Author's Notes: Short chapter. I couldn't put this part in with anything else, I didn't want to eliminate the suspense :P
-Hopeless-
Chapter 7: Squaredance
Whirlwind sat up in bed, rubbing the side of her face as she yawned. It must have been at least 9 in the morning. Her mate was already up and gone. She smiled a little thinking of last night when they had sparkbonded. His spark was so beautiful... She dragged herself out of bed and stretched. She wondered why he was gone, there weren't any major meetings or anything today. She blinked as her internal communications link went off with a loud beep. It was Soundwave.
/Whaddya want../ she grumbled sleepily, stumbling around in the darkness, trying to find her leg armour that Starscream had oh-so-gracefully torn off her.
/Head down to the main floor. We seem to have an unexpected guest./ Whirlwind snorted and rolled her optics, abruptly shutting off the com link as she snapped some of her armour back into place on her thigh. She walked out of the room to find that the halls were completely deserted. That's strange, she thought. Normally this floor was busy in the morning. As she passed the med bay she remembered she'd have to pick up Stormbringer soon. She quickly ot into an empty elevator and reached the ground floor, the elevator doors whooshing open.
"HOLD HIM STEADY!" She was confused as shouting was the first thing to meet her audios. She walked out and found the floor was crowded. Several mechs were shouting and a couple were wounded from some source. Frantic shouts echoed across the room. "Get him down, now! The sedative wore off!" She heard the screeching of her mate. She slid through the crowd to find four or five mechs along with Starscream clutching on to a yellow mech... Bumblebee. What the frag was he doing here?
Bumblebee looked up as he tried to pry a set of fingers off his arms, kicking and writhing in the grasp of several Seekers. His optics met those of Whirlwind's. "Whirlwind!" He shouted desperately. Starscream finally found a syringe full of greenish liquid which was a very strong sedative. The young Autobot cried out as Starscream plunged the syringe into Bee's neck, hitting an energon stream in his neck, the sedative making Bumblebee lock up, optics going offline. "You can let go of him now." Starscream commanded the others. Bumblebee was dropped on the floor. Starscream turned to Whirlwind. He was angry.
"We'll be taking him in for questioning." Starscream snarled.
Whirlwind looked shocked. Why in the name of Primus did Starscream kidnap him and bring him here? Unless...
"Yesterday I tracked your energy signal and found you with this scrapheap. What the pit is going on here?" Starscream barked.
"We were just talking... I was curious..." Starscream was positively raging now, radiating heat.
"What are you? Some kind of traitor?! Did you pull him out of stasis?!" Starscream yelled, living up his name. "I killed him! I know I did... I remember! Why is this Autobot alive?"
"I don't know.. I met him.." Whirlwind stammered. "He was already awake when I got there. I came back the next day, when I figured out who he was by reading up on history. Why didn't you tell me about any of this?"
Starscream did not respond to her question. He looked down at the captive and smirked, eyes travelling back to Whirlwind. "Then I guess he is of no use, after being in stasis for so long, nobody else was there. He'll be terminated tomorrow."
"No!" Whirlwind cried out. "He's my friend! He didn't do anything wr-"
In one swift motion, Starscream's right hand went up and he whirled around with great force. His fist hit the side of Whirlwind's face, causing her to be propelled sideways. She slammed into the nearby wall. Starscream's anger had gotten the best of him. Her cheek was severely dented. Starscream was fuming. "Do-not-question-me!" He snarled. Starscream turned to the other Seekers and some young soldiers. "Take him to the brig. Execution will be tomorrow morning. I'm questioning him first." Starscream snapped, watching as Bumblebee was dragged away. He smirked down at Whirlwind, and then strutted off.
Whirlwind groaned from her spot on the floor as she heard Starscream walk away. Anger pulsed through her chasis, and she found she was quivering. Quiverig from fear, anger, and panic at Bumblebee's state. She slowly climbed up, faceplates tender as energon trickled from a cut. Her face was throbbing with pain. She knew what she had to do. Whirlwind was leaving. Taking Bumblebee and Stormbringer with her. She couldn't stand this place now, and she was doubting Starscream's loyalty to her. She quickly ran into an elevator and hit all the buttons, crumpling on the floor as she sobbed into her hands. Her toe was firmly pressed on the 'close doors' button to prevent them from opening at the many stops. A plot was forming in her mind as she wrapped her arms around herself for comfort, tears rolling down her dented face. Reaching the top floor she ran out, ignoring anyone that stared at her tear stained and beaten face. She was unaware of the prying optics as she pushed through the crowded hallway. She knocked on the med bay's door, shouting for Quen to give her Stormbringer. The elder opened the door, and a completely different mech walked out.
