small smile to graze his lips as he pointed to the couple.
"Well, that's my mom and my dad." Marissa pointed to the tiny sparkling in the mothers arms. "That's my baby brother."
"Where's your baby brother now?" She asked. Prowl frowned once more, recalling the tragic day.
(30 Vorns Earlier)
Red optics scanned the room. Mech fluids graced the walls, floors, and ceilings. Barricade moved into the main room, glancing at a small crib in the corner. "Barry Barry!" A sqeaky high voice called through the silence. Barricade walked over to the crib, glancing down into it. A small, blue sparkling smiled up at Barricade, his red chevron and big blue optics covering most of his face. A small doll was held in his tiny arms as his doorwings fluttered happily.
"Hello, Blue." Barricade sneered. The top of his lazer rifle hit the bottom of the crib, causing Blue to look down.
"What Barry doing with gun?" He asked, confusion clear in his big optics. Barricade placed the gun into the crib, determination clear in his optics. 'I can do this. One clean shot and he'll be dead. Just like the rest of them.' "Barry, you're scaring me.." Blue held the doll over his face, fear now replacing his confusion.
"Don't worry, Blue." Barricade held the tip of the gun to the chevron of the small sparkling. "This will only hurt a second." Blue closed his optics tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the crib's floor.
A shot rang out, and a scream followed shortly after.
(Present)
Marissa stared at Prowl wide eyed. In fear, and in shock. Prowl put his helm in his hands, shaking the memories away. "Did...did you kill him?" Marissa asked, walking closer to Prowl.
"No." Prowl shook his head, lifting it up to gaze at the human. "I couldn't bring myself to shoot another innocent life. Especially my baby brother. So..." Prowl paused, placing a hand on his temples. "I shot him in the doorwing. The scream made it seem as if I killed him." Marissa placed a hand on his arm, frowning slightly. "He trusts me now, but before...he wouldn't even talk to me."
"Who is you're brother?" She asked. Prowl frowned again.
"Jazz. He..." Prowl tried thinking of the right terms to make it more clear for the human. "After I shot him, I brought him to a doctor. Ratchet. He changed his appearence. Jazz's name wasn't always Jazz." Marissa looked up, interest clear in her eyes.
"What was his name?" She asked.
"Bluespark." Prowl rubbed his nose ridge tiredly. "Marissa, I order you to keep what you have heard secret." His gaze was stern. "And to burn those pictures."
"But-" she was silenced by a glare. "Yes sir." Walking out, she put the pictures in her pocket, proceeding to head to the Medbay.
Prowl groaned, the voices in his CPU bugging him again. 'Did you tell her about your teleportation ability you got from Skywarp?' 'Why didn't you give her details on the killings?'
"Shut up!" He cried, holding his helm in his hands. "I don't want to think of the past anymore!" Putting his firewalls up, Prowl calmed, letting his helm hit the desk quietly. "Why...?" He asked himself. "Why did I do those things..? A whole neutral city is gone because of me." Tears slid down his face for the first time in years. "I hope no one finds out...they'll kill me if they find out..." He subspaced a small picture. "Dad...you were right about me making the right choice.."
*Gets Bricked* Yea, I know I have an overractive imagination. But I've always seen Jazz and Prowl as brothers. Really though, who thought that Prowl's baby brother was Bluestreak at first? Jazz could of been his twin when he was younger!
And I know the whole "Barricade as Prowl" Thing has been over used. I just wanted to throw my two cents in since I know PROWL IS EVIL.
Prowl*does Dark Knight Vanishing skills*
OK, So reviews will be awesome!