Thanks for the faves/alert/review. Alrighty, so this is (oh God) where some drama starts and things start to take a nosedive for the main couple. Why am I doing this to my OCs? Because I am their cruel goddess :3 I particularly enjoyed writing this chapter and hopefully you guys will like it despite being kinda sad and depressing to read. Heck even some of you guys maybe LOL-ing into the sun when it gets nasty~ Anyway, drop a review if you like and as always, please enjoy the update!
Chapter 53 Stab
(Decepticon lair, July 25th – 12:20pm)
With a look of sick curiosity forming on his alabaster face, Knock Out silently studied the vial of crimson fluid he held in his claws. For the past two days, he had been observing and examining the exact properties of the blood he had acquired from Blitzwing. So far, it had been somewhat of a mystery for him to identify and locate some sort of pathogen or virus that had instigated his violent transformation into an organic. He had spotted nothing of that nature in the samples he examined under a microscope and the medic was fully convinced that it was a type of radiation poisoning or mutation that the triple changer had been the victim of.
Even with some input and assistance from Professor Sumdac (much to Knock Out's reluctance and misery), he ended up reaching the same conclusions. The pair had failed to procure a remedy as well and they had both wondered if Blitzwing was doomed to remain in his current state until he perished. Yet they were unwilling to confess their collective thoughts with Megatron just yet for fear that he would be severely displeased with their progress and eliminate them. For now, they had decided to take a little break and possibly share any ideas and hypotheses with each other as to how to find a cure for their crazy comrade.
"Okay, so all we can see so far is that he's Human…but he's not…" Knock Out said. He sighed wearily and continued to gaze at the vial of blood. "And you know as much as I do about the Human genome, Professor Sumdac, which is, in actuality, not much at all."
"And we just so happen to be tasked with dealing with something that was absolutely unheard of until recently," Sumdac added. "That's about our luck right there."
Knock Out scoffed. He didn't want to admit it, but he was right. The vain Decepticon still thought little of the organic who had been assisting him but he had built up a tolerance to him. He also found himself developing some respect for Sumdac's intelligence and insightfulness.
"That seems to be right, my rotund friend," he said with his optics still focused on the vial. "Tell me, Professor…how exactly do you think this malady our friend is suffering from will carry on? Will this be permanent and irreversible like a mutation or will it recess but may or may not return in an untold number of stellar cycles like a virus? Or, could it possibly be a combination of both?"
"Well…I'm not entirely sure…"
"Good, me too!" Knock Out cut him off before he could say anything else. "Perhaps the sample we have now is not sufficient enough for us to make any real progress." He grinned wickedly. "We will need to retrieve better samples. Maybe a biopsy will be good enough… An organ would probably be perfect."
The devious tone in his velvety voice and the mischievous, devilish smirk he had on his faceplate had Sumdac convinced that his true and desired motives were nefarious and selfish rather than beneficial and benevolent. In truth, he somewhat pitied Blitzwing and the condition he was in. Although Blitzwing had not treated him very kindly in the past at times, he was still going to do what he could to find a cure. He was also prepared to seize the project himself and continue it if Knock Out was only going to dawdle and ponder over what would be the perfect sample to retrieve.
"I think that's a little drastic and unnecessary," a new voice spoke, heralding the presence of an ally.
Starscream approached the professor and the medic. His arms were folded across his chest, concealing the amber colored glass that covered the cockpit. The seeker stopped a few feet away from them and his raptor-like optics didn't seem to be focused on solely one soul.
"Oh, Commander Starscream, it's good to see you stop into our happy lab and check up on our progress," Knock Out said. "The Professor and I were just wondering about certain things…"
"The blood you have will suffice," Starscream interrupted. "I do not think Megatron will take too kindly with you taking what you see fit from our compatriot's fleshy frame. As his second-in-command, you can always inform me of what medical procedures you have in mind and I will relay them to Lord Megatron for confirmation."
"It was merely a suggestion, Commander. It's not like I would have him in a cage for the rest of his life like a test guinea pig."
Starscream wasn't entirely thrilled with what Knock Out was saying. Like everyone else in the base, he was ignorant of the hidden kinship that bound him and Blitzwing together for their entire lives. He still wanted to keep the relationship very low key and hidden from all but lately, especially since the incident with MECH, he felt his brotherly affections resurfacing. This only magnified when Blitzwing had undergone his metamorphosis and Starscream began to worry about his younger brother as much as he had done in their lost years. Although he wouldn't let anyone know the truth about them, he would still be protective of Blitzwing in his own subtle way.