If Stormbringer's appearance was human, one would say he would be around 12 or 13 years old. He was a preteen now, past sparklinghood. He was taller, and new battle armour shone where his protoform was. The altmode he had chosen was an F-22 Eagle jet, an upgrade from his paent's model. He had broad shoulders, and his back was arched backward so his armoured chest seemed to be puffed out proudly (which it was). He was a dazzling crimson and ebony mech. He had an areodynamic helm with an ebony visor. His helm was sleek, with long audio receptors that were angled back with sharp ends. He had a defiant smirk on his face as he strolled out into the hallway. His feet were wide, and you could think of it as wearing steel-toed boots. His lower legs were black along with his lower arms and shoulders. The rest of his chassis was a metallic red. No symbol was pressed onto his extra-wide wings yet; he was of no alliance.
"Hello, mother." He said calmly. Stormbringer was as tall as his mother now, and with his next upgrade would probably make him even taller. His voice was deep and smooth for one so young, unlike Starscream's higher pitched vocal processor.
"Quen; you did a great job!" Whirlwind said thankfully to the old medic. He nodded.
"He chose the design, colours, everything. That's one smart boy you have there." The elder spoke before closing the door.
"What happened to your face?" Stormbringer asked, running his thumb on Whirlwind's dent gently.
"Oh, nothing." Whirlwind said quickly, gently brushing her son's hand away. He was so mature and sincere. "I'm so proud of you."
Stormbringer beamed at his mother's approval. "I'm still the annoying young sparkling you love."
"Really?" She smiled, rubbing the top of his head affectionately. He shot glances at a few femmes that walked down the hallway. The femmes grinned at him and then walked away. Whirlwind laughed and shook her head. Of course, his interface systems would register now, and he'd probably become a lot more interested in the femmes that were around the base. "Want to go try out your alt mode for a few hours? I bet I can fly faster than you."
"Bring it on!"
Bumblebee looked around the empty cell as the sedative wore off. The cell was bare except for a door that had no window; the place was illuminated by a single bar of energy on the celing. Two energon cubes were in the corner, and he drank them greedily. After he had guzzled down the energon, he seemed to grasp the idea of what was really going on. He was going to die tomorrow. He shuddered, sitting in the middle of the room, hugging himself as the tears started to come. Just a while ago he'd been questioned. He refused to answer. That resulted in horrific torture, and he now had large wounds all over him, and dents in what remained of his armor. Bumblebee shivered. He'd never see Optimus again, or Hot Rod, or Prowl, or the twins, or Ratchet, or any of the fembots... He'd never get the chance to actually date Optimus, or love him again. He buried his head into his arm. He felt hopelessly alone, like when he had been the only Autobot on earth. Waves of grief came over his processor. He'd die alone. But at least he didn't say anything to the Decepticons about the Autbots. They had been dumb enough to believe that he was the only survivor. And when they had finally tortured him enough they just left him alone and told him he was going to be dead tomorrow. Bumblebee quivered, and to his surprise, started reciting something from his memory banks.
"The death of one is a tragedy...But death of a million is just a statistic..."
He could remember now. One of his favorite songs, one that always made him feel better for some odd reason. He couldn't remember the name of it or the artist, but he definentaly remembered the lyrics. Shame he hadn't saved the MP3 in his memory bank either.
"But I'm not a slave to a God that doesn't exist...But I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit.. Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
He said, tapping his foot on the floor, remembering the rythm. He stood up, wiping tears away, then leaning against a wall. Maybe he was going to die, but he wouldn't die wallowing in his sorrow. Bee looked around the room. He knew one thing; he was going to try to get out of here.
PS. The song Bumblebee was remembering was 'The Fight Song' by Marilyn Manson. If you haven't heard it, go on youtube and look it up! It's one kickass song.
