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Despite Lennox's concern, Mrs. Lennox insists that they should still go to the party. They are both pretty rattled by the experience. Lennox from nearly losing his wife and child while Mrs. Lennox is keeping her child close at all times which is why the baby is coming to the party as well. I'm in front of Ironhide's alt mode with Lennox while Mrs. Lennox is in the back with the child. I keep my eyes on the outside world through the window as I block out any conversation. I'm wearing the dark violet silk dress with heels. I've hidden my daggers around my person, two in my hair which is up in a bun. I've left some hair out covering my left eye. I got one dagger on the back of my dress and another in the front, the golden handle swirling out looking like part of the dress. Another dagger is strapped to up my upper thigh above the split. I have my belt that is concealing my other weapons and other tools.
It's not long before we arrive and everyone leaves the car while I look at our destination. A huge mansion on the cliffside with loads of trees around. I watch the sun setting bringing darkness in its wake.
"Not keen to go in?" questions Ironhide.
"I'm not really a huge fan of parties," I admit.
"Neither am I. Yet here we are," comments Ironhide.
"Here we are…" I echo softly.
Here I am. At a party with military personnel while I am among them, an assassin with no target.
"Look, I…. I just want to say something…" says Ironhide drawing me out of my thoughts.
I stop and look at the radio of his interior staying silent.
"….It's not easy for me to say but thank you. You saved Lennox and now you saved Sarah and Annabelle, their precious sparkling," continues Ironhide grateful.
"You shouldn't thank me," I disagree quietly.
"Why?" questions Ironhide in return.
I don't want to be thanked by anyone.
"I don't want it. Everyone can keep their gratitude," I reply.
"Pit femme, can't you just accept it? Why do you make things so difficult?" questions Ironhide frustrated.
I stay silent to him. I know why. Because otherwise, I would be letting my walls down. If I accepted their gratitude it would mean accepting that I've done something good and good is not something I am.
"You saved them when I couldn't. You saved my charge….. my family when I couldn't. Do you know what would have happened to Lennox if anything happened to them?….. Do you know what would have happened to me?" asks Ironhide ranting.
I know what would have happened: Heartbreak, guilty, eternal despair. It would have broke him and Lennox and as much as I don't want to admit it…. It would have affected me too.
"You have my eternal gratitude whether you want it or not, femme," states Ironhide firmly.
"Stubborn mech," I mutter.
"Stubborn femme," retorts Ironhide in kind.
I have to resist the up tug pull of my lips. He's not wrong. I decide to leave Ironhide's alt mode knowing that if I don't then Mrs. Lennox will come soon enough to pull me out. Ironhide's holoform comes out the car too. After all, not everyone knows of the Autobots existence.
As I come out the rest of the Autobots pull up including Bumblebee but there's no Samuel or Mikaela. I suppose it is a military party, they hold no rank and they are not married to anyone in the military so naturally they wouldn't be invited but I'm surprised Bumblebee came without them. They all park up and I can see admiration on the faces of some of those attending the party at the Autobots alt modes. Some military personnel unaware that they are more than just cars. The holoforms exit the alt modes and they are all dressed smartly in suits. Bumblebee looks the youngest, around late teens, early twenties, he's wearing a black suit with a yellow tie. Ratchet isn't wearing his usual white lab coat but a grey suit instead. Sideswipe is wearing a black suit with a black buttoned-up top with a red tie. His changed his hair from dirty blonde to silver matching his alt mode. Ironhide has kept his holoform bald and he is wearing a black three-piece suit which he keeps tugging at, annoyed. Prime is wearing a black jacket with a red buttoned-up top and a black tie, standing up tall as a commander. I'm not going to lie, they all look good.
"Look at you all, all dressed up," I tease as I walk towards them.
They all turn to me slightly startled.
"Vi? Damn, you clean up nice. I nearly didn't recognize you, How'd you get your hair up like that? Doesn't it hurt?" questions Sideswipe referring to my hair, twisted in a bun.
