YAY! Another chapter! Thank you everyone for following, favoring, and reviewing! God, it means so much to me!
And sorry for the semi late update. I needed a little break from writing, because that's all I've done this past week. And I needed to think over what to do with this chapter. Be warned, it's going to be another, kind of short one, but hey, my last two were extremely long, so whatever.
And here are some more songs I see fitting with this fic:
I want love (studio mix): Silent Hill 3 game soundtrack
Chop Suey: System of a Down
Through the Glass: Stone Sour
That's all.
Now enjoy the fic:
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So insignificant Perhaps you're happy without me I would have never felt sad at all Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)
Sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away lost
Under the sewers
Maybe flying high in the clouds
So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly
If I had died
You will not hear me say I'm sorry
Where is the light
I wonder if it's weeping somewhere
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well)
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (goodbye)
Goodbye...
Goodbye...
-Room of Angel: Akira Yamaoka
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The corridors were silent, peaceful, and calm. It seemed like a start to a rather lazy day.
Then the thunder began. A loud roar of rage and a crash of violence broke the silence in millions of pieces.
All the Decepticons awoke from their recharge with a start, and proceeded to follow the sound of wrath to the room were a little yellow bot once lied. Megatron was in the door way, which was now torn and ruined. The room looked more like a war zone then it did a resting area. All the Decepticons marveled at the destruction. Something must have happened; something horrible if it sent a normally cool tyrant off the edge of sanity, and into a blinding, violent rage.
"What happened, Lord Megatron?" Starscream asked, thus receiving a hard glare from Megatron.
Though Starscream expected to have his legs blasted away for asking such a question, Megatron instead brushed past him, heading to the control room. The rest of the Decepticons followed him like curious sheep; all of them thinking what he was doing.
Megatron approched one of the larger monitors, typing furiously on the control panel. All of them watched as a video feed popped on the screen. It displayed Megatron and Bumblebee, recharging soundlessly on the floor. Seemed innocent enough. Cycles quickly passed in the footage as Megatron fast forwarded it, quickly playing it back in real-time when he noticed his pet waking from his recharge. Bumblebee was wobbly, and weak from the previous session; no one needed context on what happened previously. Then, the yellow bot stopped. As the little bot watched the sleeping monster on the screen, Megatron's spark pounded hard; his rage circling through his systems. He knew... He didn't have to watch the whole footage to know what happened. But still, he watched, unable to look away. He didn't want to believe he was so stupid to leave the door wide open for him to escape. He wanted to be proved wrong this time, that he overreacted. All those thoughts were hushed, as he witnessed Bumblebee standing, wiping the liquids that coated him, and making a break for it.
The air held the static of the tyrants pent up energy. All the Decepticons took a few steps back, giving their leader a bit of breathing room.
Lightningstorm entered at that moment, confused and wondering. He heard the crashes earlier, but got up at a sloth pace. Hopefully, he thought, the situation would have been cleared. However, seeing his creator in such a furious state, it appeared to be something a little more than an annoyance...
"What... happened?" He finally said, a little unsure of himself. Megatron turned to face him, optics a bright, blood red.
"Shockwave," he barked, "get started on tracking down Bumblebee's signature. Lightningstorm, come with me."
With a lump in his throat, Lightning followed his creator to the corridor. Every thing he did played in his mind, wondering if he was in trouble, what his punishment will be, and hoping to Primus he can at least keep his stabilizing servos this time...
The door shut behind them, leaving the two alone in the hall. Megatron began to speak in a heavy, but calm tone. "You're carrier has escaped, as you can see."
Lightning nodded slowly, relieved it was nothing he did this time. "Alright, so... what's the big deal?"
Megatron was stretching his patients. What was the big deal, he scoffed to himself silently. The nerve of that child! However, Lightningstorm is still young, and very naive still. There was no point in scolding him for saying such. "The big deal, is that we need him back. If you don't know already, he's very important."
"I... kinda know that already," stated the youngling. "I just... I just don't see why it's so important to you. Don't we have better things to do?"
"The thing in, my son, is that there is nothing more important right now, than getting him back."
"But why?"
For the love of spark, why all of the questions?! "Because it is."
"I want to know why. Why can't we just let him go?"