"It would not please our lord and master," said Starscream. "He still has use for Blitzwing which is why you are working on finding a cure…" He narrowed his optics at Knock Out. "Let me rephrase that; you are working on finding a cure right now."
"So far, we have found out that the Human genome has bonded perfectly with his Cybertronian code," Knock Out explained, showing that he and Sumdac truly did make some advancement. "He is of both species, as disturbing and convoluted as that sounds."
"Can it be undone? That is what matters the most."
"We don't know yet," Sumdac spoke up. "Since he had been infected with radiation from that Allspark fragment, we don't know if it's even possible."
"That's not a good enough answer! You two better work harder on finding a cure or something before things get even more serious! It will not only correspond to Blitzwing but to yourselves!"
Starscream had unexpectedly lost some of his composure and patience. He quickly reminded himself to act as if there was no suspicious link to him and Blitzwing. If they had found out about that dirty little secret, they would immediately inform Megatron. If Megatron had found out that both of them had been lying to him about that, he'd have both of their helms mounted above his throne. As far as Starscream was concerned, he still planned on living for many stellar cycles and trying to overthrow his lord and master yet again sooner or later. The seeker was also fairly confident that Blitzwing wanted to stay online as well.
"Perhaps it is out of line for me to speak out on this, Commander, but what real value does Blitzwing have for you?" Knock Out questioned, raising a brow ridge.
"It is quite simple if you actually used your processor for understanding common sense rather than vanity, Knock Out," Starscream hissed. "If Blitzwing is to remain in that horrid condition for the rest of his days, then he has lost his value. That means that we are short of one bot. That further means that I have more work to worry about. We are all doing our part now and I don't feel like taking on Blitzwing's duties if he should be…decommissioned. That is why I am telling you two brilliant scientific minds to light a fire under your afts and hop to it!"
"We are doing what we can, believe us," said Sumdac as he folded his hands together. "This isn't very easy. This isn't necessarily our area of expertise and we're learning more and more about this along the way."
Starscream huffed and scowled at the both of them. He gave them some credit because he was pretty sure that if he was tasked with solving this problem, he'd be utterly clueless and at a loss as where to even begin. However, he wanted results and he wanted them as quickly as possible. He had trusted that Cynthia would watch over him but he was still a little doubtful and wary of her keeping him under wraps and even controlled. If something had happened to her while she cared for him, he wondered how well Blitzwing would fare without her guidance. The triple changer was no longer as powerful and independent as he was in his true body.
"Very well then," he said, deciding that Sumdac's reply was the best answer he was going to get for now. "But we had better see some results shortly. We don't have forever, you know. With each solar cycle that goes by, it is entirely possible we are losing chances at curing him."
Turning his back to them, Starscream walked out of the room. He didn't bother to say anything else to them or even look back over his shoulder. The makeshift laboratory's door closed behind him with a soft click.
"I don't know about you, Professor, but I plan on pampering myself when this is all done and over with," the red 'Con sighed. "I can almost feel my paintjob peeling from the stress of this." He sneered at the door that Starscream exited through and raised the volume of his voice. "And it certainly doesn't help with some bots looking over our shoulders and downplaying our endeavors!"
(Daufuskie Island, 12:30pm)
Once again, it seemed as if the family had segregated into their usual sects. The two older Prestons decided to have lunch at the local restaurant while their children wanted to lounge for a little bit at the cabana. The cabana was adjacent to the restaurant and was actually owned by it so the two groups were in close proximity to one another. After they had done their respective activities, they planned on driving around the island to find a quieter place to relax on the beach.
Blitzwing and the siblings had claimed their place in the corner of the cabana's swimming pool area. The four of them sat on some beach chairs and patiently waited for Helen and Robert to finish up their meal. Three of them were content to get a headstart on their tanning before heading out to the beach later. The odd one out was far less at peace than his companions and he could care less about darkening his skin. He was far more interested in the things he wanted to fulfill in that skin instead.
Impatiently, he ground his lower jaw and continued to stare at Cynthia's placid form on the beach chair. Her eyes were shut and she wasn't aware of his uneasiness even though she sat a foot away from him. Blitzwing eyed the blue and yellow polka doted tankini she wore, secretly hating it. He much preferred to see her in a bikini despite her protests and her beliefs that the particular type of swimwear did nothing to flatter her frame. To remedy the situation, he settled on looking at the exposed flesh below her suit's skirt and her cleavage. With each second that went by, he became more and more restless and yet he kept himself in control as best as he could so he wouldn't end up creating an embarrassing and public spectacle.