Bumblebee agrees with a nod, unable to talk.
"It's hair Sideswipe. I can't feel it unless you pull it hard," I explain.
"Slagging piece of cloth. It's strangling me," complains Ironhide
"The clothing is doing no such thing," states Ratchet.
I walk over to Prime, standing up straight.
"Prime," I greet in respect.
Even in holoform, I feel the need to give the mech a salute. He has that way about him even when he's not a huge mechanical being.
"Miss Sedis, you look nice," nods Prime politely.
"Thank you, Prime. You don't look too bad yourself. You may wanna be careful, or else you may have femmes all over you tonight," I wink at Prime trying to see what reaction I'll get out of him.
Prime stiffens up and I can see the idea of it makes him uncomfortable and he's wondering how to respond to my words.
"Don't worry, just add a ring to your left hand on your fourth finger. It shows that you're married. That you have a spark mate," I explain providing a solution.
I see the blueness in his eyes dim for a few seconds as he researches it before a ring subtly materializes on his finger.
"Thank you Miss Sedis," says Prime grateful.
"No problem Prime. It's either that or you would have to dial back the hotness of your holoform," I suggest.
"This is the closest manifestation I can conjure of what I would look like if I were human. I believe this would be best to try to be as true as possible to improve relations," explains Prime strategically.
Before the subject gets too off topic, I decide to ask a question that's been playing on my mind.
"Prime, do you have a spark mate?" I question curiously.
Prime looks surprised but then a small soft smile graces his face.
"Actually…. I do," smiles Prime.
It's a small smile but it's there and it's genuine. It's the most realistic fondest smile I've ever seen on Prime.
"Elita One right?" I ask softly.
Prime doesn't even look too surprised that I know and he nods softly. I almost hesitate to ask the next question. I've never held back before from asking questions and gathering intel but this is different.
"Where is she now?" I ask.
Prime looks up and I follow his gaze. to the stars. We look up to the vast darkness and we see the hundreds of shining lights in the sky. I breathe in the cold crisp air as it fills my body.
"She's up there…. somewhere. Leading a squadron to fight for freedom. I can still feel her faintly," answers Prime, eyes soft up at the sky before they lower to meet my eyes.
Lots of questions fill my mind. Does it hurt to be bonded to someone so far away? What would their lives be like if there was no war? Would they have sparklings? Would Optimus still be a Prime? Or would there be no need for a Prime? Were they destined to be spark mates only to be kept hundreds of lightyears apart to fight for a war that's been going on for centuries? Do they ever want to give up and just go home? Is this all the cause of someone's imagination or is every choice their own and that it's led up to this? I can see longing behind Primes eyes. A yearning to be with his spark mate.
"What about you? While researching the rings and the topic of marriage, it seems that young femmes around your age are on a constant search for a spark mate, are you?" questions Prime curious.
I'm a little surprised he would ask something so personal for curiosity sake. A humorless smile spreads on my face easily.
"While that may be true of the average human, that doesn't apply to me. I have never looked for a marriage partner and I don't intend to ever," I answer truthfully.
That's just a weakness to exploit. I've never opened myself to the idea of marriage, to do so would mean trust and vulnerability. Besides, the Despiadado lineage ends with me. The world doesn't need any more cold-blooded monsters running around the earth.
Prime nods in understanding. I suppose there are those in the war who choose not to have a spark mate so he must understand to some degree.
"Miss Sedis…" says Prime getting my attention.
"Hmm?" I ask showing he has my attention.
Unexpectedly he moves forward and leans towards me and speaks in a low tone with me so not to be overheard.
"I suppose there is a good reason that you have multiple weapons hidden on your figure?" questions Prime with a knowing look.
"I never leave myself unarmed Prime," I answer in the same low tone.
Prime nods in understanding.