Why can't they? Fact was, all those days of preparing that blasted Autobot; of getting him to conceive, and to keep him contained, would mean nothing. It would all be a waste if they didn't get him back. All those plans for an army of his own offspring would have to go to the pit... That Autobot could be anywhere right now, and that alone would be dangerous. Bumblebee is the only non-con that knew of his location; if he somehow got a hold of Autobot Intel, he may as well kiss all his plans goodbye! It was too risky, but that wasn't going to convince the young bot. Not at all. He needed something that would prick at the innocent parts of his processor; something to tickle his ticks...
"Because not only would that be dangerous for us, but also for you."
Now this intrigued Lightning. "What do you mean?"
"Look at the facts, Lightningstorm. Your carrier won't think twice about putting you in harms way. He could be out there right now, scheming to have you off-lined."
"But... he wouldn't do that, would he?"
"He left you to die, didn't he? That's what I thought. He's weak now, helpless, ill-armed. We can simply sweep him up and bring him back, with no hassle. But if he get's a hold of reinforcements-"
"-then we're in trouble..."
Megatron had to hold back a smile. "That's it. And you know, you would be the first to go. The rest of us will be pent up in the brig, but you... you won't have that luxury."
"And why?"
"Because you are powerful. Those autobot's wont view you as one of their own, but a weapon. And if there is a weapon that is a threat to them, they destroy it. You understand?"
Lightning nodded slowly. "I understand, my liege."
"Good. Now, this will be your first mission. We're running out of time, and we'll need you to help track him down. Once his energy signal has been located, you, Starscream, and Blitzwing will head out."
"Got it, anything else?"
"No, that is all. Just be prepared when it's time."
With that, Megatron re-entered the control room, leaving Lightning to his thoughts. Would Bumblebee really try to kill him? It... it wasn't far fetched. Really, if he left him to die, why wouldn't he attempt to have him killed? Maybe then the bee won't have to face his crimes. Anger swelled in his spark; why did that mech hate him so much? It was Megatron who hurt Bumblebee, not the child! All he ever did was come into the world. Okay, he was the reason that he was captured; he was the reason why Megatron wanted him so much, but was it realy Lightning's fault? Could anyone hate a child so much, just for being who they are?
That Mech doesn't deserve to be free, he thought. Not if it means him being in danger.
What Lightning couldn't see, was Megatrons cloaked amusement.
He was too easily manipulated...
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Damn it... where the pit am I? This would be so much easier if I had a... a map or something... Damn con's, and their ability to fly. I would do anything for a pair of wings right now. ...okay maybe not anything. Maybe do a stupid dance or something. My peds hurt so much... I need to keep moving though. Megatron probably knows I'm gone now.
For cycles now—feeling like jours—Bumblebee wondered and ran, trying to create as much distance from him and that hell hole as he could. Bumblebee ran across the field of asteroids that concealed the base. He must have travled miles already, and the end still didn't expose itself to him. His stabalizing servos were cracked and sore from the sudden increase of physical movement. It's been a while since he moved around this much, and he was no longer use to travailing so far at once. He would have just turned into his vehicle mode, but he lacked his parts (such as his wheels) to do so.
This must be why we transforms... poor Sari, having to walk like this all the time. No wonder she complains so much about her aching feet. I will never tease her again if I make it out of this alive.
Finally, all the effort became to much. He had no choice but to find a safe place to rest.
I can't rest here, I need some kind of cave to hide in.
Luckily, there was a small opening in a asteroid about 600 yards ahead of him. Oh thank Primus! With his last amount of effort, he ran to the opening, jumping in as he hid away from the rest of the galaxy. Being so dark in there, his night vision flickered into action, as he examined the inside of the cave. Already, he noticed something, abnormal. The cave seemed to be carved, not formed naturally. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a crash sight. Diving deeper into the bowels of the asteroid, Bumblebee made his second greatest discovery.
Finally! The Galazy is on my side!
His investigation lead him to an abandoned, war aircraft carrier. With the Autobot symbol on the side, scratched, rusted, and tattered, Bee could safely assume that this had crashed here during the original great war. It was in critical condition, but Bumblebee still hoped that it would run.
Bumblebee hopped inside, weary about what he would find in here. The last thing I need is to see some rusting, dead cybertronians...
Cautiously, he traveled though the labyrinth of hall ways, checking every room for something of use. Suddenly, he stumbled upon the main control room. A smile spread on his face, as he bolted to the largest monitor, slamming his servos on the key pad to turn it on. But without power, it was no use.
I need something to charge this thing... I doubt there's an outlet I can plug this thing into...
