I know its supposed to be a Halloween thing but what can you do when your muse comes up with something else better. You can't resist, right?

11 down now and 1 to go. Hopefully by Thanksgiving it will be done.

12. Graveyard

Prowl ran as fast as he could. He didn't care which direction. He didn't even care where he ended up. He just ran, legs pumping, arms swinging, vents wheezing from overexertion. In truth, he was too terrified to stop. He certainly didn't dare look back over his shoulder. Besides, he didn't have to. He could still hear their cackling as they gave chase.

His doorwings hurt badly from the cruel mistreatment they'd endured from the older youngling mechs. Energon trickled down his face from where they'd tried to pull his chevron off. He was no match for them as they were twice his age and height. All Prowl could do was take the punishment and wait for the opportunity to escape.

And when he saw an opening he took it without hesitation.

The leader of the small group had exposed himself to lubricate on Prowl to further the humiliation. Prowl had stuck with quick precision. At the time, he didn't care if it was a dirty move or not by punching the mech's interface rod. It certainly wasn't the smartest thing to do as it only enraged them. Once their leader was back on his feet they raced after Prowl.

Prowl cried out in surprise when his foot suddenly clipped the ground. He was sent skidding hard across the ground. Every circuit in his body was on fire with pain. While struggling to get up, it was then that he noticed he'd escaped into a graveyard. He remembered the youth center's Director mentioning that it was off limits to younglings when Prowl was first delivered there a deca-cycle ago.

The femme seemed to think the Prowl was some sort of hoodlum the moment she laid optics on him and thought he'd vandalize the place just like the others have done. He was nothing of the sorts. He always did what he was told. He was respectful and courteous of others. Knew the rules and obeyed them. He even told the Director when other youngling mechs were breaking the rules.

Now he regretted it for that was what brought their wrath down on him. It was all for nothing too as the Director thought he was lying and punished him by denying him his energon ration for the day.

And now he was here in a graveyard.

"A fitting end, I'd say."

Prowl whirled around at the sound of that tormenting voice. His spark raced in panic as they surrounded him.

"Yeah. At least we don't have to drag his body far to the grave."

Tears filled Prowl's optics. He couldn't even call for help. And there was no way to escape this time. He tried to run anyway.

The first punch stopped him, knocking him to the ground. He screamed when they smashed his doorwings with their feet. All he could do was curled up as best as he could and await death.

It seemed to be taking forever to take him. Until finally he was numb all over and the darkness started closing in. Prowl welcomed it readily because then he would get to be with his creators again and he wouldn't be in pain any longer.

"…you're safe now," a voice soothed. "Shh…you're safe now."

The voice was almost melodic as it lulled Prowl from the darkness. He opened his optics. Through white haze he saw the face of a stranger.

"Are you an angel sent by Primus?" Prowl asked.

The stranger chuckled, "No, I'm no angel."

"Are you my guardian in the afterlife?"

"Well that would be kind of hard to do because you're not dead. Although, I did give you a rather heavy dose to numb the pain. It kind of fogs up the processor too."

Prowl blinked his optics to clear his vision as best he could. He immediately recognized the city's skyline. Dread filled him and he started shaking. A wrenched sob sounded from his throated. He didn't want to go back.

"Oh, hey, it's ok," the mech cooed, cradling Prowl close to his chest. "You won't be going back to the youth center. And those bullies won't ever harm you again. I promise. The youth center has been closed down. All the younglings have been taken to other youth centers for treatment of abuse. Per Optimus Prime's orders."

"Am I in trouble?"

"You did nothing wrong little one," the mech smiled. "I'm going to take you to a friend of mine and he's going to take good care of you by repairing your injuries. You were very lucky I arrived when I did."

"I was ready to die."

The strange mech sighed, arms tightening slightly around Prowl clutching him closer.

"I know how it feels to lose your parents, little one. It hurts. You miss them."

"I wanted to be with them again," Prowl wept.

"One day you will. Until then, you are going to do what I do, take it one day at a time. Your friends will be with you along to way if you need them just as mine are there for me."

"I…I don't have any friends," Prowl sniffled. "They all died to when Praxus was destroyed."

"Well, you do now," the mech smiled warmly. "My name's Jazz. What's yours?"

"Prowl," he sniffled.

"Relax and recharge, little Prowl. I promise you everything's going to be ok."