"I don't expect that you will need them tonight. I do not wish to see them out openly unless absolutely necessary," orders Prime lightly.
I resist the urge to say 'yes sir' and I nod in agreement instead. What he says isn't unreasonable and it's my original plan anyway. Prime steps back signally that our conversation is over. I raise my voice so everyone can hear what I'm about to say.
"Where's Sunstreaker?" I question loudly interrupting everyone else's conversation.
"He's refusing to be involved. He doesn't want to subject himself to holoform mode with and I quote 'fleshy insects'," explains Sideswipe making me roll my eyes.
"Stubborn sparkling. I'll give him a kick in the aft," threats Ironhide.
"Allow me," I smirk before making my way over to Sunstreaker alt mode.
There are a lot of soldiers googling at his alt more believing it's just a gold Lamborghini.
"Should we stop her?" asks Bumblebee over the comlink, pointing towards me.
"No way. I want to watch the femme kick the stubborn mech's aft again," grins Ironhide eagerly as they watch from a distance.
If I have to go through this than so does he. I can feel Sunstreakers optics on me and I can tell he is wary.
"Femme," states Sunstreaker firmly.
"Mech," I reply in turn keeping a smirk on my face.
"What do you want?" asks Sunstreaker unnerved by my smirk.
"You get only one chance. You either join us inside by your own free will or I will make you," I propose.
"And how would you do that fleshy?" growls Sunstreaker.
"Well tin can, I could do a lot of things. Throw mud on you, smear lipstick on your hood, I have sharp heels on so I can do some damage with those or I could orders the birds to poo on you. Pick your poison," I offer.
"Humans can't talk to birds….. can they?" scoffs Sunstreaker oh so surely before he falters.
"Wanna find out?" I smirk.
"You wouldn't dare," replies Sunstreaker.
I put my finger on Sunstreaker's hood fearlessly as I swipe it across slowly and deliberately. Sunstreaker's engine revs loudly and angrily catching many people's attention but I don't even blink. When he see's that I'm not affected by his intimidation, he reverses back so I can't touch him before he stops and his holoform comes out angrily. His holoform hasn't changed in appearance regarding eyes and hair. Still blonde, golden hair and blue eyes but what attracts my attention the most is his suit. He wears a golden blazer with a black shirt and tie, also black trousers. Is he serious? It suits him and it doesn't look silly, it's just obnoxious.
"Pitspawn femme," mutters Sunstreaker before he looks up and glares at the birds above.
He then glares at any human looking at his alt mode, making them look away.
"What are you wearing?" I ask Sunstreaker in slight surprise and amusement.
"Shouldn't you know what it is? It's human clothing," retorts Sunstreaker looking at me.
"It's loud," I reply.
"Loud? It's not emitting any noise," questions Sunstreaker confused.
"I mean, it's the opposite of blending in," I clarify.
"Why the pit would I want to blend in? Prime told us to be as close as ourselves as we can," explains Sunstreaker.
"Well it's obnoxious so I suppose you are doing what Prime ordered," I reply before walking away.
Abruptly I feel an arm grab mine and pull me back. I resist the urge to throw a punch since I know who it is as my back hits a solid chest. I turn my head and I'm slightly surprised that I have to tilt my head back to look at Sunstreaker's face.
"What did you just call me?" asks Sunstreaker lowly.
"Ob-nox-ious," I spell out to him slowly and deliberately.
Sunstreaker growls and I can feel it in his chest behind me. He opens his mouth ready to verbally attack me but then he stops, as he looks down at my chest. I know it's the golden dagger that holds his attention.
"What is that?" asks Sunstreaker suspiciously.
I twist out of his hold and take a few steps away from him.
"If you have to ask, it makes me wonder if you've been with a femme, Sunstreaker," I tease tactfully.
Sunstreaker splutters a little embarrassed but mostly his pride is hurt.
"Of course I've been with a femme," defends Sunstreaker indignantly.