When everyone had settled in last night and retreated to their respective rooms, he had tried to coerce Cyndi into doing some sneaky and quiet lovemaking. He was confident that she would be receptive at that point since they had finally been granted a room of their own and some separation from her family members. When his Human love had denied him yet again, he was shocked and a little irritated that she had done this once more. Cynthia had explained that he would have to continue to wait and he'd most likely do so until they made it back to Detroit. She promised him she would do it if he just waited for a week and was no longer under the watchful eye of her parents. Unhappily, he agreed to her terms and left her alone for the rest of the night.
Twelve hours after that denial, his lust still remained. Blitzwing was starting to wonder if there was some ulterior motive she refused to inform him of. He was very sure that she would be more willing to mate with him even more now and he was looking forward to it eagerly. But it seemed to be completely contrary from what he was faced with. Once again, he wondered that if she was secretly repulsed by and hated his new body. His desire was clouding his judgment enough to believe that falsity. It was also being marred enough that he failed to see her parents' presence as the primary and true reason why she refused.
The disguised Decepticon decided to try again. It wasn't like they were both doing something important and busy anyway.
He placed his hand on her arm and ran it up and down the length. A soft smile shone on his face, encouraging himself to be a little hopeful and optimistic. Perhaps she'd give into his persistence and allow him to cheat and have his fun now rather than later.
"Cyndi," Random called her, "my scrumptious, lovely femme…"
Her blue gray eyes opened up and she turned her head towards his direction. She returned a smile to him.
"I can tell you're buttering me up," she said. "What's up?"
"Please..?" His smile became strained and awkward.
Cynthia exhaled in exasperation and she rolled her eyes.
"Blitzwing, I knew you were dense but you just took it to a whole new level," she whispered harshly. "How hard is it for you to understand that this a horrible time?! You're starting to really annoy me now. I'm ready to tell you to go find a tree."
"Trees aren't varm, squishy and moving," the mischievous personality chuckled childishly.
"No seriously, you need to stop with this. How do you think you would like it if I was this obnoxious, persistent and desperate with you?!"
"I vouldn't have any problem vith it because I vould drop vhatever it vas zat I vas doing." He winked sultrily at her. "Jou know vhat I zhink about it…"
"No!"
"Oh, come on!" Hothead pouted. "Zis is boring sitting in zis chair sveating my aft off!"
Angrily, Cynthia dug through her purse she placed between their chairs. She retrieved her wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill. Then she shoved it into his hand and pointed to the bar.
"Go use those ten dollars and go buy yourself a beer," she instructed. "Hopefully you'll calm down with some alcohol in your stomach. Please get out of my hair."
She lain down on her belly and turned her head away from his direction. Cynthia closed her eyes and tuned him out. There was no desire in her heart to deal with him at the moment.
Blitzwing glowered at the ten dollar bill in his hand. He stared at it with fury in his eyes for a few seconds before he crumpled it up. Rejecting her suggestion, he tossed the money aside and left his seat beside Cynthia. Seeing he had no real place to go to, he ended up going to the bar and took a seat.
The bartender had seen the squabble from the distance and decided to ignore the patron until he decided to speak to him first. He really didn't want to end up getting involved with it or end up angering the man any further. As long as he continued to quietly look at the patron, he could've sworn he had red irises. This sent a chill down his spine and unnerved him. Quickly, he resumed his previous task of retrieving some bottles of beers from the cooler for some other customers.
Blitzwing continued exuding an aura of angriness and frustration and some of the other patrons noticed that. Some cleared away from the area and decided to go for a stroll alongside the gravel road and others tried to ignore him as best as they could. He ignored the nervous Humans and sat stewing in his emotions, not caring that he unsettled others.
For the umpteenth time, she had refused him and it had last been quite some time ago that he was this irked with her. With each denial and refusal, he was becoming more and more convinced that she was hiding something from him and not being completely honest with why she was doing this. A part of him wanted to march back over to her side and confront her about this but he was in no mood to have her angry at him and make his mood even more foul. He was very frustrated that he was cursed with these extremely powerful urges in this new body and she would not help to alleviate his plight. He was very much in love with Cynthia and he only wanted her to fulfill him. Yet with all these failed proposals, he wondered that possibly he'd have to find an alternative. Rape was completely out of the question because he had no desire to hurt her and possibly lose her love. He also saw it was a despicable, petty and lowly way to get what he wanted. A release was all he needed. It would only need to be done once and he'd wait until they made it back to Detroit.