Then it dawned on him.
My stingers! They should provide something! Oh, but they're deactivated... but I still have them, surly they're not completely useless.
Quickly, he opened up the control pad, gazing on the forest of wires under him. One of them had to be the main power cord. There wasn't time to fiddle with all of them, testing each one to see if it gave him a left over spark of energy. Instead, he grabbed at random, and stretched it out. With the sharp side of the cover, Bumblebee sliced his forearm open, energy trickling out, as his stinger was exposed. A small tear of pain dripped from his optic, as he hooked the wires to his useless weapon, wrapping it around like a rope.
Please Primus, look out for me just a little longer...
With all his might, Bumblebee attempted to charge the monitor as he concentrated all his energy to his stinger. His optics off, feeling dizzy and light headed as energon continued to pool at his peds.
Luckily, the monitor came to life.
"Yes!" Bee shouted triumphantly. "Now... damn, what was the code? Uhhh... lets see..." Tampering with the buttons, he typed in a series of numbers.
Beep beep beep beep beep...
"Invalid transaction," sang the default voice of the monitors.
"Frag... it has to be something..."
Beep beep beep beep beep...
"Invalid transaction,"
Beep beep beepbeep beep ...
"Invalid transaction,"
Beep beep beep beep beep...
"Invalid transaction,"
Beep beep beep...beep... beep...
"Access, granted,"
There was a small delay, as a second window appeared. Bumblebee's spark pounded in new-found joy, and he gazed into a very familiar room...
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"This is pointless Optimus! I say we give up the search and head back to Cybertron!"
"I can't do that, if Bumblebee is still out there, this is the only place he can contact us!"
"What makes you think he's going to get a hold of us here? You've been searching for him nonstop! I saw he's offline!"
Prowl, Bulkhead, the jet twins, Blurr, and Jazz stood on the sidelines awkwardly, spectating their two Leaders as they argued over the situation. Tension has been high, and it was only a matter of time before someone snapped. Not surprisingly, it was Sentinel who cracked first. He grew tired and irritated at the failed attempts of locating the insect. It was pointless, he thought. They should head to Cybertron and plan for an evasion. Optimus, however, wasn't budging. The red and blue Autobot was determined to locate his comrade, even if it was the death of him.
"He's not offline!" Optimus argued.
"Even if he's not what can he do for us!"
"For one, he can provide us with his whereabouts. You have never been able to locate Megatron before, and seeing how one of my scouts with with him, it could provide us with a great asset."
"And two?"
"Two is, even if you don't care, I do. I will not leave one of my soldiers behind. I refuse to let Bumblebee suffer if I can help it!"
"You're out of your processor! Are we really going to risk our lives for some useless bot!?"
"If Megatron seems to find some use to him, I wouldn't call him useless."
"That last battle screwed up your hard drive! We need to get back to Cybertron!"
"You can go, I'm not leaving!"
"Now lets not get hasty," interrupted Jazz, stepping into the verbal battle. "We're all stressed from this whole thing. Now lets calm down, and think clearly."
"Don't tell me that!" Implied Sentinel. "Tell it to the washup!"
"I know what I'm doing, Sentinel!"
"No you don't! You're the one who was down grated to bridge repair!"
"If it wasn't for me you'd be in the same place!"
"Enough!" Jazz shouted. "This is not the time to point digits, we have something more important to do."
"Now we haven't had a click of recharge last night," said Prowl calmly. "I think we all need some rest."
"Yes!" Jetfire agreed. "We should make to rest. Then all of us don't have to continue with the yellings and stressed feelings!"
"C'mon," Jazz placed calming servo's on the leaders shoulders. "You fella's need it the most."
Silently, the two nodded, and proceeded to head to their rooms. Then Blurr froze.
"Hold-on-just-a-minute-does-any-one-else-hear-that?"
Everyone stood still, listening close.
"I hear nothing but silence," said Jetfire.
"No-no-no-listen, I-think-someone-has-infiltrated-our-base, t-sounds-like-they're-trying-to-talk-to-us."
"I think the stress got to you Blurr..." Inclined Bulkhead.
"No-I-am-perfectly-calm-and-inertly-un-stressed, just-listen-closely."
Everyone listened, intensely, picking up a very faint voice.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Somebody?"
"It's-coming-from-the-control-room!"
"Please, someone answer me!"
