Lament
Part One:
Ephermeral
His conscience had brooded for those agonising few minutes, with the words of faith replaying in his mind. He could acutely make out the difference between right and wrong: he always could. But yet he knew not whether keeping what he saw from his best friend in those nightmares was right, or wrong.
Bumblebee had disappeared after letting Sam down, transforming into the yellow camero and swinging out of the hangar as swiftly as possible. Sam had sat down on thr cold, hard ground, elbows on knees, hands against closed lids, and silently let the tears fall.
-He could hear those squeals of pain, even if they were silent to Sam's ears. Out of nowhere, Sam saw Barricade reach into Bee's throat, and pull out something, slippery in his grasp, he let it go immediately, and it dropped to the ground—
He was going crazy.
- Those blue optics, Bee's optics, were staring at him, at his horrified face, Sam's, and he put a hand to his mouth, feeling the bile rise in his throat. His best friend had lost his voice that way? Oh God—
The white suited men would be coming along any second.
- Bumblebee thrashed in the Decepticons hands, before being let go, falling down on the ground, and lying there, utterly defenceless, and, Sam gulped, left for dead. Bee was trying to speak, he could tell, and yet he knew no words would ever come out. Bee couldn't speak anymore—
He felt his shoulders slump forward, the weight of everything around him placing an even heavier burden on his heart.
"You. Are. The. Control. Pillar."
If he was the one in control, why in Heaven's name did henot just stop everything, let it all drop and fade into nothing? Why couldn't he just give up? He could've just lied to his best friend in order to make him feel better. At least then, Bumblebee wouldn't feel so utterly alone right now.
He let out another gasp of air, and stared straight ahead. Carly would be here any minute. He needed to mop up, and work some sort of illusion, one he could use to fake everything he'd ever known. He placed one hand on the cold, hard cement floor, stumbling to his feet.
He heard it before he saw it.
A footstep, followed by another, and another.
Coming faster, faster, faster…
Toward him.
Behind him.
His heart raced, knowing it wasn't Carly, or Lennox. He turned around quickly, and almost gasped in surprised, as he took in the shadowy silhouette of the female figure. She was carrying a hammer, glinted with blood. Dried blood.
It was her face Sam was more shocked to see.
Mearing?
"Let's hurt them, by getting to you first," was all she said, before she aimed at him.
Sam put his arms out to defend himself-