"Um, maybe we should take break." I offered.
Butterfly gave me a strange look; I could tell she thought I was joking.
Now that I thought about it, her stories about what she does at school have been getting more violent than they use to be. Also, ever since she thought she killed John (which I still don't think she did) her personality has been getting darker, especially when around other humans.
She's been reminding me of… a Decepticon.
After all, it was my DNA and Decepticon technology that brought her here. What did they want with her in the first place? Why would she be chosen to have this "weapon"?
I still remember the first day we met… she looked so innocent. She had long, curly, brown hair that went to her shoulders. Even though she hated girly stuff, she still wore very light makeup. I didn't think she needed it, but whatever made her happy.
"Hey, are you okay?" Butterfly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." I said.
I just remembered that I bought her a Christmas present earlier today. Maybe if I gave it to her early she'd get in a better mood than she has been in lately.
"Hey, I think I have something to get your mind off that new guy." I said pulling a box out of my back. "Merry Christmas." I smiled.
She looked at me with interest. I handed the box to her and she opened it, her optics sparkling.
She hadn't looked this happy in a long time. I guess after you thought you killed someone, it's hard to be happy but actually believe that you're happy at the same time.
She pulled the pink butterfly bracelet out of its box, "Aw, thank you. You didn't have to get me anything for Christmas. I really do like it, and that should be saying a lot for something that's pink. And you picked this out yourself?"
"Well Prowl kind of helped… sort of. He's better at those kind of things." I admitted.
She smiled at me, "I promise I'll never take it off." She said transforming into human mode and putting it on her wrist.
I smiled back, I was about to say something when, of course, she got another call.
She sighed and answered it. "Hello?"
"You better get here, NOW!" I could hear her mom yell, even from across the couch.
"Sorry, I got to go. Thanks for the gift." She said as she hugged me.
She waved goodbye to everyone and ran out the door. I felt bad for her, her mom use to sound nice. I hoped that she would still be happy. She said she leaned to ignore her mom now. So she would hopefully stay happy for at least the rest of the night.
About an hour passed and I was, of course, still worried about her. I decided to at least look through her window to see if she was okay.
I went out the door and started driving down the street. As I drove past an old, abandoned house, I head a faint, "N-no."
I transformed into robot mode and hid behind a wall to see what was going on.
A teen girl with black hair tied into a ponytail, was standing there. She had some hair going over her right eye. She was wearing a black tank top that showed her belly, a black skirt, and black boots going up to her knees. She was also wearing a necklace with something purple at the bottom of it. I also noticed she had weird, red eyes.
"Why would you bother with something like that? You know you lost the battle." She said in the same homicidal tone Butterfly had earlier.
Another teenaged boy was trembling across from her. He had a rock in his hand and threw it at her. Unfortunately for him, she easily dodged it.
"Get away from me!" He screamed.
She walked toward him. Something in her hand was shining in the moonlight. I saw that it was a knife. She grasped his arm and stabbed the knife through it.
He screamed in pain and squirmed, still in her hand, which made blood explode on her face.
I didn't know what I should do. I didn't know if I should make a move, or stay where I was.
"You should have known not to mess with me, Mark." She said in a calm voice as she threw him to the ground.
Mark…I haven't I heard that name before?
She looked down at him without mercy. She didn't even look disturbed about the blood and pain she caused.
He made an attempt to crawl away but she didn't seem to like that idea too much. She stomped on his leg and I could tell by the crunching noise that it broke in two.
She was no normal human. No human teenaged girl could ever be that strong and violent.
He screamed in pain. She still showed no mercy. She wanted him to suffer.
She grabbed him by the back of the shirt and lifted him. She stabbed him in the stomach, making blood squirt everywhere, mainly on her. She moved the knife up, making him scream louder.
She kept going until the knife came out the top of his head. She pushed him down to the ground where he laid there, dead.
"Useless humans…" she mumbled to herself.
She turned around to reveal that she was blood soaked.
"Who is she?" I accidentally said out loud.
She heard me, I knew it. She got her knife ready for another kill and searched for where my voice was.
"Bumblebee… where are you hiding?" She whispered to herself threateningly.
She knew my name? Who was this girl? How did she even know it was me in the first place?
She quickly found out where I was. Now that I thought about it, I really had no idea how strong she was or even how much damage she could cause.
She slowly walked toward me. I had to think of something, fast. I looked back at her. She was close enough that I could now see that the mark on her necklace was a Decepticon symbol.
I figured that she must have been one of the Techno organic Decepticons that actually survived and were smart enough not to kill themselves because they were part human. That is, until, I also saw that she was wearing the pink butterfly bracelet that I gave her…
Merry Christmas you guys! Sorry if the story is getting too violent for you…
OH! I'm on the search for a Ratchet and Optimus Prime toy… so I'm sure that you'll be hearing nothing but an exploding fangirlyness whenever I find them… I'm also going to Denver this week and I'll go to Toys R Us. It's really sad when you get more excited than your little brother when you go down the Transformers isle…