"Then quit staring. My face is up here," I retort pointing to my face.
I can hear Sunstreaker growl behind me. I walk back over to the Autobots holoforms.
"I got him out. You may want him to change his suit though if you want him to blend in," I say in passing.
"What the pit is he wearing? What's wrong with your brother?" questions Ironhide.
"Pit if I know. He must have been dropped on the helm as a sparkling," answers Sideswipe.
I ignore them as I head inside. After all, Sunstreaker's not my problem.
I look at the many people in the hall and I want to leave. Why did I come here again?
"Shadow! Over here!" calls Mrs. Lennox.
I walk over to the table she's sat at with a few others, one of whom is pregnant. I walk over only so I'm not awkwardly standing in the way. I can see some I recognize from when I first came here. They're on Lennox's team, Fig and Epps, however, I don't see Lennox. I mentally look for escape options while I scan the crowd for Lennox.
"Señorita Shadow, mirarte tan hermosa," compliments Fig in Spanish.
"Gracias Fig," I reply in my native tongue.
"I forgot that you both speak the same language, does that mean you'll be talking about us in front of us all night?" asks Epps.
"Si," nods Fig with an amused smile before he starts talking about his mother's food in Spanish.
"Shut up Fig," complains Epps.
"Shadow this is my friend Valarie," introduces Mrs. Lennox.
I nod to her in acknowledgment.
"Nice to meet you," says the short black haired woman.
"Shadow works with Will," comments Mrs. Lennox.
"You work with Major Lennox? Have you been close to the Autobots? I met one of them. Ratchet, their medical officer, back when I was on duty. In fact, he's the one who informed me that I'm pregnant. He asked me if I'm aware that there's another being growing inside me? He thought it might have been a parasite because of how small it was," explains Valarie amused.
"I was in shock for the first few minutes along with the other soldiers. When I started crying that confused Ratchet even more. I was expecting a shock but when I was told I was gonna met aliens, I just didn't expect a much bigger shock," expands Valarie.
Her blue eyes warm in amusement as she smiles.
"That's quite a bombshell on you, chica," comments Fig.
"You're telling me. But it's a good one, Unexpected and at first, I didn't think I could be a mother. I'm a soldier, not a mother. I was panicking but underneath all the worry, I was happy. Still am. I can't wait to meet my baby," replies Valarie.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" asks Epps.
"It's a surprise. I don't want to know until the birth," answers Valarie.
As we speak a captain walks over and introduces himself.
"Captain Morg. I was wondering Master Sergeant Epps if you could introduce us to some of our important allies. I've heard that some of with us at this party," says Captain Morg getting straight to the point.
"While I'm happy you're eager to meet our friends, we're only allowed to introduce directly to those authorized. They're here tonight but they are blended in so we can get to know them without any reservations," answers Epps diplomatically.
"Yes I understand but maybe you could pull a few strings? I would owe you one," asks Captain Morg.
Epps looks annoyed however he tries to hide it with a smile.
"I can't do that Captain, but I can introduce you to someone who may be able to help you," explains Epps.
"Lead the way Master Sergeant," says Captain More before he nods his head at us.
"Ladies," says the Captain before he leaves.
"I don't like him," states Fig.
"You can't judge him too harshly. He's just eager to meet the Autobots," comments Mrs. Lennox.
"He's cheating on his wife," I state making Fig choke on his drink.
"How can you tell?" asks Mrs. Lennox.
"A number of things but the condition of his ring, the two phones in his pockets are the biggest giveaways," I supply to which Mrs. Lennox gives me a questioning look.
"I analyze people and I use their weaknesses against them," I answer her unspoken question.
"Can you do that with anyone else?" questions Valarie curiously.
"The woman in red standing next to a Major, they are having marriage problems and she's pregnant. Probably with someone else," I say when I finish observing them before I look at two seemingly separate people.