While he had been engrossed in his thoughts, he failed to notice a small group of people observing him from across the cabana. They had not budged at all and they had been eyeing him up ever since he first walked onto the premises ten minutes earlier. Like a trio of scavenging vultures, they had patiently waited and had been praying that he would leave the woman's side whom they deduced to be his girlfriend. Upon further seeing that they bickered amongst each other briefly on some subject, they were fully ready to take advantage of the situation. One of them looked back over at the girlfriend and her other two companions, seeing that their eyes were shut or they were lying on their stomachs so they could begin coloring their backs. The group of women left the table they were congregated at and hustled over to the unsuspecting man.
"Are you okay?" a voice said suddenly spoke right beside him.
Blitzwing wasn't expecting a stranger to speak to him but he didn't jump in his seat in shock. Calmly and coldly, he turned his head to face the owner of the voice. He was expecting just one woman but what really made him jump was that there were three women surrounding him. All of their eyes were on him and he had no clue how to react to this at first.
"Vhat does it look like?" he snapped at them. "I got into a fight vith zat difficult voman over zhere!"
The three women appeared to be about Cynthia's age, give or take a year. One was a brunette, another had caramel blonde hair and the last one had black hair. All three of them had slender builds that they flaunted with their one-size-too-small bikinis. The blonde one had her hair up in a messy bun and the remaining two wore their long hair down. Their bodies were quite tan, giving the hint that they spent much of their time on the beach or at the pool. They were also wearing make up, specifically eyeliner, eyeshadow and some lip gloss. The feature that stuck out the most prominently to Blitzwing was that he thought all three of them were attractive and easy on the eyes.
"That's a pity," the same woman spoke to him. She was the one with the black hair. "We can keep you company while you're sitting here so lonely-like. My name's Verona."
"I'm Paris," the brunette said, setting a hand gently on his arm and lightly squeezing around his bicep.
"And I'm Serena," the blonde introduced herself last.
At first he was leery of these three women. But now, Blitzwing began to see an opportunity presenting itself to him and he was more than tempted to seize it and have his wishes fulfilled. They obviously had an interest in him and he was enjoying the way Paris' hand was on his arm. His posture loosened and became less tense and guarded. A smile crept across his face and he basked in the attention they were thrusting upon him.
"Now I must introduce myself to jou zhree lovely ladies," Icy said, deciding to use them to his advantage. "My name is Johann. I must say it is very nice to meet jou and I am very grateful for jour company. Vhy don't jou all sit down and ve'll chat for a bit?"
"Zis is a bad idea!" Random's voice echoed in his head. "As pretty as zhey look, if ve get caught, ve'll be in big trouble! Cyndi, Mandy and Darien are at ze ozher side of ze pool! Zis isn't right eizher, ve can't do zis to Cyndi…"
"Shut up!" Hothead yelled back. "I don't zhink zat Cyndi even cares anymore! If she vants to be like zis, zhen so be it! Zhese femmes have been far more interested in me zhan she had been vhen I got zis body anyvay! I vill talk to zem, disappear for a little vhile and zhen come back…I'll come up with a good lie."
The three women took their seats next to him. Blitzwing stealthily looked over his shoulder, checking up on Cynthia. She was still in the same position when he left her side. Some guilt churned in his heart but he hoped that perhaps she would feel happy for him that he wouldn't pester her if he relieved himself with someone else. He hoped that she would understand. He would do it once, dump these women, come straight back to the Human he truly loved and never do it again.
(…)
Twenty minutes went by and Cyndi had not heard or seen him since she told him to go to the bar. She half expected him to get bored there and end up returning to his seat beside her. Although she was sick of his begging and she wanted to take a break from it, she still felt responsible for him. A part of her also nagged at her to check on him since she feared he was causing mischief of some sort. Breaking up a rowdy bar fight that he instigated with his bad mood was not on her list of things to do on this vacation.
Cynthia flipped over and sat up. She caught sight of the money she gave him earlier a foot away from where her chair was. Stretching her arm out, she grabbed it and put it back into her purse.