Everyone became wide awake and excited as they rushed to the control room. Automatically, their optics fixated on an almost forgotten, friendly face.
"Bumblebee!" Bulkhead shouted happily, pushing everyone out of the way as he rushed up to the monitors."
"Bulkhead!" Bee said, just as thrilled. "Oh Primus, I was worried!"
"You? Worried! We were worried about you!"
"What happened to you Bumblebee?" Ask Prowl, horrified. With the simple excitement of finally hearing from the young scout, no one noticed his new appearance. Bumblebee had become tarnished and dingy, and stained with dust and energon, as well as liquids they didn't identify that decorated the yellow ones bare chassis. His face was scared and ruined, one horn marked with what appeared to be teeth marks. It was sicking, to see someone who was so clean and untouched, to look so blemished.
"You..." Bee stammered. "You don't want to know."
"Where are you?" Then asked Optimus, pushing his way to the front of the gathering crowed.
"I... I'm not sure. I'm in some old war ship, that's all. Other then that, I honestly don't know..."
"That's alright, just stay with us. We're going to attempt to lock on your cordinates. Blurr-"
"I'm-already-on-it." Blurr's digits and servos went at sonic speed, feeling like he's not going fast enough about.
"I'm so glad you're alright Bossbot," Bee said with a sigh of relief.
"I wish I can say the same to you, Bumblebee."
"I'm... I'm alright. I've been better, but I'm okay. I'm just so glad to hear from you."
"Don't worry little buddy," assured Bulkhead. "We're going to find you, and we'll get you fixed all up."
"Alright, alright, this is all spark-warming," said Sentinel bluntly, "but we have some more important questions to get too."
"Oh, why did you have to be there... of all bots!"
"This isn't a time for sarcasm scout, we need information."
Bee breathed inwards a bit; most everyone in that room was glaring at the blue bot, but this was a serious matter. "What do you need to know?"
"Megatron's plans, what do you know."
"Not a lot. I can't exactly gain access to his files."
"Tell me what you know."
"Well, it has something to do with me. That's it. I think Megatron wants to build an army. An army of his own sparklings."
"So Prowl was right," Jazz said. "Okay, now tell us how is he doing this."
"With me. Duh."
"We... figured that much. But we need detail. How is he accomplishing this?"
"I..." Bee remained silent, a shameful look on his face. As Sentinel was about to order him to talk, Optimus put a servo to his chassis, indicating to be quiet.
"It's alright. Bumblebee," Optimus assured. " It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Easy for you to say..."
Prowl decided to step in. He stood in front of the screen, speaking to his friend with much care, and compassion. "Bumblebee, we don't know what happened, and we don't want you to relive whatever Megatron has put you through. But we're concerned for you, and we need to know how serious the situation is so we know what to do. Let us help you, Bumblebee. So you don't have to suffer anymore."
Bee remained silent, watching something unseen by the rest of the Autobots, as his face contorted with anquish. Prowl's spark ached for his comrad. The things he must have endured... the pain he must have suffered.
"Megatron..." He finally said, voice shaky. "Megatron..."
"Take your time, it's alright."
Everyone could tell this was a challenge for the young scout. They all saw the mech stiffen in his sorrow. It was an odd sight for the ones who knew Bumblebee. Bee has always been so open, and seeing him closed off like a corked bottle, was disheartening. Patiently, however, they waited for the scout to collect himself.
"Megatron... Megatron had..."
Suddenly, the feed started to glitch. The audio feed was filled with static as the visuals of Bumblebee's face warped in tormented paroxysm. It lagged between bright white flashes, and the sighs of Bee's body becoming limp.
Before the call ended, all the Autobots witnessed their solder fall, and Sentinel and his team, got their first glimpse at a small, dark figure at the far back, it's blue and red optics shining through the static like an angry spirit.
Then, the screen went black.
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There is your taste at this chapter! I originally wasn't going to end it here, but the rest of it was too long to add, so I figured I save it for the next chapter. Now can you all guess who Sentinel, Blurr, Jazz and the Jet twins saw? I'm sure you can.
Again, thank you all soooooooo much for the support! It always brightens my mood whenever I see a new review or fave, so please, keep letting me know what you think!
Now the next chapter may be short, I'm not planning much for that one. I'm going to try and squeeze it in this week: I have homecoming this weekend so I won't have a lot of time to type this time. However, maybe I can squeeze in two this week! But no promises.
Thank you all so much! And please keep reviewing!