"The lieutenant over there is sleeping with the woman in the blue whose sitting 3 tables away but it's under wraps because they're teammates," I state next.
I can tell by their behavior and the looks they keep giving each other in their spare moments.
"And you can tell all that by looking?" asks Valarie.
"You can tell a lot by people's appearance, facial expression, and body language," I answer.
Growing up I was silent, a shadow… I was only to watch and observe until it came down to killing my prey.
"Okay, that's enough. While this is fun knowing people's dirty little secrets, it's going to backfire on us," says Mrs. Lennox sensibly putting a stop to this.
Another person walks past us, a man in his fifties.
"He's secretly a crazy cat person, not really married," I mutter.
"I knew his wife wasn't real!" exclaims Mrs. Lennox while Fig and Valarie laugh.
"Say can you tell me which women here will be the easiest to hook up with?" questions Fig leaning close scanning the crowd.
Mrs. Lennox immediately grabs his ear and pulls, unamused with his behavior.
"You should have asked in Spanish," I comment as Mrs. Lennox scolds him.
I wouldn't of told him anyway but at least his ear wouldn't be hurting. I look out in the crowd, and I see Prime talking to Generals. I guess he's improving human relations. I see Sideswipe with a lot of women surrounding him while Sunstreaker is standing further behind glaring at everyone. Ironhide is next to the bar drinking with a group of soldiers, he's probably fought with them before side by side. Ratchet is at one of the tables intently observing humans around. I look out in the crows further observing it and I see a few more familiar faces of those that I have killed on my world, purely because they were in Despiadado's way. I have to look at those that I've killed. It doesn't bother me that I was the one to kill them, I'm bothered by the reason why. I killed them because I was blindly following orders. I killed them to help Despiadado. I've looked in the eyes of those who I will kill and I've shook their hands, working with them side by side until the time I killed them. That is nothing. But to kill someone and you know its for the wrong reason then to look them in the eye after? It takes everything to keep my emotions blocked off. I'll tell you something, this universe has a sick sense of humour. I already know what I've done, there's no need to rub salt in my wounds.
Within an hour I go outside to take a breather. That many people in one room is suffocating. It's not time for me to make my move yet. After the robbery incident, I took Mrs. Lennox's car and I drove to a car rental. I found out where the party will be and I've parked it nearby somewhere hidden. In the boot is my assassin's suit minus the belt I'm wearing. I paid in cash so there's no trail, they won't expect that I've already bought one in advance. I put a wig and a few other clothes in the boot and the makeup should alter my appearance. I'll wait for the party to be in full swing and for everyone to have a few drinks before I disappear. By the time they realise it'll be too late. I'll be gone.
"So you're really leaving?" questions a voice behind me on the balcony.
I turn my head to see Sunstreaker's holoform. I stay quiet as I see him walk until he's next to me. I'm not sure whether I should play dumb or not. He leans forward against the balcony looking to the cold, unforgiving sea.
"You have the same look in your eye that I've seen in others before they left. I've been in a war long enough to recognize the signs. Also, you've gone back to calling the femme fleshy Mrs. Lennox instead of Sarah," explains Sunstreaker surprising me.
"You've been observing me," I state.
"Ever since I saw you tonight. That look hidden behind your eyes," expands Sunstreaker.
"I should give you more credit. To be able to read me is a skill few possess," I admit.
All that means is that I have more reason to leave.
"You shouldn't have underestimated me in the first place, human," replies Sunstreaker.
I nod in agreement. That's a fair comment.
"Are you going to try and stop me?" I question appearing relaxed but my hand slides towards the dagger on my thigh, ready to fight.
"No… But I want to know why?" asks Sunstreaker.
His answer makes my hand move away from the dagger.
"It's none of your business," I refuse coldly.
"It is when I'm the one who's going to tell everyone," retorts Sunstreaker.
"Sucks to be you then," I reply unsympathetic as I turn to move away.
