Omega snarled as he walked back into the Ark after a long, heavy battle with the Decepticons. The black seeker had sliced Orcus' tail clean off his body and had tried to go for his ears, but Prime stopped him. The mech's optics narrowed at the thought. Why wouldn't they just let him kill the fragger and be done with it? Because Autobots were the 'good guys' and they just simply 'didn't kill anyone' if they 'could help it'.
But he wanted to kill that werewolf so badly he could taste the energon running from his dead body and hear his final howl. Slaggit, no one tortures, rapes and takes control of his big sister and gets away with it! Not as long as he was alive and could take revenge!
The black seeker reached over and snatched an energon cube from the dispenser, snarling slightly. He plopped his aft down and propped his feet up on the arm rest of the couch as Bumblebee glanced over at him. "You really oughta calm down, Omega..." His quiet, timid voice said.
Omega frowned; the mini bot as afraid of him. Good. Now, he wasn't usually the one to let people be afraid of him, usually he was like Jazz, calm, upbeat and crazy, but now...now, he couldn't lock in the emotions. He was angry, he was a little brother whose big sister had stumbled out of the woods, injured and broken, and came to him. He had sworn her revenge and, doggone it! He was going to get it! Even if it was the last thing he was going to do...
"Omega?" Bumblebee tried again, timidly walking over to the mech.
"WHAT?!" Omega suddenly snapped, sitting up straight. He growled as he, even sitting down, towered over the mini-bot. "What do you want?!"
"You...uh...ah...really, um...need to calm down?" He squeaked out.
"...Calm down? You...want me to calm down?!" Omega stood up and crushed the cube in his hand. He ignored the energon that splattered against his chest and stomach, "My sister...finally woke up...told me everything those pitiful excuses for slaggers did to her," His visor started to glow a bright, lava color, "and you want me to calm down? Bee...those bastards made her afraid of everything. She hasn't left the med bay in ten days. She screams whenever someone touches her and can't see their face..."
Bumblebee glanced around nervously for help, but found he wasn't going to get any. Oh, he hated it when the large seeker got like this! Omega's voice was deathly calm, like a peaceful volcano before the eruption…the kind of tone that scared him. "I-I know, Omega, but..."
"But nothing, Bee." Omega growled softly, "I have a right to be upset. I have a right not to be calm. Slaggit, I have a right to go up there and rip the werewolf's head from his body! ...But I haven't."
"I understand, Omega."
"Do you?" The seeker raised an optic ridge. He straightened up slightly and frowned. "Do you really? Tell me, Bee, do you even have a sister?"
"Well…uh, no, but…I-I can understand the anger and-"
"No you don't. You couldn't possibly understand, Bee. You've never had to go through this…and because of that, I'm envious of you."
"…Huh?!"
"Don't get me wrong, I love my sister more than anything in this whole world, but…sometimes…times like this…I wish she would just…" Omega didn't know how to finish. He slammed down his energon-covered hand, "I just wish I could do something. Maybe if I was the eldest…the one with the psychic powers…they would have tortured me…or if I was an only child…"
Bumblebee watched with confusion as Omega mused over what he was thinking. After a moment, the jet stood and threw what was left of the flattened energon cube away. "Maybe I could have, should have, done something…I should not have left her alone…not in the state she was in…hmm…I won't make the same mistake twice…" He washed the energon off of his hands and glanced at Bumblebee. "Tell Optimus or Prowl that if they need me, I'm gonna be in the med bay."
The yellow Volkswagen beetle blinked in surprise when the black mech walked out of the rec. room without blowing a gasket. Whew. That was lucky. The volcano had apparently calmed itself before it could blow.
Alpha whimpered softly as she felt the presence of a larger mech standing over her. She tried to peek into his mind to see who it was, but only ending up hurting herself, forgetting that she no longer had control of her own powers. The femme clutched her head slightly as she whimpered again. "Leave me alone." She said simply. "I already told Ratch I didn't want to be bothered..."
Omega plopped down behind where his sister was sitting on a berth and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her back and she, giving up, laid her head into the crook of his neck. The young femme felt him nuzzle her cheek gently with his. "It'll be okay, sis. You know what they say..."
