There would be those days where I would just get fed up with my cave and go out of the protection barrier it held and go out to fly around or explore the forest around the cave. My favorite spot was in the forest with a perfect view of the lake that it surrounded.
My Sire was ranting again, about how 'Corten', whoever that is, was the only loyal bot to the cause. I personally hated the cause, but I really had no choice but to listen and obey. He ranted about how no other bot could get his jobs done as quickly and as best as this one mech could. Then, he moved into his Sparkmate. He continued ranting saying that she was 'to kind to inflict any harm' and that she was 'useless to the Predacon branch of the Decepticons'. My Sire was the commander and of the small branch that was steadily growing. Corten was his second in command, granting him his own area.
He then moved to his two mechs that were his sons. 'They're polar opposites!' He would yell. My Carrier, Victory, and I would lay and listen to him rant. That's what was best. If you interfered, you would surely be punished in a way. A lot of his direct secretaries stood nearby in the room, being forced to listen to him go on and on about his problems. He commented about both Rumble and Ruvik being amazing fighters and will advance quite nicely on the Decepticon's side. He turned to me and pointed to me.
"Why couldn't you be a mech?" He asked furiously. I looked up at him and activated my optic shaders as my optics turned violet under the visor. It hurt and I was offended that he would dare as a thing like that.
Victory stood up. "Excuse me Netsu!" She yelled, stepping in front of me. "She is the most precious daughter you will ever have!" She yelled once more. My Sire, Netsu, didn't like her sudden outburst. He smacked his servo back, it landing on her faceplate. She went flying across the room, a sickening crunch sounding as her wing made contact with the wall. The rest of her body following it as she fell to the ground, her wings bent in weird ways as she shakily got to her peds.
I went to stand up until I saw my Sire's glare. I whimpered and curled up into the corner, terrified. My mothers jaw was gripped by my Sire, forcing her to look him in the optic. "You will not speak against me again. Are we clear?" He asked, his dark voice getting deep into my energon stream. My carrier nodded and he dropped her to the floor. Our two medics carried her off, hoping to fix the damage my Sire had caused. "Why can't you go to training like Rumble and Ruvik." Tears filled my optics as I watched him leave the room. I ran out of the comforts of my cave and to my favorite spot, sobbing slightly.
'Why can't I be someone who my Sire accepts?'