"Oh, man, I hope he didn't walk off somewhere," she mumbled to herself.
"Cyndi…" Amanda said sleepily. "Can you put some sunscreen on my back? I dozed off for a little bit and it's burning like Hell…"
She glanced over at her sister, seeing that she was burnt already. Cynthia cringed at the redness, feeling bad for her. Undoubtedly she was going to need a lot of aloe vera cream to soothe it.
"Honestly, I don't think it matters at this point," she said. "I would say flip over."
Cyndi looked over at her brother to check on him. He had been quiet all day and he hadn't said a peep since they arrived at the cabana. From what she could see, he was staring at something across the pool where the bar was at. Darien's jaw was agape as if he was looking on in shock and disbelief. She traced his point of reference and saw what he saw.
Her stomach turned to rot and she got a horrible feeling as soon as she could see what looked like three unfamiliar women surrounding Blitzwing. She had no idea what to think at first since she was so astonished and confused by this sight. But as she observed it longer, she could see that he didn't seem to be resisting their presence. In her furiously racing mind, that could only mean one thing to her. Her heart nearly burst in her chest when she came to this conclusion and her eyes felt like they were burning.
Without saying anything to her brother and sister, she leapt off her chair and jogged over to the bar. She didn't take her eyes off the three women and her love for the entire time she made her way over. With each second that went by, she felt sicker as long as she continued to look on. Cynthia became more and more suspicious but she also refused to believe that he was actually planning on betraying her and trying to pick up these strange women. She simply couldn't see him intentionally doing this to her. With all her heart, she earnestly hoped that her fear was a false alarm.
She stopped just short of the bar and his seat. Blitzwing and the trio of harpies didn't seem to have seen, heard or sensed Cyndi's approach. One of the women were stroking his left bicep in a sensual and fluid motion and judging from his posture, he seemed to be completely okay with her touch. Another woman was whispering something in his ear and after she pulled her head away, he was chuckling throatily.
That was it for Cynthia.
"What the Hell is going on here?!" her voice was raised but it sounded like it was wavering.
In almost perfect unison, the women turned their heads over their shoulders and locked eyes with her. Cynthia felt a little intimidated by this. The catty sneer in their eyes also made her feel that she was very much unwelcomed. But she refused to stand down before whoever these girls were. They were surrounding her man and she would not let them get away with it.
"Oh, it's you," Serena lazily drawled and rolled her eyes.
"It's me?" Anger filled Cynthia and further emboldened her resolve to not back down. "Excuse me, but who exactly are you?!"
Blitzwing had no idea his angered organic femme was approaching him or standing behind him until she spoke. His eyes widened when she heard the fury in her voice but he could tell that she sounded confused and hurt at the same time. For a few moments, he was hesitant to turn around and face her since he was busy concocting a plan of some sort to get himself out of trouble. Yet her aggressive approach had prompted to react the same way towards her. He was also still angry and frustrated with her for denying him and forcing him to resort to desperate measures. He was fully prepared to shift all this blame onto her so he could justify his actions.
"Cyndi, zhere's no need for zis, jou're going to make a fool of jourself by acting like a child," Icy scolded. He turned around in his seat to face her fully. There was a bitter frown on his face and his gaze was cold. "I'm merely enjoying conversing vith zhese very friendly and unselfish ladies. Jou see, ve vere just getting ready to leave."
Cynthia looked at Paris' hand which was still caressing his arm. A very hot sensation enveloped her face but this was no happy blush.
"Get your filthy hand off of him right now!" she ordered her. "In case you bimbos haven't noticed, I'm his girlfriend!"
"Honey, from what Johann told us, you've been very neglectful and mean towards him," Verona explained. "You see, you have…well I should say had now…a very wonderful man and he's obviously too good for you. So, we've decided to spoil him a little and make him feel good about himself."
At this point, she was beyond furious. More than anything else, she wanted to pummel these women and drag Blitzwing back to the other side of the pool by his ears. She was so consumed by anger and she was simply paralyzed just from the shock of these realizations she was making about this situation. Cynthia still didn't want to believe he really was going to walk off with them to satisfy his desires. She refused to believe that this was happening. It was breaking her heart and it felt as if her mind was being bent and twisted for as long as she was dealing with this.
"No…" she said, shaking her head. "No, no, that's not right, it can't be right..!" She growled deeply within her throat and she glared daggers at him. "What did you tell them?!"
"Cyndi, what's going on?" Amanda called.