"No, what?" Alpha asked softly.
"Getting scars only makes you who you are." Omega whispered then kissed her cheek gently.
"Then I must be more than myself by now…maybe a bit of someone else." Alpha replied wryly, looking up at him. "Y'know?"
"Yeah." He smiled and then gave her a gentle kiss. "C'mon, sis…let's get outta here…"
"I don't wanna leave the med bay…I feel safe here…"
"C'mon, sis…I'll be right there…beside you. I promise nothing will happen to you."
"You already promised that…" Alpha stood and pushed him away, walking out of the med bay. She whimpered softly. "Both of you said that they wouldn't get their hands on me again…but they did…" She shivered, "And now…everyone's getting attacked because of me…and it's not even when I sleep anymore…"
"Sis, please…don't be angry at me…" Omega flew after her slowly, his feet only just not scraping the ground.
Alpha looked at him. "I'm not angry, Omega…" Her voice was soft, quiet…not at all harsh like Omega had been expecting. She shook her head and walked away, optics dim. "I'm not angry…"
No, Omega thought, just scared, worried and…and alone. I'm sorry, sis…I wish…I just wish I could help you…but I can't…and that fact is killing me.
Alpha reached the rec. room and plopped herself down at one of the tables, ignoring the looks the others gave her. She could feel their cool, yet nervous, gazes watching her, filled such with sympathy and pity that it nearly made her sick. She clenched her fists together as she stared at the half-empty energon cube in front of her, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously. The scars she had on her side and chest from Orcus' little…adventure throbbed as a reminder to the femme that they were there as Alpha felt someone's gaze snake its way to the one on her chest.
"Stop it…" The plea was a whisper, and no one heard her. Their gazes stayed on her until they finally, and gradually, got tired of looking at her and moved on, away from her.
Suddenly, the femme froze as she felt someone else's mind snake its way into hers. Her spark thudded in her chest loudly as its beat quickened. Oh, Primus, why now? She felt someone's invisible claw trace her jaw line and shivered, wanting to cry. Stop it… She begged. I'm begging you…let me go…
And why would I do that, hmm? Orcus teased the young, frightened femme; his voice hissed in her audios where only she could hear as she felt his fingers slid down to the scar on her chest and traced it, making the femme whimper softly. She knew he wasn't really there, he was teasing her through the link they had…and he hated him for it. After all…I quite enjoy knowing where you are at all times…and the fact I can control that beast of yours. This bond is quite useful.
"Slag you." Alpha hissed; she didn't know she was saying it out loud, but she knew that Orcus heard her. "This…unholy connection between us…whatever you wanna call it, a link at best, is not a bond…bonds are meant for…for…"
For what, Autobot? Hmm? Tell me…and I'll make this a bond… His voice was almost…serious.
Alpha's optics widened; he was serious!
She nearly gagged as tears welled up in her optics. She, first of all, did not want this bastard in her mind, and she defiantly did not want the mech that raped and tortured her to have a bond with her. The femme leaned away from the ghost of a hand. "Don't touch me…" She whispered. Alpha felt him lick the back of her neck. "Stop it…just…just stop it…please…"
Make me…come on…I sense it in your spark. Your fear…your need to be free. Like a bird, eh? Well, I'm offering you the chance…your chance to fly and by free. Orcus whispered, his voice silky and smooth.
If it weren't for the fact that he was the one that had forced this…unwholesome bond onto Alpha, the femme would have thought twice about trusting him. But, no, she wasn't everything thinking once. She hated him.
Come now…don't think like that… His voice continued to tease her as she felt his fur brush against her back. Oh how could he use a link like this?! Bonds were supposed to be for talking and comforting…not abusing and terrorizing young femmes! You don't really hate me…you just don't trust me…
"I hate you…by Primus, I hate you…" Shivers wracked her frame as she felt the mech's fingertips ran gently across her throat and jaw line. "Let me go…"
Hmm…not until you say it and mean it. Then I will… The grin on his face was visible between their link. She felt his eye fangs scrape across her throat gently, teasing her. An anguished cry was all that escaped the femme's lips.
