The second year . . . or was it? were the thoughts of Hot Shot. It felt like each year he spent within Unicron was a full millennium . . . but it wasn't and soo Hot Shot began to forget how long he was there. He began to forget many things that were so important to him . . . like his friends' faces . . . they were dark blurs to him now and ever he hated Unicron for making him forget the happiness of having his friends by his side.
"Why?" Hot Shot said to himself. "Why does Unicron have to make me forget everything I know and love."
"Because you do not need that here," came a voice from the shadows.
Hot Shot sat up on his bed and looked and saw that Cheetor had emerged from the shadows and came to him. Hot Shot backed away as far as he could in his dark room from the horseman, but it was too small for him to get away.
"It has been another year Hot Shot," said Cheetor staying his distance from the afraid young bot. "Why do you not give in to Unicron? It will ease your torture like it has us."
"Becuase I am not a weakling!" said Hot Shot boldly stepping forward a bit.
"Hm, you Primes are all the same," mumbled Cheetor to himself.
"What was that Cheetor?" asked Hot Shot.
"Nothing," smiled Cheetor shaking his head a bit. "You don't know do you?"
"Know what?" asked Hot Shot. "What . . . is Unicron changing his scheduled torture for me again?"
"No," smiled Cheetor. ". . . That power that you have, when ever your spark is hit or you are in great distress . . . why do you think it does that?"
"Don't all sparks do that?" asked Hot Shot.
"Only a certain line of ones," said Cheetor. "You truly don't know do you?"
"I'm growing tired of your games Cheetor. Now you either tell me or don't speak to me again," growled Hot Shot.
Cheetor couldn't believe this. How could a Prime not know that he is a Prime . . . it just wasn't possible . . . or was it? He then wondered to himself and atempted to find out why Hot Shot did not know.
"Tell me Hot Shot did something happen to you at a young age, like a mindswipe or a serious blow to the mainframe?" asked Cheetor.
"Not that I know of why?" asked Hot Shot.
"Well then has Unicron erased any of your memories?" asked Cheetor.
"I don't know alright!" shouted Hot Shot getting tired of all the annyoing questions. "Why are you asking me these things?!"
"I just want to know who I am talking to," said Cheetor as he turned to leave. "Oh and Hot Shot . . ."
"What is it?" asked Hot Shot.
"Keep an optic on that spark of yours," Cheetor said as he shut the door and left.
What does he mean? thought Hot Shot to himself.
Hot Shot then bowed his head to look at his spark. He placed a hand over and wondered why Cheetor mean by watch his spark, or only a certain kind of spark sends out power such as his. Was there a certain kind of spark he didn't know about? and if so what was it? Hot Shot was always kept in the dark.
That year was another horrible year for Hot Shot. Unicron decided to torture his mind the most this time. He wold take the images that were locked away from Hot Shot of his friends and show them as holograms to Hot Shot. Hot Shot would always think they were real, but when they vanished or failed to rescue him he knew it was Unicron playing with him again and ever he hated it.
The first day Optimus Prime was shown to Hot Shot and Hot Shot was so happy to see him.
"Optimus?" smiled Hot Shot as he lay bound on a table with wires and torture devices stuck on and inside him. "Is that really you?"
Hot Shot could only move his head for if he dared move his body then a rush a great pain would surge through his body like electricty and a great fire. Optimus just starred at Hot Shot and Hot Shot wondered why he wouldn't get him out of Unicron.
"Optimus?" he wondered. "Why aren't you saying anything? . . . why won't you save me? . . . do you even remember me?"
Optimus just starred at Hot Shot with what seemed like blank optics . . . did they even possess any life within them at all. Hot Shot then saw his other friends like Red Alert, Hoist, Jetfire, Sideswipe, Blurr, and Scavenger. They all just starred at him with no emotion on their faces. It ws like they just wanted to stand there and watch him be tortured. This brought tears to Hot Shot's tired blue optics.
"Why?" he cried to them. "Why won't you rescue me?"
Hot Shot's sadness then took over him and he could speak no more. His tears fell hard and like rain and as Unicron saw this he smiled his evil smile at seeing him progress like this.
