The Dancer's Game
By: MyNameIsJag
Chapter 6: Dead To The World
Author's note:
I don't own them…but can you just imagine if I did! There is no pacific point in the timeline where this takes place, it's just a story I came up with. I wonder what will happen next! Sexual Intentions Implied. Does contain a few inappropriate words, sorry if you it upsets you. I let my lil sis read this…she told me I need Prozac…thanks sis, love you too.
She can't be gone, it's not possible…but the proof was there in front of him, replaying over and over until it was burned deeply into his subconscious…
The other's were watching the clip for the first time…but he didn't seem to notice them…he was off in a chasm, consumed in nightmare…everyone was moving around him…but yet he felt stuck in time…frozen forever in the moment of his unbearable dream come true…
He didn't come out of his shock until he heard someone calling out to him, "Bumblebee…Bumblebee…BUMBLEBEE!"
He blinked and slowly turned to the voice, Optimus was staring down at him like he had lost his processor, the bot just looked away back at the TV that once more showed the horrid ballet…
The others didn't say anything as he slowly stood up from the makeshift couch, he didn't bother to look at them…it wouldn't matter if he did or not…he would have seen right through them anyway…the world had gone dead in his optics…and so had he…
"I'm…going…to lie down…" His voice was soft and sounded distant…almost lifeless…but definitely hopeless…
His feet seemed to drag as he slowly walked off to his room, the others looked at each other unsure what to make of the situation…
Optimus looked over to Ratchet, surely he must have some clue on what to do…the veteran just shook his head…
The leader sighed to himself and turned to Prowl, "Anyway we can find her, track her or anything?"
The ninja bot seemed to consider the options for a few seconds, he shook his head, "No…since she's not fully Cybertronian she doesn't exactly give off a signal…or at least one we are able to track."
Silence reigned the room as the realization that she might be gone for good descended into their reality…
She was taken from them, a thief in the night had taken her away, the girl they considered theirs was stolen from right underneath them…
Distress, confusion, and blame were the emotions that smothered the room in it's fog, these few but strong feelings are the parents to darker emotions…like anger and hate.
Why wasn't she safe in her house or at home with them, why wasn't someone watching her, surely her father would have known she was out that late, why didn't he have security looking for her…why would she even be out that late, didn't she know what kind of people were out in those streets at that time, she should have been with them…did she not want to be around them anymore, did they do something to chase her away…
It didn't matter how many questions they had…it wouldn't get her back that way…what mattered was taking back what belonged to them…
Bumblebee…was already past that point…she didn't belong to Starscream, she didn't belong to the Professor, she didn't even belong to the Autobots…no, she belonged to him…she was his since the beginning and she would continue to be his…no fucking Decepticon was going to take her away.
The mech sat there on his berth without any of the lights on…no windows to let it in…the room was drowned in darkness…like that of the mech's spark…
He sat there, his servos laid resting on his knees and his head was hanging, his eyes stared blankly…even though it seemed like nothing was moving…his processor was racing…
Someone out there knows where that damn creep was…or had some idea where he could find him…
He raised his head and glared at the wall as though it had just done something to anger him, he had to find someone…anyone…to get her back…
If the young seraph was brought back to his waiting arms, would it erase the scars that now bore into his emotions…scars caused by a reality that was broken by a simple selfish act…an act that has somehow managed to break the sanity of one's processor…
Is it really love that brings one to do such a thing as to go so far into depths of an underground world just to bring back someone that has caused one to believe that they are theirs as though they are an object?
Perhaps he is like the very same mech that has caused the damage that is now driving him to the breaking point of reason…is it possible to be like the very person you resent…the very being that has stolen the world you have built up over time…or perhaps it's just all insanity…
The yellow mech stood up, a dark look over taking his features as he headed toward the door of his room…he was going to get her back…he wasn't going to be the hero at the end of a game, that lost the one person he loved because he was too busy playing by the rules and saving everyone else…he was going to make his own ending…even if it was against everything he was programmed to do…
Again the question is, is it really love that makes one lose grip of their own reality…or is it the lose of possession of someone that just gives the final push?
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Sheesh, I made him abit crazy in this one! Fans of Bee, I apologize for making him…dark… I didn't mean to make him this crazed… Anyway, thanks for reading, please send in some reviews on the dark Bee persona…I don't know if I should keep him this way or what?