The sound of Amanda and Darien's sandals slapping off the concrete came from behind her. The eldest sibling made no move to acknowledge or face them. Her attention was focused solely on the current issue on hand.
Blitzwing's patience had all completely disappeared at this point. He stood up, brusquely freeing himself from Paris' smooth stroking. Maintaining a very stern and equally aggressive stance like Cynthia, he approached her. He stopped a mere few inches away from her and stared directly into her eyes.
"I am going out and I vill be back eventually," Hothead said with a very commanding and tense tone in his voice. "I vill not be bozhering jou and I'm sure jou vill be very happy zat I'll be gone. Don't get in my vay, Cyndi. I'm sick of vaiting for jou and I'm not being put off any longer."
"No, you're not going anywhere because your brother and boss told me to look after you!" Cynthia raised the volume of her voice again. She poked him in his chest with a pointer finger. "You are unbelievable! I asked you to please wait and you couldn't be bothered! All you care about is just getting laid and that's it! You don't care about anyone else and as long as you get whatever you want, that's all that matters! I promised you that after this vacation was done…"
"Jou listen to me!" He had lost his temper and he yelled at her thunderously. "Jou're ze one lying to me, saying jou love me as I am and yet I don't zhink jou're telling ze truzh at all, Cynzhia! I zhink jou hate zis new body of mine and jou just don't vant to admit it!"
"You know that's not true! Why is this so hard for you to understand?! I cannot wait until they find that cure for you because I think this body you're in is making you crazy! I'm not letting you leave either! You're not going off with your little concubines!"
"I vill do vhatever I vant, jou nagging, ugly, unbearable and unpleasant femme! I am sick of being told 'no' by jou and I don't need to listen to jou! I'm going out so stop trying to interfere and being such a nuisance! Zhese femmes look much more beautiful zhan jou anyvay!"
As he was being possessed by his anger and his exasperation, he had no idea just how painful and toxic those words were. Even as an uneasy silence swept over the entire cabana, it didn't occur to him. Practically every single patron present on the premises had heard the couple arguing and had stopped what they were doing to gawk at the fight and see exactly how it would turn out.
Blitzwing then saw a look of agony and heartbreak appeared on Cynthia's face. Her competitive expression shattered and she no longer looked like a ferocious and determined warrior. Tears began to drip down her face but she didn't look away from him. She brought her hands up to her face and covered her mouth with them in an attempt to muffle her cries.
As quickly as his fury flared up and lashed out at her verbally, it suddenly recessed and was replaced by dread and disbelief. He gasped and his jaw dropped. His stomach became heavier and he began to feel sick. At that point, he realized just how hurtful his words were to her. Blitzwing himself was speechless with what he had just said and done to her. Tears were dripping down her face and he was the sole cause of that. The very last Human he wanted to hurt was her and he had done the exact opposite of his wishes. He fumbled with the words in his mouth so he could try to salvage their relationship before it could be ruined even further.
"Cyndi…" Random had replaced Hothead as the brash personality retreated in disgust and self-loathing. "Cyndi, listen to me, okay…"
Then he noticed Darien and Amanda standing behind her sister. Both of them were glaring at him and apparently, they got the gist of what the whole squabble was about. Amanda was baring her teeth at him and she was cracking her knuckles, as if she was readying herself to beat him up for what he had done to her sister. Darien's anger was fused with disappointment. All he could do was shake his head back and forth, his eyes boring straight into Blitzwing's.
"I-I get it," Icy said cautiously and delicately. He couldn't believe he had actually said those things to her and he was now desperately trying to find the right words to say to Cyndi to reconcile with her. "I'm done, I promise, Cynzhia. I vill vait and cause no more trouble, I vill go vith jou and…"
"Okay, you kinda broke up with her, are we gonna go or what?" Serena asked impatiently.
Blitzwing turned to face Serena, Paris and Verona. His jaws clenched into a fierce snarl and his hands curled into fists. The red in his irises seemed to burn deeper and brighter almost as if his eyes were being affected by his extreme anger.
"Jou zhree better get out of here right now or I vill kill jou!" Hothead roared at them.
"Seriously, you three skanks better run right now or I will kick your teeth down your throat and you will be crapping them out for a week!" Amanda threatened them, making her way to the trio.