"Am I that unimportant?" cried Hot Shot as his tears blinded him to where he could no longer look at his so-called friends.
Hot Shot felt, not only unloved, but forgoten . . . was he forgotten or was it just Unicron? They should have found him sooner so maybe they are not looking for him. He cried to himself as he turned away from them, but he knew they would just be back again the next day to watch him get tortured and do nothing about it. Those weren't really his friends . . . were they?
As Hot Shot watched the horsemen spar Rhinox, again, wanted to face Hot Shot, but Hot Shot wanted nothing to do with him. Even if Rhinox would hit him he would just take it. He was too depressed to do anything like defend himself. He was too busy wondering why his friends would not find him and rescue him . . . did they espect him to escape himself from the chaos-bringer?
"That is enough Rhinox!" said Cheetor as he stopped him from striking Hot Shot again.
"What is worng with me beating him senseless?" laughed Rhinox as he kicked Hot Shot in the gut.
Cheetor then pushed Rhinox all the way across the room and came to him and harshly whispered to him as he held his gun under his chin.
"Would you treat a Prime like that . . . huh?! Do you even remember Prime Rhinox?" said Cheetor.
Rhinox grew anger at Cheetor doing this and so looked at Hot Shot who slowly got up ad regained his balance across the room. He then chuckled and said-
"Ha, that boy is not a Prime . . . he doesn't have the spark!"
"Yes he does!" groweld Cheetor. "I know you know what Prime's sparks are like and you remember what you did last year . . . He is the son of Optimus Prime . . . You remember him don't you?!"
"Optimus?" said Rhinox as he looked at Hot Shot again not wanting to believe it. "It can't be . . . Unicron fixed him millenniums ago."
"Yes I remember, but why is Hot Shot here then?" asked Cheetor still holding Rhinox firmly. "If he exists that mean Primus himself gave him to Optimus . . . so I wouldn't mess with him if I were you! If Primus is on his side!"
Cheetor then let Rhinox go and came over to Hot Shot to help him. Rhinox was angered by many things. By Cheetor for humiliating him, for Hot Shot, for Primes, for Primus. He glared evily at the boy Prime and only wished to slaughter him in his sleep, but he knew, like everyone else, only Unicron would be allowed to kill him if he wanted him dead, but so far Unicron has kept him alive, but why? Unicron tried to finish off that line when the first Prime was picked, but now he keeps the line alive?! Rhinox did not like this . . . he did not like this at all.
"Why does he fight Unicron when he should just give into him? And why does Unicorn not just kill him?!" asked Terrorsaur to Rhinox and Airazor as they spoke with one another outside of Hot Shot's torture room.
"One reason is that he has some sort of power that he, himself, doesn't even know about and two is because he is stubborn and won't give intp Unicron," said Rhinox.
"He's a tough one he is," said Terrorsaur.
"I think he's stupid," said Airazor placing her hands on her hips. "And besides what's so specail about him anyway? His kind did kill Sideways . . . like I care."
"Yes, his kind did," said Rhinox. "But he is not like his kind. Unicron will find his weak spot soon. This one will crack like all the others . . . he is no diffeent."
"I'll bet ya Sideways would have loved to hear this one scream," smiled Terrorsaur. "After all this one did cause him a lot of trouble."
"Yea he did," said Rhinox looking in the direction Hot Shot's cries of torture were heard.
As the days past of the normal living in Unicron Hot Shot began to neglect his friends faces. When ever he saw them he would turn away for he knew it was Unicron who tortured his spark. He even grew to hate the dreams he had of them for when he would dream of them they would love him, but then they would hate him and forget him and so he only knew that he never wanted to dream again. He would rather stay awake in the cold darkness then dream of his friends.
Why would he want to when they would just neglect him and shun him away in his dreams. Soon his dreams became an enemy and at this Unicron smiled for that is exactly what he wanted. He wanted Hot Shot to hate his dreams and rest. He wanted Hot Shot to hate his friends . . . which he now did.
It wouldn't be long now till Hot Shot . . . the last of the Primes . . . is his.
Hot Shot's girl: Sorry it is so short, but the next ones should be longer . . . hopefully. So don't forget to review and enjoy:)