Chapter 3: Dreams and Scars
A week had went by and Bee had totaly forgotton about the problem from the previous week. However, most of his friends still wondered about it. One night Barricade and Makeshift were walking around the neighborhood. Barricade talked about a few times he and his old fellow enforcers had gotten bruises and scratches from catching troublemakers.
"You're lucky you barely get any injuries!" Barricade chuckled.
"I just hope this bruise right here never goes away." Makeshift said pointing to his left shoulder.
On his shoulder was a large permanent scratch mark that told a very sad story. Barricade didn't have any permanent marks but he wish he had gotton one the same day Makeshift got his.
"Should we ever mention this to Bee?" Barricade asked making both of them stop in their tracks.
Makeshift sighed and looked at Barricade. Barricade could tell he looked dissapointed and Makeshift turned his face away.
"I'm sorry if-" Barricade was cut off.
"No Barricade, you're right. But we will need to find a better time. We just got here last week. We don't want to give out any surprises yet. Just in case he figures it out himself." Makeshift said turning back to Barricade with seriousness in his optics. Barricade nodded and they continued to walk home. Later that night, Bee was in his room sleeping. He was having a crazy dream.
"No...don't...please...stop it!" Bee mumbled as he moved around on his bed. His right servo was in a fist while his left servo looked like he was clinging to a cliff.
In Dream...Bee's POV.
Bee's dream was very dark. It looked like he was in an alley. He looked around seeing he was against a wall. Bee's vision suddenly turned blurry.
"What's going on? Where am I? What wrong with my voice?" Bee said concerned as he noticed his voice had gotton very young.
He noticed his body was really small. Suddenly static flashed by his optics. Next he could see a huge brawl right in front of him but couldn't make out who was fighting. He tried yelling out.
"HEY, STOP!" Bee yelled to no avail.
As they kept on fighting Bee could hear a few words such as "FRAG YOU" and "LITTLE PUNK". Bee wished they would stop. More static filled his optics before the dream skipped a bit to Bee now trying to intervene. He hopped on one bot trying to pull him away. Even though he didn't have claws he clung to the shoulder of one who tried to shake him off. Bee reached over to grab another one digging his servos into his chest.
"GUYS STOP, PLEASE!" Bee yelled in his very young voice, only to receive a metal fist to the face by an unknown bot snapping him right out of the dream.
Back in reality...
Bee fell straight to the floor but recovered fast. He realized he was dreaming. His optics were fine, his face was fine and he was in his room.
"Aw man!" Bee said getting a little annoyed. "Darn dreams."
Then Bee remembered something. He felt all around his face. Only to be dissapointed that there were no permanent marks. He looked in his bathroom mirror just in case. Bee felt like going out for a walk and went out. He didn't transform and instead just wanted to walk from one end of the street to the other. However, as Bee began his walk, a shadow quickly formed around him. Bee stared at it and saw two white holes in the shadow that looked like optics.
"Bee?" the voice said.
Bee turned slowly around to see Makeshift. Even thought Bee couldn't see his mouth, Makeshift was smiling.
"Makeshift? What are you doing out here this late?" Bee said confused.
"Oh I always take a little night walk. I actually came over to see if you wanted to hang out with me and Barricade tomorrow. You can bring Optimus and some others if you want!" Makeshift said.
"Really, wow cool, I would love too!" Bee said feeling his spark warming up.
Then Makeshift just happen to stare at Bee's chin. Bee thought he quickly zoned out. Bee waved his arms around.
"Makeshift...what's wrong?" Bee asked concerned.
"Oh, sorry I thought I saw a little smudge on your chin." Makeshift said tracing a sharp claw on Bee's chin.
"Oh ok! So I will see you tomorrow?" Bee said.
"Yep, you bet!" Makeshift said giving him a thumbs up.
They both went different ways. Bee went back to his house while Makeshift walked the original way Bee was going. As Bee was a far distance away Makeshift looked back and sighed.
"Poor Bee."
To be continued...