"No, it's okay," Cynthia said cooly despite the fact she was still crying. "Let them go, Mandy. He can go off with them because I don't care anymore. I am officially finished with you, Blitzwing. Congratulations for breaking my heart because you did a really good job of doing it. You're not worth the trouble anymore. Have fun with your three new girlfriends. Boy, won't they be surprised when they wake up next to you one day and they see the man they just had a foursome with magically turn into a three faced robot overnight."
The three women looked at each other in confusion, having no idea what in the heck Cynthia was referring too. Sure they noticed he talked in three different voices at random intervals but the whole robot comment was just outlandish and unexpected. They also had no idea why she called him "Blitzwing". From what he told them, his name was "Johann".
"Cynzhia, please!" he begged. "I made a very stupid and foolish mistake and I take it all back! I didn't mean vhat I said! Please, jou have to understand zat I'm not quite myself vhile I am in zis state…" Blitzwing placed his hands on her shoulders gently yet firmly. "Listen to me, Cynzhia! I never vant to hurt jou but I see I messed up in a moment of passion and…"
"Get your damn hands off me!" the devastated Human yelled. "Don't touch me, don't talk to me, just get out of here!"
Wanting to gain revenge on him and seeking to cause him even more pain, she raised her foot and kicked him in his groin. He cried out sharply in pain as his voice dramatically rose in pitch, sounding almost like a little school girl. Blitzwing fell to his knees and then crumpled up into a fetal position on the concrete floor. He remained immobile and seized in excruciating agony, clutching his groin and whimpering loudly.
"Have fun with your girls tonight with a big old bruise on your buddy," Cynthia said mockingly.
"I don't think so," Paris objected. "When a guy gets owned by his own girlfriend like that, that is totally unattractive. Some man you are."
"This was a wasted effort," agreed Verona.
The three then hustled away from the cabana and left the property. They felt no inclination to gamble with the firecracker girlfriend and her belligerent sister. They were especially not too happy with the idea of the young blonde woman smashing their teeth in and ruining their allure.
Darien felt the tiniest amount of pity for Blitzwing. He was angry at him for what he had planned on doing minutes earlier but he could entirely relate to the injury that Cynthia had dealt him. All he could do was stare at the pitiful position he was in as he still remained immobile and curled up on the floor. The seventeen year old was still astonished that Blitzwing would even attempt to cheat on his love and yet Darien felt a little guilty. He had seen him study the women before they made it to the island but he didn't tell Cyndi about it. But he justified his own actions and lack of disclosure by assuring himself that he had no idea the triple changer would actually be desperate and sly enough to try it.
"Buddy, do you need some ice?" the bartender asked. He had been watching the fight like all other patrons. Since Cynthia had ended the dispute with her kick, the small crowd began to disperse and people went about their own business again. "I got lots of ice…you might be needing it for the rest of the day."
"He doesn't need any," Amanda scoffed.
Cynthia gave her self-proclaimed ex-boyfriend a baneful and harsh glare. There were still some tears dripping from her eyes but she ignored them. She was more than willing to make him suffer even more but she didn't want to make an even bigger scene since too many people had already seen the couple scream at each other.
"C-Cyndi..!" his voice was so high pitched and strained that no one could tell which of the three personas was speaking. "Vas zat necessary?!"
"Was it necessary for you to run off with those girls, have a little fun with them, come crawling back to me and then suddenly act like a civilized and patient human being?" she shot back.
"Cyndi, I don't wanna say this but how're Mom and Dad gonna react to this?" Darien said softly, wringing his hands anxiously. "We have to go along as if everything is okay…we can't let them know anything is wrong."
Cynthia hardened the intensity of her gaze. She felt no mercy or pity towards him in her heart for what he planned to do. All she wanted to do was abandon him at the cabana and hope that somehow the Decepticons would forget about Blitzwing magically and never ask her what became of him.
"Darien, are you serious?" Mandy wrinkled her nose. "He broke Cyndi's heart! We should tell Mom and Dad the truth and we'll kick him out of the house!"
"No," Cyndi said suddenly.
Both of her siblings and Blitzwing were surprised by the fact she seemed to reject Amanda's opinion. Although she had voiced her choice that Amanda and Darien were not willing to discourage her from making, sorrow still reflected in her eyes. Her arms were folded across her chest and she still refused to look away from Blitzwing. She was very conflicted with her brother's suggestion because her first reaction was to recant the notion and leave Blitzwing to his guilt. She also had no intention to make this problem even more serious and troublesome if she abandoned him. If she did, she would undoubtedly face Megatron and Starscream's wrath. They had tasked her with watching over him after all.
