My Life During The Great War Ch. 10

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Warning; A little graphic, energon and stuff

Klick- under a second- second

Breem- 8.3 minuets- minute

Joor- 6 hours- hour

Orn- 2 weeks -day

Vorn- 83 years -year

'Energon ran down the streets of Iacon. Offlined bodies of younglings and others alike littered the ground. A small yellow youngling was there as well, looking at the bodies and energon. The youngling walked by the offlined bodies. Whispers could be heard, some you could understand, and others were just whispers. He walked between buildings and froze. Knockouts' body was lying in the open. His optics were clawed out, his spark was ripped out, leaving his spark chamber empty. His mouth was slightly open, letting energon flow out. Most of his armor was ripped off, claw marks littered his frame. The youngling walked to the offline body of his friend and brother. He fell to his knees and started crying.

"It's your fault."

The youngling looked at the faceplate of his brother. Knockout's empty optics stared at him. His mouth moved again, "I'm dead because of you." The yellow youngling shook his helm, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." Knockout raised his mutilated servo and grabbed the youngling by the door wings, "It's your fault, how much energon is on your servos?"

The youngling yelled when he felt someone grab his leg. He looked down and started screaming. The thing grabbing his leg was the mutilated body of Sideswipe. Sideswipe's legs were gone at the knees, wires were tailing behind him. Energon was coming out of the empty optics, his spark chamber was empty as well. "We're dead because of you." The youngling looked around and tried to run away, but more servos grabbed him. Offlined bodies were all around, grabbing him, and chanting, "It's your fault."

Bumblebee's alarm woke him from the horrible nightmare. His fans were going, trying to cool his frame. He looked around his berth room, wanting someone to comfort him, nobody was there. It's been like that since Bee got his own room. It seemed like the Optimus just forgot about him. Bumblebee sighed and got off his berth; that was the third nightmare during recharge today. He walked out of his berth room and went to the rec. room. Bee hated going to the rec. room, bots yelled at him when there were no officers around, but the energon dispenser was in the rec. room so everyday he went there. Everyday he was yelled at, everyday it hurt; everyday he never said anything to anybody.

Bee entered the rec. room, his optics widen and his door wings went up in surprise. Standing right in front of the energon dispenser was Ultra Magnus, the second in command. He was drinking energon and talking to a few bots. Even though Bee has never seen the commander, the youngling has read about him in data pads.

Ultra Magnus turned around and looked at him, "You are the sparkling?" Bumblebee was used to that name. He was still small for his age, even though he was drinking a lot of energon. "I'm a youngling." Bumblebee's door wings went down when the commander narrowed his optics in rage. "It's sir. It seems no one taught you respect, sparkling." The bots behind him walked to a table and started whispering. "You never speak to an officer like that, especially to me." He drank the rest of his energon and put the cube away. "Today is the first day of your training; luckily I'm your teacher."

Bumblebee was confused, "Optimus said Ironhide would be training me." Magnus ignored what the youngling said, "Be in the training room in thirty Breems sparkling." The commander walked out of the rec. room. Bee sighed, today was going to suck. He walked over to the dispenser and climbed to it. No one helped him to the energon, they just laughed at him. Bee learned fast to hide your emotions in front of other bots, they feed off your fear and hurt. In front of other bots he was happy, always smiling, never sad, but inside he was crying and the evil voice would never shut up.

Bee got a small cube of energon and sat on the edge of the counter and drank his energon. Ratchet said he needed to drink two small cubes of energon each morning and night. This energon was better for his frame then the energon he drank when he lived on the streets. He drank his two cubes and jumped down. Bee was almost out the door when someone grabbed his door wings. He curled up in a ball. He was turned around to face the bot. Bumblebee looked over the bot; he has never seen this one, but the two behind this bot he knew all to well. They would beat him and after the beating they would bring the beaten youngling to one of the medics. They never brought him to Ratchet; they would bring him to a lower class medic, Bee didn't know the medic's name, but Bee hated him. He never used painkillers; he would make the visit worse then the beatings. The bot would threaten him not to tell anyone about the beatings, saying he would kill him and that no one would believe him. The medic didn't know that Bumblebee would welcome death's cold servo.

"See, I told you." The bot to the right said. The bot holding him growled, "My brother was at the youngling centers. He's dead because the Con's wanted YOU!" The bots behind him started laughing. He threw the yellow youngling against the wall across the room. The other bots at the tables didn't even flinch when the youngling hit the wall helm first. They just kept talking to one another.

Bee grabbed his pounding helm and slowly got up. He heard someone walk up to him and felt someone kick him in the side, he fell to the ground again. Bee opened an optic and looked for an escape route. He smiled when he saw a vent opening a few feet away from him. He faked running to his left, and ran to the vent to his right. He heard the bot curse. He jumped in the vent and started to run.

He had two breems to get to the training room. His helm was pounding and his side was hurting, but he couldn't go to Ratchet, he just couldn't. He found his exit and climbed out. Bumblebee has been in the training room before, but it was always full, now there where a few bots. Some where shooting, others were doing servo to servo combat.

Ultra Magnus was standing by the weapon rack, the commander was watching him. Bumblebee ran to him, "I'm ready, sir." Ultra Magnus narrowed his optics, "I didn't want you here, the base is no place for a sparkling." Bee didn't say anything, but inside he wanted to yell and scream. "You need armor. Tracks!" A blue bot ran up to the commander and saluted him, "Yes, sir?"

The commander raised his hand, saying he could stop saluting "Did you get the armor?" Tracks got a suitcase from his subspace, "Yes sir. Here it is sir." Ultra Magnus grabbed the suitcase, "Thank you Tracks, and go back to training." Tracks nodded and went back to the fight.

Ultra Magnus opened the case and inside was yellow armor. It looked just like the soft armor he was wearing now. "This armor has your CNA in it, once you put it on, it will grow with you. You will never take it off; you might need it at any time." Bumblebee stared at the armor; it was so yellow, and so bright. "You will put it on now." Bee looked up at the commander and then looked around, trying to find a place to put the armor in private. To put the armor on, he needed to take off the soft armor he was wearing. He would be to his protoform, in other words, he would be naked. "Now."

Bee looked up at Magnus, "I can't find a place to put it on, sir." Ultra Magnus crossed his arms, "I said now, right here." Bee was shocked, he couldn't put on his armor in front of bots, and he just couldn't. "If you don't put it on now, I will rip the soft armor off and shove the hard armor on."

Bee turned around and took off his armor, he had panels hiding things down there, but he felt weak without the armor. He quickly put the hard armor on. It was heavier then the soft armor. "Good, now you will learn on to fire a weapon."

/BREAKLINE/

Joors later Bumblebee returned to his room feeling tired and sore. He hated Ultra Magnus, he was cruel to him. Asking things he couldn't do, and then punishing him because he couldn't shoot the target in the center, because he couldn't run faster. He fell on his berth and was ready for recharge. 'No one likes you, because you can't do anything right.' That damn voice again.

"You're lying."

'Kill yourself'

Bee growled, "Leave me alone." The voice laughed, 'I'm part of you, I'm never going to leave you.' Bumblebee screamed, "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The voice laughed more, 'I'm never leaving.'