"I mean it…let me go…please! Just let me go!" Her already weak and soft voice was now quivering. She looked like a nervous wreck, sitting there talking to 'herself' with panic and fear in her optics.
A sharp, stinging pain assaulted her cheek. Orcus had, somehow, just slapped her. Not good enough for me, femme. Sorry. But here's a little something for you to remember next time you try…
Alpha barely managed to hold in a scream as a sharp, stabbing pain assaulted her spark. She wasn't sure how he was doing it, but Orcus was attacking her spark directly. Tears formed in her optics and she laid her head down on the table, arms wrapped around it, and allowed herself to just cry; her shoulders trembled with every breathless sob as the pain stopped, but her spark still throbbed. Orcus had sent her a clear reminder: she could struggle and fight, but no matter what, she was his. I just want to be left alone…is that so much to ask? Why can't I be left alone? Slaggit…why? More sobs wracked her frame, but the noise that came from them was lost in the hustle and bustle of the rec. room as tears ran down her silver face and onto the hard, metal surface of the table.
Her fists clenched as she heard the yells of Fluffy's newest victim. Brawn. The sound of blaster fire hit her audios and she relaxed slightly; he would be fine. She laid her forehead down on the metal as her arms laid weakly beside her head. Alpha closed her emerald optics and her fingertips dug into the surface of the table as more pain assaulted her body, but this time, it was emotional.
Sunstreaker frowned as he stomped through the Ark's corridors towards the wash racks, grumbling and griping about his ruined paintjob. The Lamborghini's chest had three, deep slashes in the front while his back had four; both his legs had two scratches that, if you stuck them together, you could tell that they matched perfectly. He paused upon hearing someone's soft, gentle voice near him and turned his head. He spotted Alpha walking towards him, fiddling with her fingers and talking to…herself? He strained his audios, but managed to hear a few words.
"…Fluffy to hurt them? It's not right…" A pause, more words were said. He managed to catch "Wanna hurt them," but then Alpha's voice shut up. Upon glancing up, the eldest of the Lambo twins realized that the truck femme had seen him.
He frowned and straightened up. "Who were you talking to?" He asked, glaring at the nervous femme, whose optics were as wide as saucers.
"N-No one…" Alpha answered quietly, looking up at him. "I-I didn't say…say anything…"
"Cut the slag." Sunstreaker growled as he walked over to the femme, who had backed herself up into the wall. "Who were you talking to?" He was now 'towering' over her. He knew, like many of the others thanks to the gossip that spread around the Ark, that she was force bonded to one of the Decepticons, but right then, he wasn't thinking clearly. His brother had been attacked and his armor was all slashed up.
"N-No one…" The femme said again. She tried to edge away, but Sunstreaker stopped her, "Sunstreaker, please…I gotta go report to Prime…"
"Why?"
"'Cause…'cause…"
"'Cause after your little pet attacked everyone, including my brother, he's making sure you can't hurt anyone else? Hmm?" Sunstreaker was now in her face.
"N-No…he-he doesn't want me going off on my own anymore…" Tears were forming in her emerald optics. "I-I didn't attack your brother, Sunny…you've got to believe me…"
"Don't," He hissed, "call me Sunny." He placed a hand next to her head, making sure she couldn't run. "And, no, you didn't, but you little…monster did. He got both me and my brother…look at me!" Sunstreaker stood, but his arm stayed where it was. "It ruined my perfect paint job!"
"I'm-I'm sorry, Sunstreaker…I can't control it."
"Like hell you can't!"
Alpha flinched back at the yell as she subconsciously raised her hands up to protect her face. "They're not my powers anymore! I'm telling you the truth!" She tried pitifully, knowing how the yellow melee warrior was about someone hurting his brother and ruining his paintjob. He couldn't control his temper. "You've got to believe me!"
"I don't."
"Leave me alone!" Alpha suddenly screamed, dashing under his arm and running for it. She screamed when he grabbed her own arm and threw her back against the wall. "Stop it!" She screeched, fear and pain in her voice. "Don't hurt me! Please, Sunstreaker!"