"Zhank jou, Cyndi…" he rasped. His groin was still causing him a great deal of pain. "I don't vant to sleep vith ze alligators..!"
"I ought to just feed you to them," the woman cruelly stated. "Darien makes sense. They told me to take care of you and I will bring you back to them. I will try my hardest to put up with you and deal with your stupidity. Besides, I think I will enjoy this in a way. I will make it my mission to make this as uncomfortable as possible for you. When we get back to Detroit, I am dropping you off at that mine and that's that."
Blitzwing could hardly believe his luck. She would not be forcing him to face the wrath of her parents for breaking their daughter's heart. He would hopefully be remaining in the house and he would not be forced to fend for himself on an unfamiliar island. He thought he was going to receive much harsher treatment for his offense against her. Before the vacation would end and they'd be back at Detroit, he was absolutely determined to win her forgiveness and her heart. There was no room for anymore mistakes on his part. A part of him nagged at him, making him believe that another reason why she didn't want to forsake him completely was because she didn't want to let him go fully. Perhaps she still loved him… That thought alone gave him hope.
"Cyndi…" He managed to sit up at long last. His voice still remained high and childish sounding. "Jou said jou vere going to make zis as uncomfortable as possible for me…but I am not giving up. I tried to tell jou earlier I still love jou. I still love jou even zhough it's possible jou gave me irreparable damage to my more...sensitive areas. I don't vant to lose jou or let jou go. Jou're still mine and I vill vin zis."
"You're wrong," Cynthia shook her head. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have done what you tried to do. You would've waited until we made it back to Detroit. I had every intention on keeping my promise to you and you blew it. Now, you'll no longer get anything from me. You're pathetic is what you are. Falling in love with you was the stupidest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I should've never went off to apologize to you and I should've stayed in my apartment where it was warm, safe and sound. Do not touch me and act all sweet and innocent in front of my parents. If you do that, the next time we are alone together, I swear I will make your hurt again. You act as if my emotions are just things you can put a cheap bandaid on and act as if it's all better…" Some new tears moistened her eyes once again and dripped down her face. "Blitzwing, if you think it's that easy, you are very, very wrong. I'm putting up with you for the rest of this horrible vacation and then I want nothing to do with you. I'll have to see you unfortunately when I go to the mine but I won't talk to you anymore or spare you a passing glance. I'm finished so you might as well give up now." She looked over at her brother. "Darien, help him up. Mandy and I are going to see if Mom and Dad are still eating."
Amanda had no wish to disobey her sister or give her consternation. Obediently, she followed Cynthia as the elder sibling left the vicinity of the cabana.
Blitzwing's heart thumped hollowly in his chest as he watched her leave his side. Just as his words stung her earlier, Cynthia's little monologue hurt his feelings as well. He frowned heavily, feeling like a wretched and worthless piece of scum. At the moment, Blitzwing hated himself for following his baser instincts and not following his head. He had failed a test and challenge that had been instigated by his condition. Because of that, he was losing his beloved organic. The love he felt for her was still very much alive and it was that affection that prompted him to not give up. He was paying dearly already with each step she took and he was certain there was going to be more retribution.
"I'll make up for it," Hothead finalized. He said it mentally to keep it to himself and to the other personalities. "I'm not giving up just like zat! I'm tougher zhan zat! I'm no coward vhen it comes down to her! She doesn't hate me eizher…I don't believe it. She didn't say it and I know she still loves me." The pugnacious personality had trouble admitting it to his other sides and even to himself. "I love her. Ve have only been togezher for a little vhile but I love her too much. I love her enough zat I vill remain vith her until she dies."
In the end, he was hoping that everything would turn out to be alright. There was no room for failure. If by some chance he did fail and she was deadset against forgiving him and returning to him, it would hurt him far more painfully than any femme's denial that he had encountered before.
Oh, and despite the fact I apparently lost a lot of readers for this story and I've being busy with life and my job and a lack of writing spirit lately I'm not giving up on this just yet. Yeah, I know this story is moving at a snail's pace but bare with me. I also know that this story mimics a lot of events that would make one think they are literally reading LIAL all over again, I've still got some other alterations and surprises planned that hopefully you guys will like (granted that you're still reading this story and haven't gave up on it yet and moved onto greener pastures like some others have). I promise that the very ending won't disappoint or be boring.