I feel Sunstreaker grab my wrist, making me turn and throw a punch. To my surprise he blocks the attack with his other arm while still keeping a firm grip on my wrist forcing me to face him. I glare up at him as he glares down at me.
"No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to leave without an explanation. You're leaving and they deserve an explanation, especially the Lennox's," rants Sunstreaker angrily.
I try to yank my wrist away but I can't and it just angers me further.
"They have opened up their home to you. They have shown you love and kindness and you're leaving. Why?" growls Sunstreaker relentless.
"Because I care!" I burst out angrily, making Sunstreaker shut up.
"Do you understand? Do you comprehend what happened? What that means?! You all opened up this dam and it's flooding forth. This is your fault, every single damn one of you! You've all worked your way into my heart and I never even saw it coming. I've started to care and I don't know how to stop caring. I've always stopped myself from caring before it happened but now it's too late. How can I stop? I don't know how to stop. I care about them and what they think," I rant unable to stop myself.
The words flood out of my mouth without thought but they reflect my true thoughts and now it's out, I can't take it back.
"And what's so bad about that?" challenges Sunstreaker boldly.
I shake my head at him.
"You don't get it. That's not something I can do. It's a weakness," I protest.
"A weakness?" questions Sunstreaker his face switching from anger to confusion.
"Yes! I need to be able to kill anyone without feelings being involved. I can't have attachments. It's what makes me able to do what I can do. I'm suppose to not feel anything because if for any reason I need to stab someone in the back I can. But I can't anymore! I can't do that. Do you know how dangerous that is?! I didn't kill…. I didn't kill because Sarah…. Mrs Lennox told me not to. She's affecting me, influencing me and that's a dangerous thing. That's why I need to go. I'll leave for a few weeks and then I'll come back and I won't care about any of them anymore. Not Sarah, not Will, not Annabelle and not any of the Autobots," I explain powerfully but my voice lowers the more i talk.
I'll leave, I will go back to the way I am and then when I come back I will kill Despiadado and I will destroy the machine at any cost.
"You think that will work?" asks Sunstreaker doubtful.
"It has to!" I exclaim frustrated before I force myself to calm down and I take a few steps back.
Sunstreaker lets my wrist go as he senses I've calmed down and I turn away from him.
"It has to…" I repeat calmer before continuing, "….Because otherwise I'll start becoming attached to all of you and that's dangerous… more so because I know the future, I know what's going to happen and I can't change it. I won't…. I refuse to."
I keep my back to him, refusing to see his face before I begin to walk away, considering this conversation over.
"You know I never pegged you as a coward," calls Sunstreaker from behind me.
I turn around instantly, surprised by his words.
"A coward?" I ask in slight surprised.
"Yes. You're scared. Scared that for once in your life, you care about someone other than yourself," replies Sunstreaker.
Every word he says he takes a step closer until he's right in front of me. I resist the urge to step back. I refuse to show any weakness despite my instincts.
"Like you're one to talk. You are closed off to everyone as well. And it's not out of fear, I'm being smart and calculating. I'm being me, a Despiadado, it means-" I bite back before I'm interrupted.
"Merciless I know. But that doesn't mean you have to be. For someone who's so against their sire, you do cling on to his ideals and teachings," cuts off Sunstreaker.
His words feel like a slap to the face forcing me to take a step back, for once completely dumbfounded. It takes a few seconds for me to process his words and then when it does, I feel a cold rage flare up inside of me.
"I may be against him but I can't deny that some of the things he's taught me have merit. He may have been a monster but he had the best survivor skills anyone has ever had and I take advantage of that. It's kept me alive and my mind clear. It's what I've needed," I justify.
"And what kind of life is that? To isolate yourself completely to anything and anyone? I bet the last few weeks have been the happiest you've ever been," questions Sunstreaker boldly.
I grit my teeth frustrated. He's not wrong, minus my fathers reappearance, I've had the greatest few weeks of my life. I dare even say that sometimes it's been fun.