Bothering you, is he? Orcus' voice asked, grinning, Well, let's take care of that, shall we?
"No! Don't do it!"
Sunstreaker's face twisted into one of confusion. "Who are you talking-aaaaahh!" He screamed as a ball of purple energy hit him, sending him flying back and crashing into the wall. He fell cartoon style out of 'Sunstreaker imprint' in the wall. He stood up instantly and glared at the femme. "I knew it!" He stomped over to the femme.
"N-No! I didn't do it! I-I swear it! Sunstreaker, please!" Alpha waved her hands in front of her face as she tried to get away.
"First ya ruin my paintjob, then you attack my brother," His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the wall, "Then you attack me." His grip tightened, making Alpha whimper in fear, "I don't see why Prime lets you walk these hallways without someone watching over you…who knows? You might attack him or Prowl next. Maybe your brother, or Hammertread. Maybe Kit…"
"Shut up!" Alpha screamed, "I wouldn't hurt them! You know I wouldn't hurt my brother! Or my daughter!"
"I thought you wouldn't attack us either!"
"It's not me! I swear it! I can't control it!" She turned her head away from him and the tears flew from her optics, hitting the wall. "Please…don't hurt me…"
"Sunstreaker!" A voice yelled down the hallway and Sunstreaker turned his attention from the young, cowering femme to the mech watching them. "Hey, man, leave 'er 'lone. Can'tcha see she's scared?"
"But she-"
"Leave 'er 'lone, Sunny." Jazz walked into view, "'Kay? Jus' leave 'er 'lone."
Sunstreaker looked down at the femme that was cowering against the wall and paused; her optics were wide with fear and she did seem small…which was odd, considering Alpha had always done her best to stick out and take on whatever challenge came her way. She never showed her fear if she could help it. The words he had heard while eavesdropping on Prowl and Prime flickered back into his mind.
"Prime, Ratchet found another spark signature in her spark…" Prowl's quiet voice said. Sunstreaker blinked from where he was hiding, about to play a prank on the tactician. Of course, he had heard rumors, but he thought that they were just that; rumors.
Maybe not…
Prime was silent for a minute, then he asked, "Does he know whose?"
Sunstreaker saw Prowl's shadow nod. "Yes." He was hesitant to answer, but then said, "The wolf's."
Prime's shadow ran a hand over his face, sighing. "I knew something was going to happen…but not like this." He glanced up at Prowl as the tactician sighed.
"I know…" Prowl's shadow glanced off in another direction and he put his hands behind his back. He said something else, but Sunstreaker didn't catch it as he snuck away from the tactician's office.
I didn't think it was possible for someone to be forced into spark-bondage… Sunstreaker thought as he continued to walk away, his pace a bit faster now that he was a bit farther away. He would prank them later…after he told Sideswipe this.
Of course, he wouldn't get to tell Sideswipe for that was when he found out his brother had been attacked…that's why he had shoved the information into the back of his mind; he had been upset at the femme. He forgot to think about what he had learned…
The yellow warrior frowned and pushed himself off of the wall. "Fine." He grunted, turning away. Sunstreaker ignored the frightened whimpers as he trudged towards the wash racks again.
Alpha looked at Jazz, optics wide, and then looked over at Sunstreaker's retreating form. She whimpered softly. "I-I gotta go report to Prime…" She whispered after a second. She turned to go, but Jazz grabbed her shoulder, causing the young femme to nearly have a spark attack. She managed to bite back her scream.
"Easy there, Al…I ain't gonna hurtcha. Ya know dat." Jazz said gently, letting go of her shoulder.
"I know…" Alpha nodded, still eyeing him. She inched away slowly, making sure he didn't try to catch her.
"Ya need some rest. I'll report t' Prime fer ya."
"Jazz, really…I can handle it…I just…" She looked around nervously, "I just wanna be left alone for a bit…"
Jazz frowned slightly, a new look for the mech. He stepped in front of her, "Al, ya 'aven't been yerself lately. Ya need some rest." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder where he could see it was him.
"N-No…l-look, Jazz, I-I gotta…I just gotta go…" Alpha slid out from his grip and walked around him.
