Well, here it is! So sorry for the long wait! Y'know how it is...with homework and after school things.

Enjoyyy and except some new characters coming soon!


Chapter Four – Nightmare

Only a Few Minutes Later…

"Mommyyyy!" the mechling shrieked, a tiny yellow hand reaching out to the femme as a plasma projectile impacted her chestplate, the very center of it where her spark laid. A pale blue flash of light struck the air momentarily coupled with the cry of Lexine as she fell to the ground, blue optics flickering. They stared right at Bumblebee in the last moment of life, her faint yellow hand, too, reaching for her baby bot. Her fingers brushed his cheekplates.

"B-Baby…"

Bumblebee's fit of sobs couldn't have been more intense, shaking him violently as he gripped one of his mother's fingers. The faintest smile curled her metal lips, her optics shutting offline for over a second, then returning online. She shook.

"R-Run, Bumblebee," she breathed. "G-Go."

But, he couldn't will his little legs to move.

"Don't take your problems with you
Just leave them where they lay
Forget about all of your troubles
And just enjoy today."

"M-Mommy, don't go," chirped Bumblebee in a hiccupped sob. "Mommy…"

"I love you, my Bee…"

He had to strain his audios to hear her.

Lexine suddenly turned, her innocent optics meeting the red hot pair of the Decepticon drone who had willingly given her this fate, its faceplate donning an evil smirk. The plasma cannon rose to the femme lying hopeless on the ground, the weapon glowing, then pulsing to life, steady, warm, growing hotter and hotter with each second that went by. The Decepticon chuckled lowly in its steel colored chest.

"Consider this your last moment," it growled.

Bumblebee cried out. "S-Stop!"

The drone ignored him. One Autobot at a time, it thought. I'll get to you, youngling.

And without another word, the drone fired, everything seeming as if it were in slow motion in the mechling's fear-stricken optics, the scream of pain from his mother striking his audios, entering his processor, and sending shivers up every wire in his body. He had never heard such a sound like that ever before…

Nor had he seen his mother in such pain.

All he could do was cry and back away.

He didn't speak. He didn't watch. He only looked away with a quaking frame, optics shut.

The groans of pain wrenched his little spark.

Footsteps sounded and, thinking the monster had disappeared, Bumblebee turned, pale tears dotted on his faceplate. The picture of Lexine, her entire form crumpled up, metal curling inward on her chest as it sizzled, smoke rising…Bumblebee wished he were dreaming in a nightmare. He wished so he could wake up and find himself in his parents' arms, the comforting thrums of their sparks warming him…

Heaven, it was. And this was a living Hell. The Pit for sure.

Lexine turned her head so slowly, faceplate twisted in pain. "B-Bumblebee…"

Bumblebee shivered and stepped forward, keeping an optic on the drone that stood nearby. The bot whirred sadly and pressed his little body against one of the femme's cheekplates, shaking, optics shutting as he choked out sobs. Lexine's optic lids fell.

"Bumblebee…" she breathed again, her voice so dry. "…L-Love you."

You're with me when I'm lonely.
You're with me when I'm scared.
You're with me every minute of the day.
I'll always know you cared.

Bumblebee whimpered, watching her finger tap his tiny spark chamber. She didn't speak, and she didn't have to. Bumblebee understood what she was telling him. She was telling him that even though she wouldn't be with him, she'd always be in one place.

In the mechling's heart.

The way my tears fill my eyes,
When I think of us apart,
Start fading now, and I start to smile,
You'll always be in my heart.

Her internal systems groaned slowly offline, her finger dropping as her entire form grew lifeless. Bumblebee hugged her faceplate tightly, shutting baby blue optics as the tears poured out of them again. When the drone's footsteps started again, he cried out softly, slowly turning his little head to the massive robot with optics wide and completely innocent.

The drone scowled and snarled in its throat. "Pathetic…" The Decepticon leaned down and took the mechling's arm in between two of his claws. He lifted the crying youngling to his red optics, slitting them as he looked Bumblebee over.

"I know exactly what I will do to you," he droned, scarlet optics flashing, making Bumblebee wriggle in an attempt to escape the Decepticon's grasp. But, the beast didn't give, holding Bumblebee's arm tighter until the sharp tips of his claws dug in. Bumblebee screamed, throwing his little head back. The drone only smirked.

"That's right, youngling. Scream."

Bumblebee whimpered, wide optics opening to let tears spill from their ducts. The drone held Bumblebee by the back of his neck, lifting a claw to the baby bot's spark chamber. The claw dug in, making the mechling kick and squirm as he heard metal scraping, felt the massive finger slip between space among armor plating. The claw tore through wires, snapping their sensitiveness and causing the most unpleasant jolts to snake up the mechling's systems, all the way to his processor. He shivered, feeling his tiny spark beat quicker by the drone's finger as the beast scraped his metal again.

Wide blue optics stared into heated red, and they stared, the youngling frightened. The drone frowned with a hardened faceplate, carelessly dropping the mechling onto the ground on his aft. Bumblebee grunted and looked up.

The Decepticon growled. "Why waste my time killing a youngling…?" he muttered to himself, turning away. "He won't make it for a single breem."

The mechling couldn't have any sense of survival skills, being that young. Therefore, the drone walked away in massive footsteps, leaving the bot to himself.

All by himself.

Alone.

Bumblebee whimpered as the tears continued to fall, looking around with scanning optics for any sign of his father, any sign of help. Sobbing, he stood on his little feet, wandering away from his mother who lay dead of the ground, not looking back once to revisit the terrible sight.

"Daddy!!" His voice echoed…

And received no response.

He was alone.

Vulnerable.

Prone to harm.

Through tear blurred vision, the youngling looked around with desperateness beating furiously in his little spark. No one was near, but the sounds of plasma, machine, and laser gun fire refused to cease its striking of the air. Each cry of a fallen Autobot, every groan of the dying, sent a scar to his spark, twisting it painfully.

Here the mechling was, in warfare.

A youngling in the middle of a battle…

He scurried into the cave where he had just been with his mother, pressing his knees to his yellow chest. Whimpering, his head buried itself between his legs, tears staining his armor.

"P-Primus, help m-me," the bot prayed, optics lifting to the dark, blue-black sky. Rain fell, and thunder clapped, making his head burry itself again.

What a nightmare.

"H-Help me…"