Chapter 3: Don't Be Afraid

Lights. Camera. Action. There never were any lights, except the moon that flew over the skyline and the outskirts of the city. There were never any cameras, unless for some reason the hosts of the party had decided they wished to blackmail the video victim for some further event; although at this type of event, much like a secret meeting, it was better to keep all things absolutely secret, absolutely anonymous, absolutely non-existant. And then there was no action. No action in the sense, that even on cue, nothing had begun. This was assuming of course there was a cue, upon which the three had had no cue, no message, no nothing other than to do it. It was quite easy. In turn, at the moment of thinking, it was quite silent.

Silence always seemed to be the perfect entrance to anything. It seemed to be the most definite entrance and perhaps the most significant exit. You could do anything with silence. There have been parties held in silence, and forgiveness and treason, and love and hate, there has never been anything that couldn't be held in silence. Even in times, Bluestreak could be held silent, although it would chill him to his very spark. And there were times when Skywarp was silent, and it annoyed, aggitated, irritated, but most of all, it worried and scared Thundercracker into thinking something was bothering his fellow seeker, one of the only Decepticons who truly, outside of earshot and sometimes even in, could call him friend. But in short, if the two of them ever were forced into a padded room and forced to share it and forced to like each other, they could rest assure that they had something in common...the both of them hated silence.

Bluestreak looked up at Thundercracker, his wings twitching every so often. He was obviously scared. The seeker could see it, and while on the normal occasion he could grin and be happy about it---come to think of it, he couldn't. He wasn't always agreeable with war and he was definitely not one to believe in the Decepticon cause, but it was difficult to want to be on either side, either faction. But at the time, he couldn't help but have a slight twinge to ask Bluestreak if they could just go somewhere, like they were now, except in a more friendly environment. Just to talk, just to let him tell all the secrets and what the Decepticons were doing. To end the war, so that they could all go back to Cybertron in peace, so that they could all go back and not give a damn about the faction insignia they wore or who they were because of it. To go back and actually be able to be with Skywarp on some wild mission, knowing that they did it because of free will, and not of force. That would of been nice. If only it had been that easy.

"You're afraid of me." Bluestreak cringed at the words Thundercracker had spoke. Of course he was afraid of him. He was bigger than him, he had wings and was capable of flight, he was capable of just grabbing one doorwing as he just had and tear the both of them off like an evil child would a fly or butterfly's wings. It was distressing to know Jazz had chosen him, when he was already scared to the brink of shut down just because it was Halloween and he was on edge. That was distressing to begin with. But as he sat here on his knees now, as if begging for the death to be quick, he found looking at Thundercracker period, be it his feet or face, was distressing. Scary, even.
"Get up." Bluestreak looked up at Thundercracker in astonishment.

"Wha...?" He sputtered. Thundercracker grabbed a hold of his arm, although it was gentler than expected, and hauled the Datsun up.
"I'm not in the mood to fight you." He stated simply. Bluestreak stared at him as he turned, sitting back down quietly away from the mood. He frowned at the Decepticon, realizing there was something honestly bothering him. He stepped forward cautiously, glancing at his weapons to the right of him. "If you fire at me, I will kill you."

"I-I'm not going to fire at you." He stuttered. "I just...I just want to talk to you." After a moment of silence, he gave up the caution, too scared of the silence itself, and sat down right next to Thundercracker, surprising the seeker. "I really don't like silence very much. Especially on a night like this because Spike told me about the superstitions that the humans believe in on Halloween an---"

"I killed him."

"---d I just really don't---What?" Bluestreak looked at the seeker and instantly pushed himself away. Thundercracker looked up at him with a distressed look on his face.
"I killed Starscream." "Y-You k-killed..." Bluestreak backed away. It was supposed to seem like a moment of accomplishment in some cases, being able to find that last jigsaw piece hidden beneath the entire puzzle, and one would have to move the entire puzzle painstakingly slow in order to get the final piece to complete it. But for some reason, the picture doesn't always seem to be of a happy ending, and instead of accomplishment, one feels a sense of fear and other more than solid emotions.

"I didn't want to. He forced me to pull the trigger. He's an idiot. He wouldn't shut up about it. He was constantly on my wing, just forcing me until I finally agreed to it, and I couldn't tell Skywarp because he would of instantly gotten Skywarp to do it because Skywarp's like that. He would of just given in and done it just to shut him up or find some excuse to make someone else do it. I don't even know why he asked me, of all the slagging Decepticons in the place---" Thundercracker continued to babble, leaving Bluestreak at a loss. It suddenly seemed apparent why Sparkplug usually left the room when he begun talking. If he sounded anything like that, he could see why people seemed to get so easily annoyed at him. Bluestreak looked around rapidly, mouthing Jazz's name but completely forgetting the Porsche had left sometime earlier.

"Dear Primus, I'm with a Decepticon who hates the Autobots like usual and now I just found out he killed one of the biggest Decepticons we know and he's telling me he was forced and he didn't mean to and I don't know where Jazz is and Bumblebee's with him and I can't go anywhere because I have to...what if he kills me then what? What if he just---" He yelped loudly when Thundercracker grabbed his arm and yanked him down to the ground. Shaking uncontrollably, he wanted to scream, but found he'd just lost his voice. Great, he was going to die doing the one thing he hated most---being quiet.

"I'm not going to kill you. Shut up." The seeker hissed. Bluestreak was beginning to hyperventilate, his optics flashing ever so slightly, and his intakes were whining pitifully in tune with his whimpers. The seeker frowned, holding onto the Datsun firmly, but not enough to hurt him. "...Calm down." He said in a gentler tone. Blue looked up at him in surprise at his voice, and seemed to freeze up temporarily. "Don't be afraid of me."

"Yesss..." Thundercracker jerked his head up. "Don't be afraid of him." He recognized the voice, and stood abruptly, towing Bluestreak to his feet. The Datsun stumbled, but caught himself, and looked at the seeker, and then followed his line of eyesight. There was a sudden drift in the air, and a selection of dark colors became apparent. Before he knew it, a pair of blood-red optics were glowing brightly just inches away from Bluestreak. "Be afraid of me."