Jazz started to sing a sickly sweet melody, forcing Alpha to follow him so she could listen. She knew he could sing, but she didn't know that his voice was THAT good...before she knew it, she was back at the med bay. She gave Jazz a curious look, but the black and white simply grinned and walked off down the hall, still humming/singing to himself.
Hammertread and Brawn had been in one of the storage bays moving some large containers when fluffy attacked. It hadn't seen Hammertread, but the tank heard Brawn yell something and hit the floor with a 'thud'. He came around the boxes to find Alpha's "pet" slashing his claws across the minibot's chest plate, while Brawn was trying to reach his gun that had fallen and slid a few feet away. Apparently, Brawn had tried to draw his gun, but it had been knocked away. The yellow and gray minispy turned and snatched the weapon, firing at the creature.
Hammertread barely had time to blink before all this happened. Fluffy jumped off, yelping, and retreated, disappearing into the surrounding air like a puff of smoke. Hammertread glanced at Brawn. "I'm fine, I think." Brawn took a couple steps and fell. "Well, okay, I may be wrong." The tank called the repair bay to come see what was wrong with Brawn. From what Hammertread could tell, it looked like he only had a couple deep scratches, and quite a few more shallow ones. And some bite marks.
Hammertread walked out when he saw Ratchet coming in. "I'm gonna get to the bottom of this." He stated.
Ratchet noticed Hammertread and paused, noticing the look in his optics. "...I heard about the attack and came as quick as I could. Did he get you or just Brawn?" He asked after a moment of studying the giant tank.
"Just him." Hammertread turned to glance at Brawn as Ratchet walked over. "I thought Alpha had Fluffy under control." The tank paused a second, then added, "I wanna know what's going on." It wasn't a question.
Ratchet glanced over at the tank. He debated with himself for a moment and then decided to tell. It was going to get out sooner or later...and the Ex-Decepticon did care about her... He sighed. "Alright..." He grabbed Hammertread's arm and, somehow, managed to pull him away. "Listen. Don't do anything rash when I tell you this, okay? You'll just end up making things worse..." He paused, then,
"Orcus forced himself onto Alpha and, somehow, the two got bonded. We're figuring out a way right now to undo it, but until then...there's nothing we CAN do to break it..." He decided to let in information sink in before he continued, but then winced and instantly regretted what he had told the semi-psychotic tank.
"HE DID WHAT!!!!?"
The sight that greeted Prime's optics when he entered the rec. room was one that caused confusion and alarm for the alder Autobot. It also caught him by surprised; he hadn't expected to walk in to see a group of the other Autobots surrounding a screaming and kicking Alpha, who was being held by a frowning Grimlock, whilst a stern-faced Omega stripped the young femme of all of her weapons and handed them to a stunned Jade.
"What's going on?" The Autobot leader demanded loudly.
At the sound of his voice, everyone froze; even Alpha quit screaming and trying to kick Grimlock. Omega snatched his sister's blaster away and then turned to the commander, "I'm stripping my sister of her weapons, Prime." He grunted out, putting the blaster into subspace.
"He has no right!" Alpha screamed, trying to kick Grimlock again, "He-He can't strip me of my weapons! He has no authority!"
Prime nodded. "Alpha's right, you know." He agreed, but then paused. He was curious as to why the younger of the two was doing that. "…Why are you stripping her of her weapons, anyways?"
"Ask her." Omega growled, looking at Alpha, who snorted, growled, but said nothing. After a moment, the jet looked at Bumblebee. "Look at what Bee's holding…"
Bumblebee glanced down at the thing in his hands and gasped, throwing it onto the floor where everyone could see it was a steel bladed knife covered with fresh, wet energon. Everyone's gaze glanced back up at Omega as the mech pulled Alpha's arm out from behind her back. It was covered with deep, crude slashes that were bleeding pink energon.
"She tried to kill herself."
The loud roar echoed down the hall, followed by the heavy pounding of footsteps, and Hammertread appeared in the rec. room door. Anything he was going to say vanished when he spotted Alpha, Omega and the others. The tank froze, seeing the gashes on the femme's arms.