A/N: I'm not sure if I said this before, but all the chapters that are flashbacks will be short. Sorry about that, but... well frankly, I am lazy. Anyways, sorry for not updating in like forever. That I blame on only having one computer in the house and my mom running a business on eBay .
Before (Bethany's POV- Bethany's Memory)
There's not much light, so it's hard for me to see much of anything. There is an odd static at the edge of my vision, and an insistent whirring in the back of my mind. I can't seem to place exactly what is wrong, but I know it isn't good. The main reason for my doubt of the "greatness" of the situation is my lack of feeling throughout my body.
I try to focus my vision, and have little success; but, I have just enough success to make out some of my surroundings around the ever present static. None of it seems familiar, and it startled me further because of the fierceness in the bright red orbs overlooking me. I can just barely make out the mech's faceplate's sharp features, jagged edges similar to that of a knife. There's a smirk on his face that sends waves of worry through my weak spark- I mean heart. That's an odd slip up, but not uncommon for me.
A huge claw scrapes across my cheekplate- cheek- and a metallic screeching resounds off of any surface nearby. I cringe at the sound, wondering why no pain accompanies it. I let out a pitiful squeak as a claw drags itself over my neck, slicing it open. I still don't seem to register any pain from these actions.
"P-please. Stop." I whine, my voice broken because of the damage to my throat. There's an odd metallic twinge to my voice that isn't usually as strong as it is now.
A gruff voice replies with a sinister chuckle, and the red optics- because, what else could they be?- seem to mirror amusement. "Not until your father is here. I want him to see-"
"Megatron!" A familiar voice yells, a loud crash accompanying it.
The fierce mech leaves my extremely limited line of sight as his cackle bounces off of all the nearby surfaces once more, and vibrating my ever fading spark- heart-, "Ah, there you are, brother. Glad you could make it!"
"Megatron, you have gone too far this time!" The voice cries, and I hear a huge dose of distress in it. There is a series of metallic footsteps, before I hear a clank, followed by a groan and a loud thud.
"Not so fast, brother. I'm not quite done yet." The voice- whom I'm assuming is Megatron, the decepticon leader who was killed the same day my parents were, which only makes this memories explanation seem more false- growls, and I feel claws wrap around me tightly, and lift me up. Finally, I seen capable of feeling something, although I pray it won't become as harsh as the other actions probably were. I squirm a little, all the while trying to focus my now completely static-covered optics- eyes- but energon- blood, gosh, I mix things up in this memory a lot- loss seems to be weakening all my systems-I'm not even sure how I should correct that one...
"P-please..." I whisper, my metallic-sounding voice awefully quiet. "Just stop it."
There's a squeeze applied to my body, but I can barely feel it. I feel all different parts of my body being torn and ripped as his grip on me tightens and I scream, finally feeling pain rip through my small frame.
"Beta!" That familiar voice yells the nickname Optimus, Elita, Bumblebee, Sunny and Sides often call me. I still can't pinpoint who is speaking, though, and it frustrates me to no end. "Megatron, please stop!" I scream once more as the hand grips me even tighter, something I had thought impossible. I honestly wish I couldn't feel anymore right now, it hurts so badly. "Brother, please! Don't do this!"
"Ah! Please! Just stop it!" I scream as his grip tightens around me. I can barely think straight as blackness engulfs my vision and blurs my processor- mind- while I cry for mercy.
"Megatron!" Comes the enraged call of the familiar voice, and the easily recognizable sound of a cannon being loaded comes with it. "Let. Her. Go."
Some of the tension applied to me lessens, though I'm so far gone right now, I barely notice. There's another faint cackle before I feel the grip disappear completely and wind rush around me. "Catch!" Megatron cackles.
"Beta!" Comes that familiar call of the nickname once more as more faint steps sound through the static that fills my audio receptors- ears, gosh!- rush to me, and a pair of firm arms wrap around me. The person clutches me to their chestplate- chest- and I feel their spark- heart- thrumming against my form. I feel comfort flood through me, and it obviously isn't mine. And worry accompanied with fear comes with the comforting feeling. And a single drop of wetness was able to tickle my nervous system before I couldn't feel anything again.
"Beta," The voice mumurs morosely. "Stay online."
"I'm sorry... I didn't listen," I whisper, before I slip into stasis lock.
. Peace, Love, and Transformers :D