"You hypocrite. You isolate yourself and you lecture me?" I ask in return indignant.
"I have Sides. He is all I need. With him, I'm not alone. I'm not completely closed off to the idea of being close to others. They just have to earn it. You block out even those who have worked for your friendship. You are just running away from it all like a coward," explains Sunstreaker, his words bitter.
"Maybe I am. But like it or not I can't allow anyone to influence me especially when it comes to killing. My… feelings clouded my judgment. When the robbery started I should have snuck out, leaving Sarah and Annabelle behind but I couldn't. My next plan should have been to kill all of the robbers and any witnesses but I didn't because Sarah asked me not to. That man threatened Sarah and her baby and it made me act on emotion. I was going to kill him for hurting them but I couldn't because Sarah told me not to. Each time she stopped me. How long before you all have that effect on me? I refuse to be controlled," I state firmly, emphasizing my point.
"That squishy wasn't controlling you. That femme was trying to stop anymore energon from getting on your servos because it cares about you," argues Sunstreaker.
"She, not it, tin can," I bite back instinctively.
"And you just jumped to her defense. You obviously care about that squishy, you can't just switch it off," argues Sunstreaker.
"Watch me," I insist stubbornly.
"Stubborn aft femme. It's going to hurt all of them if you leave including my brother," protests Sunstreaker.
"They'll get over it," I reply.
"So you're leaving, just like that?" questions Sunstreaker.
"Yes… but I will come back and when I do, you all better stay the hell out of my way because the gloves will be coming off," I threat.
"As long as you don't try to hurt Sideswipe I don't care what you do," replies Sunstreaker.
"Then make sure he doesn't try to stop me, we both know how sentimental he can be and I won't hesitate," I say with an underlying threat.
"Neither will I," states Sunstreaker his eyes piercing me.
I feel goosebumps along my arms and the hairs on the end of my neck stand still. I know he's being deadly serious. If Sideswipe gets in my way and he gets hurt, Sunstreaker will come for me and he will never stop. I keep glaring at him and he returns it with fire. We both have a stare off unrelenting.
"You better get back inside soon, you humans are so weak you can get ill from standing in the cold for so long," mocks Sunstreaker as he walks past me.
I resist the urge to throw my dagger at him in anger. He's baiting me and trying to get under my skin and I refuse to let that happen. I stand outside and breathe in the cold crisp air trying to compose myself before heading back inside. I lock my emotions up tightly inside. I've lost myself to emotion too many times in the last few weeks. That needs to stop. I blend myself in with the crowd inside as I decide to go to the bar for a drink, my aim to stay far away from the everyone else.
Wait a second…..
I spot a man up a little further with his hair covering one of his eyes, possibly an eyepatch underneath, who looks familiar. He's looking directly at me. My eyes narrow and I am immediately on high alert.
Barricade….
Damn… I'm not making the same mistake twice, I need to tell someone that he's here. I turn around straight away however i rarely have time to stop myself from walking into someone's chest and I feel a hand grab my upper arm firmly.
"Now, now Shadow, we can't have you run off and warn those pesky Autobots can we?" asks the man in front with a smirk.
I look up slightly to see red eyes. Just from his voice, I can tell which Decepticon this is.
"Starscream.."
Attachments… They're like long, tiny wires holding you back. Every attachment is a wire pulling you back. Stopping you from pushing on forward. It's moving forward with a load on your back or a burden, slowing you down until you stop. But if you cut that wire, there's a terrible painful recoil. Each attachment is a burden. Each attachment is pain. Every person that gets close to you is an attachment. You have two options: 1. Keep pushing forward despite the pullback or 2. Brace yourself, cut the wire and face the backlash. Because if someone else cuts it, it's unexpected, you can't prepare for that, can't brace for it, it snaps and the backlash is painful. Having someone else cut off that attachment…. That's the most painful one out of all of them…