"Don't put that fork in there, I don't want blood on my ice cream" – Siblings are the best invention ever

MafiaFormers

Chapter 7

"Who's Simmons?" Mikaela asked hesitantly.

"The craziest mother-," Jazz started to say before Optimus shot him a warning glance. "He's a little off."

"He has my parents and best friend." Sam bellowed as he stalked towards his Camaro. Fully intent on saving all three, guns to his heart or not.

He only made it five steps before Bumblebee was standing in his path, he growled and tried to shove the other boy away, but he might have tried to kick a wall down for all the good it had done. Mikaela had also headed for the car and was currently in the tight grip of Jazz. Sam looked back and glared at Optimus.

"You said you'd let her go."

"I changed my mind as the circumstances changed." Optimus said plainly.

"Again who is Simmons?" Mikaela questioned, tapping her foot. She didn't seem to have a problem with the man's hands firmly on her thin shoulders.

"He's the head of Sector Seven." Ironhide growled, gripping his cannons threateningly.

Sam rubbed under his eyes tiredly, having pocketed his cell phone. "What does this Sector Seven want with you guys?"

"They want us locked up so tight; we couldn't breathe without it being catalogued." Ironhide spat.

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Miles yelped in surprise as the two men yanked open a large metal door with a small window in the middle and roughly pushed the young teen inside of the barren room. He still wasn't sure why these mysterious men had barged into his house, knocked out his parents and then forced him into their shiny SUV. The tinted windows coupled with the dark evening made determining his current location next to impossible. He knew that he was at least an hour away from town and in a giant metal building that felt wrong. They must have drugged him or knocked out because he couldn't remember walking into the building he was currently being drug through. His arms jutted out as he braced his fall and turned to sit on his butt as the heavy door slammed shut. He scrambled up and clawed at the door, but there wasn't a handle and the mental rubbed his fingers raw. He whipped his head around, eyes tracing the walls. There wasn't even a security camera. He crawled over to the corner and curled in on himself ignoring the lumpy mattress to his right. He buried his head in his arms, his long blonde hair falling to veil his face.

"What did I do wrong?" He whispered dejectedly into the darkness.

Miles remained in his corner, feeling safer with his back firmly against the cold and cracked wall. The single light bulb in his cell flickered ominously and Miles had to dig his nails into his skin to keep from bursting into terrified tears. He would not break down! He stared blankly at the center of his prison, shifting slightly when his legs started to fall asleep. He figured he'd been in the cell for a few hours when his ears picked up a noise. His head shot up at the sound of a loud voice growing. He also could pick up the sound of metal scraping against the floor; in such a manner it sounded as if something was being dragged. His door opened and the same two men in black suits, held another man, both his legs shackled to his wrists, effectively preventing him from moving much at all.

The men snickered and shoved the new person into Miles cell and left, their shoes clicking as they retreated down the hall of empty cells, save for the last that the two now resided in. Miles studied the man who had fallen to his knees, but remained silent. The man looked to be in his mid-twenties. He wore black pants and a ripped blue shirt, spotted in blood. He had black hair cut short and layered, and was undoubtedly handsome. Said man kept his head down and eyes laden as he struggled to stand up. The chains made it difficult and he sagged to the right. Miles had jumped up and was at the man's right, supporting him before he could even stop to think.

"What did you do?"

"Shut it fleshling. I eat kids like you for breakfast." The man muttered darkly, but leaned against Miles for support.

Miles smiled and eased the man towards the mattress, the pair only moving inches at a time because of the heavy shackles. When they had made it to the mattress, Miles had moved in front of the man and gently pushed him down; pulling the chains so the man wouldn't get tangled in them. The man grunted and let his head fall to his chest, Miles smirked taking the grunt as the closest thing to appreciation he'd get. He stepped away and retreated back to his corner, sliding down and resting his chin on his knees just watching his new cellmate. The man breathed heavily but remained silent.

