*Warning*

If you don't like gory and blood then do not read the first section of this chapter. It's pretty brutal and I know some people don't care for this stuff.

*Warning*

"Now hold still Bumblebee," Elita One said as she strapped the unmoving Autobot down to the table once more. This time with stronger restrains. "This will only hurt...a little."

As she spoke, she used a knife to roughly cut Bumblebee's hip open. His flesh ripped and shredded through the blade so easily as the blade dig deeper into his body. He cried out as it plunged through him. He could hear the tearing of the tissues and his muscles as the blade sliced through him.

"Please...Lita...stop." Bumblebee spat out. Energon dripped from his mouth.

"Now, now, little one. You don't want to be moving through surgery. You easily hurt yourself." Elita chuckled as she completely ripped open the yellow bot.

"Why...why...are...you doing...this?" Bumblebee gasped through his ragged breaths. "What...did I...do…to deserve this?"

"I want to make sure Optimus knows what it's like to lose everything that he cares about. He cares so deeply about you that I decided that you were the perfect candidate. Besides, you are the only one living from the original Prime team. The only one who hasn't died." Elita explained as she set the knife down. She walked back over to the table and grabbed a glove. Putting it on, she continued, "and from what I can gather, you are the only one who hasn't had a death experience yet. Now you must really hold still. I don't want to be grabbing the wrong organ." She said grinning. Elita then jabbed her hand through the wound.

"What do… you...ahhhhhahhhhah! Oh primus, please… Lita...please!" Bumblebee screamed as he felt her tearing out his t-cog. His cries worsened as he felt it being pulled from the connecting cords inside of him. He sobbed as the organ was finally torn from him as his whole lower body went numb.

"Now that wasn't so bad." Elita grinned triumphantly as she held the organ. She gleefully smiled and walked back over to the tools table. Elita set it down and took the gloves off. "And now," she grabbed a pair of sharp scissors and stalked towards the quivering youngling. "For the neck."

Bumblebee stared up at his former caretaker in utter terror as she strapped his helm down to the table. She then tilted his head backwards and covered his neck in numbing gel. Elita took a white strip and placed it in a straight line across his neck, where it stuck to his neck on the gel.

"I know how much you cherish your voice, especially since you just now got it back. But for my plan to work, you need to be silent and I need you to be completely…" she tapped her chin and she fought for a right word.

As she thought, Bumblebee whimpered. His optics were filled with water, staining them red. Tear stains left a red rimmed trail of water down his faceplate. He couldn't believe this.

This was the one bot he had turned to when he was scared. She was always there for him when Optimus or Ironhide couldn't.

When she had died, he had been crushed. Bumblebee had thought that his spark shattered. It had felt like millions of knives piercing into him all at once.

"Please," he gasped. That same feeling returned. But this time, it wasn't because he was sad, but because of terror. His fear for Elita now was something new to him.

Never before had he been so terrified of any being until now. Not even when Megatron ripped his voice box out.

"...shattered." Elita spat. She broke his train of thought. "Sorry Bumblebee, no can do." Elita licked her lips as she put the scissors against his neck, "now hold still. This won't take long." She said as she sliced open his neck, ignoring his screams.

Hours passed. And in those few hours, Elita had completely and utterly tore out his voice, this time, permanently.

But as she had been ripping his throat open, Bumblebee had broken free of the holds, keeping him down on the table. Thrashing around against Elita, he had gotten too close to the scissors.

Elita jerked upwards, with the sharp blades in hand, and had sliced his mouth, ripping through the flesh once again. It tore through the corner of his mouth, sliced through his cheek and ripped his mouth open all the way up to his ears.

Bumblebee stopped struggling as his body went into shock. Energon drizzled outwards, like a waterfall. He dropped down, completely limp, as his entire frame shutdown.

"Mmmm," Elita then smiled wickedly, "might as well even him out."

Optimus drove through the terrain at a blazing speed. He's been driving here every single day the moment he and Sam had finished their talk. Sam was with him as well. Other Autobots drove in different directions with strict instructions to keep their com-links on, just in case they found something on Bumblebee.

As Sam slept, Optimus carefully transformed into his robot form and gently laid Sam down underneath a growing, towering tree. He slowly walked away, scouting the area for more clues. His optics farted back and forth, from side to side. He covered the terrain again and again. He had done this so many times before and nothing had come out of it.

As he walked, he looked towards the lowering sun that was starting to hide behind the mountains. Optimus closed his optics and tried to imagine Bumblebee coming from that way. Running to him, smiling and laughing as he was lifted and hugged from the great Prime. He tried to imagine not a single scratch, bump, bruise, or dent in his young soldier.

Optimus was smiling as he opened up his optics once more, hoping that this were to be true. But it wasn't.

Optimus then stopped dead silent in his tracks as the wobbling, glowing figure approached him from the darkness of the mountains. There was this darkening mist that was feathering around the body. A flowing river of some kind of liquid was trailing behind. It glowed and shimmered as the day dimmed.

He started to carefully approach the being. Optimus unleashed his sword and shield, holding them protectively in front of his body. He could barely pick out the blazing eyes that shone through the mist.

The closer he got to the figure, the more Optimus could see. Now he stood only about one-hundred feet in front of the being. The mist now slowly dying down and the figure came into Optimus's view.

Optimus stared, frozen as he looked at the Cybertronian before him. He was too late. The used to be yellow was now a sickening black that had a darkening purple glow to it. Where his wings had been torn off, replacing them now were two new wings that spiked outwards at dangerous levels. The optics were bloodstained red and seemed to be leaking boos as well. There was a nasty gash on the right hip that was opened just enough for Optimus to see inside. The throat was slashed open and pooling out energon. And finally, the mouth. Optimus was horrified to even look this figure in the face. Where the mouth cover had been, where his faceplate used to be, there was nothing. Nothing except and stretched open, ripped and shredded mouth that stretched back toward his ears.

Optimus felt sick to his stomach as he looked at this figure. He reached one hand out slowly but stopped as the figure flinched back and growled.

"...Bumblebee."

I know that you all have been waiting for me to update. And I am so sorry about that wait. I've had a really rough time right now and I am so grateful that you've been so patient. I also got really stuck on a writer's block so that didn't help.

I tried to give you a five star chapter, so I hope you liked it.

I used the T-Cog from Transformers Prime because I found it really cool how they added that in the show.

I know it's dark but I feel like stories are better when they have a darker theme to them, for action and suspense.

Thank you again for the follows, reviews, and favorites!

Until next time! :D

PS. - if you have any suggestions on what could happen next, please feel free to suggest anything! I will be more than happy to include your ideas, with credit to you of course.