Part Three:
Caustic
Breathe slowly.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
"You. Are. The. Control. Pillar."
"Let's hurt them-"
"Speak now or forever hold your peace-"
".Pain."
"-by getting to you first."
"You. Are. The. Control. Pillar."
"Heh, Messenger-"
"You can't see it?"
Choose.
Choose.
Choose.
His blood splattered against the hard ground. His breaths were the last he would ever hear. His fingers were trembling with the loss of his voice. He couldn't speak, he would be silenced forever by the aginising pain he felt in his limbs, his throat.
She was cutting him. She was brutally tearing apart the fragments of his life, the memories washing away with the rough ends of each laugh she breathed. She was happy doing this, ending him, and all he knew. She was elated that he was dying, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
"I believe in nothing, but the beating of our hearts," he heard the whisper of her voice, but it wasn't the angel. It was something he heard her say a long time ago, when they first met. Her eyes gliding up to his, before turning away, embarrassed. Her hair softly brushed his face, as she'd quoted a song she knew from childhood. He kissed her then, their first kiss, the only one they shared with the rush of hope. They were falling for each other as surely as they felt their own hearts beating.
"One night to push and scream—I keep dreaming, if I don't see you anymore?-To lean on, would it be good enough?" The flash of black and yellow. He knew who it was before he had to think. It would always be his Bee. Their belief in choosing to be friends, brothers, their wish to be together, like family, for as long as Sam was alive, and maybe after, was slowly slipping through his hands, out of him and onto the ground below him.
She was still laughing, still voicing her opinion, still saying it was all his fault. Was it really?
When he thought about it, she was right. Why did he bother to open his mouth about Cybertron? Was it really left to science or faith to decide?
Pain.
Why was there pain?
Oh, yes, he was dying…
Again…
He closed his eyes, whispery breath leaving him again, the one word on his lips still-
"Choose."
Choose to save what he knew he needed to save or, to let it all die in his hands.