"What's your name kid?"

Miles head jerked up. "I thought you wanted me to shut up?"

"Just talk to me." The man growled, his fists clenching.

Miles sighed and nodded, figuring the man wanted a distraction. "My name is Miles Lancaster and I'm 17. I'm also a genius."

"Humble much?"

"No just honest." Miles replied easily, the tension of the room slowly draining as the man's well-muscled shoulders relaxed. Miles was also honest enough with himself to admit the man sitting on the lumpy mattress was downright hot, and could possibly put Mikaela to shame.

"I met my best friend in middle school during gym class. We were both hiding during a free-for-all dodge ball game, under the bleachers. I excel in mathematics and chemical equations. My parents want me to work with equations and in math labs but I really love star gazing. I'd love to be a researcher. But apparently that isn't a worthy enough job for someone of my skills. I also bought my own telescope by washing cars for two summers in a row." Miles rambled on, wondering why he was telling a total stranger all of his personal information.

The man nodded slowly, his breathing deliberate. "So you like stargazing? What do you think about aliens?"

Miles shrugged nonchalantly. "As I've never personally met one I don't have anything to base my reaction on, but I don't see myself freaking or passing out."

The man's head bobbed and he fell silent. Miles curled back in himself and rested his cheek upon his boney knees, his mind swirled with equations and questions about the mysterious man. It was all he could do not to burst into terrified tears and scrap at the metal door till his fingers bled. He'd never admitted to being a strong person of heart, just of mind.

"Barricade." The man grunted.

Miles lifted his eyes up but kept his head on his knees. "What?"

"My name fleshling." Barricade replied.

"Why do you call me that? Just call me Miles." He sighed tiredly, not interest in arguing with his only company.

Barricade laughed dryly and Miles looked up as the man intertwined his fingers, popping them loudly. "Would you like to meet an alien?"

"At this moment? No, I'd like to leave this cell first."

Barricade looked up and met Miles's eyes. Miles felt his jaw drop slowly as he starred into Barricades deep red irises. It was as if he was gazing upon a glowing ruby and he couldn't look away, they seemed to draw him in. The foreignness of the color didn't twist at his gut; surprisingly his only thought was on why the man didn't look at him sooner. Miles wanted to drown in the deep red. Barricade coughed loudly, startling Miles from his trance, he looked away embarrassed, unable to believe he'd just been fantasizing about another males eyes. Not to mention he'd been openly starring at the older man.

"Sorry."

"I am intimidating" Barricade responded matter-of-factly.

Miles shook his head, words tumbling from his mouth without being filtered. "No, your eyes are beautiful."

Barricades head shot up as his red eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Umm... Yes."

Miles blushed, begrudging himself for doing so and fiddled with the edge of his pants. "So you're an alien?"

"No I just happen to be extremely handsome with glowing red eyes! It's perfectly human. Of Course I'm an alien you pathetic flesh bag." He growled, but Miles didn't feel any aggression in the man's words.

"Can I ask you some questions?" Miles tentatively asked, his voice rising with excitement.

Barricade noticed the boy's happy expression and enjoyed denying the kid. "No, not in this hell hole."

"If we escape will you answer my questions then?"

Barricade snorted but shrugged his shoulders. "Boy if we escape I'll keep you as a pet and tell you everything."

Miles chuckled. "I like the 'everything' part but being your 'pet' not so much."

Barricade held out his hands. "Firstly, we can't go anywhere because of these, and secondly I think you'd make a great pet. Seeing as how you already keep to the corner and your hair is a nice silky golden yellow"

Miles scowled at the man but refused to take the obvious bait. It may be fun for Barricade but Miles didn't like to engage in verbal disputes. That and he normally lost. "You can stay in them you freak."

"Human you dare-."

"My name is Miles, Barricade. I don't call you E.T so don't call me by my species." Miles finally snapped, he hated the term human. It made his skin crawl.

"I will call you what I please." The man roared, causing Miles to flatten his back against the wall in shock of the volume of the Barricade's voice. "If I were in my other form I'd crush you."

"Other form?" Miles questioned, willing his heart to stop racing in his chest.

Barricade glared at the boy but said nothing, choosing to scoot back on the mattress until his back was also against the cool wall. He had nothing to look at save the blonde human so he resorted to studying the organism squirm under his unblinking gaze. He was also pleasantly surprised the teen had a backbone, which might make his long stay in hell slightly more bearable.

"Entertain me."

Miles snorted and shook his head, as he wrapped his arms around his knees. Allowing his eyes to drop close. "Entertain yourself."

"I want you to do it." Barricade purred.

Miles slowly looked up at the alien and felt his face flush before he buried it back in his arms. Barricade laughed at the human's reaction, with a smug smile. This might not be that horrible of a prison as long has he got to keep the human as a cellmate, he might actually enjoy himself.

"I'll entertain you, but you answer my questions." Miles replied softly, still unsure how Barricade wished to be entertained but he was sure the man just wanted someone intelligent to converse with.

Barricade pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at the human, radiating his darkest aura but the boy didn't back down from his stare or statement. Reluctantly Barricade looked away with a sigh. "Fine." He grumbled. "I am a bi-functional being. This is one of my two bodies I reside in, and before you ask yes both are me. I won't talk about that subject again."

Miles nodded and when Barricade beckoned him forward he obeyed without hesitation. He sat where the man pointed to at the edge of the mattress on the floor. Crossing his legs, Miles put his hands in his laps. "So what are you doing here?"

"I followed my father, when he escaped our planets tyrannical ruler Prime." Barricade huffed angrily.

"Tyrannical ruler Prime?" Miles asked skeptically, now wondering if this was a lame movie plot, he slyly glanced around checking once more for cameras

Barricade signed wondering why he was telling a fleshy, although incredibly intelligent and even-minded fleshy, all this information? "Our planet was ruled by the Autobots and their leader the Prime for hundreds of years. A rebel group rose up to resist the harsh rule of the so-called peace-keepers. They took my uncle and brother and turned them against us. My father and I escaped trying to find a way to save our planet and people from the Autobots."

"Why couldn't they have just elected a new president or overthrown them?"

Barricade shook his head. "The Autobots are an underground mafia group that grew to fame through Energon trafficking."

"Energon is-."

"Your equivalent to alcohol."

"Ok, so let me get this straight, you have a government but this mafia group called the Autobots actually rule?" Miles questioned.

Barricade nodded and his chest rumbled in anger. "They tried to assassinate the High Lord Protector." At Miles raised eyebrow, he answered the un-spoken question. "It's like the president."

"If you're not an Autobot, what are you?"

Barricade smiled, truly smiled his red eyes sparkling. "A Decepticon."

FYI I love Miles….He's (in my opinion) not loved enough

Factly is not a word but I have heard the phrase 'matter-of-factly'. THUS I have concluded the English language is bizarre!

Sub0chick- I always thought Mikaela should have had more of an attitude! Hahaha You know the way to my stomach! Sub-sandwiches and cookies…I'll even roll over!

Keishinaruka- I did think they were a lot like Mafia members and the way Optimus was really BAMF in the second movie and seemed to have his own swagger. Bee is kinda (well I thought) a wuss to Optimus. Of course I'm gonna finish this and I'm sooooooooo pleased that I've had so many reviews(the mot to date) and your weekly long review makes me smile and want to write more XD You made my day writing this lovely review.

Faith Robin- school! *ugh* that's my answer..how about you and ur Sherlock story?

Talltree-san- Haha u want her gone? Sorry no!Bee was kinda eager wasn't he ;)

Hotstep122- well thanks for submitting a review and I'm glad you liked the argument..I had a blast writing it

Thanks!