Fell in love with a psychopath (2)✔️

Chapter 15. Murder

The door swung open. "Come on, Skylar. People want your presence during the meeting." I frowned. "Meeting?" I asked. Sideswipe gestured to come over but I didn't. "Piss off." Sideswipe stepped in. "Skylar, a nurse was killed today. You know everything about how Sunstreaker killed, what his motives were. You can help us catch this copycat," he stated. I got up and pushed him out of the way.

"Skylar, take a seat," Prowl said as soon as I walked. "I want the keys of the Lambo first." He frowned. "Sit down," he ordered. "No." I stood my ground. "I want that Lamborghini and in return, I will try to help," I stated. "You're not making the decisions around here, Skylar. Especially not after what you did," Lennox said from behind. "Alright, good luck." I passed them. "Skylar." Sideswipe stopped me. "Just hold on a second."

"Please, give her them a change."
"Then give me the car."
"It's not a negotiation, Skylar."
"Well, then I guess it's not my problem either."
"What if you're next."
"So be if. Someone on the other side will be waiting."

"Okay. Fine."
I halted and turned around to face Lennox. "You can have the car if it's that important to you," he stated. "How do I know you're not scamming me again?" I snapped. "I am think I am very polite. I don't have any reason to be polite," Lennox growled. "Give me the keys." He sighed and threw them my way. "Thank you." I walked inside the meeting room and took a seat. As soon as I sat down, the meeting started.

They had a list with possible victims. I just felt like they weren't the right people. "Say something, Skylar," Lennox demanded. "They're not brutal enough to do it. The person is copying Sunny's work and... Sunny was brutal. He had no remorse. These soldiers are too soft to do it," I stated. "Then what do you think?" Prowl asked. I bit my lip and stared at the photos. Sunstreaker popped up in my head.

"What if..." I trailed off. "What if he's not dead?" I asked. They all groaned. "Skylar, this is not time for jokes, okay? My men are dying, my best friend got killed and Sunstreaker is dead!" He snapped. Sideswipe was oddly quiet in my opinion but maybe because he knows it's a useless argument. "Think about... the Decepticons have mobilized. They were out there looking for something. What if that something wasn't me? What if they were after Sunstreaker?"

"That's absolutely ridiculous!" Lennox spat and slammed his fist on the table. "It was a mistake asking you to join. We should've know you would bring up Sunstreaker and that he mysteriously rose from the dead," he spat. I snorted, "well, I rose up from the dead too and I am just human. Sunstreaker saved my life—" Lennox cut me off. "Enough!" He slammed his fist on the table again.  "Go away." I bit my lip but got up.

It was a stupid theory. I headed for hanger three. I needed a drive. Outside Washington DC, I reached the woods and parked near a lake, sitting down on the hood. It was peaceful and calmed me down. I breathed in the fresh air and laid down on my back for a moment. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up from a strange noise. Like a rumbling noise. I shut up and looked around, there was nothing. Only some spooked birds. I sighed and rubbed my eyes before hopping back in the car. I drove back to base and headed for my room.

That night, I had a strange dream. Sunstreaker was there, sitting next to me. "Sunny..." I mumbled. "Shh, go to sleep, dear," he murmured. "I miss you..." I muttered. "I know you do... just go to sleep babygirl," he whispered.

The next morning, I woke up at 7 AM. Too early but I couldn't sleep anymore. I showered and dressed up. Sideswipe was nowhere to be seen, so I ate alone in the mess hall until Prowl sat down in front of me. "Are you here to give me a speech?" I asked, poking in my food. "No." I arched a brow. "Are you here because Optimus asked or Sideswipe?" I sulked. "I am just trying to understand what's going on here. I thought having a chat with you in private would be better," he replied. I looked up to him. "Have seen Ratchet for that?" He pointed at the bloody bandages. "No, but it will heal."

"You should. Look... isn't there any suspect? These photos, how can you be so sure?" He asked and showed me the photos again. "Because... it needs to be done by a psychopath. Not some... soldier that looked up to Sunny. You need pure hate for this." I tapped on the photo's of the crime scene. Prowl sighed. "To come back to your theory, you know that's impossible, right?"

"Yeah... I guess it's hope."
"We can't use 'hope' right now. We need facts and we need you to help us make a profile." I sighed. "I get it. Fine, I will make a profile," I muttered. "Can you give it to me today?" He asked. I gave a small nod and watched him get up. "Nothing is impossible. Especially not with Sunny." Prowl looked down at me. "He's dead."

I watched Prowl walk away and I got up as well. I found my quiet place in hanger three and sat down against the Lamborghini. I sat there for an hour until I heard voices. I groaned and hopped in the car. I placed my documents in the passenger seat and started the engine. The car roared to life. I love that about Lamborghini's.

I drove off and headed for the McDonald's. I parked and hopped out. Out of no where, a man walked up to me. Obviously homeless and aimed a gun at me. "Give me the keys!" He snapped. My shock was quickly replaced for anger. "I am not bluffing! Give me the keys!" He snapped. I considered my options and reached for Sunstreaker's knife I still carried around. "Hey! Hands up!" The man sneered. I stopped. "Give me the keys or I'll shoot you," he threatened and loaded the gun. "Then shoot me," I growled. The man fired. I honestly hadn't expected him to shoot. I collapsed and the man snitched the keys off the ground.

From my belt, I grabbed Sunstreaker's knife and stabbed the men in his leg. He screamed and collapsed on the ground. I hoisted myself up and straddled the man, punching his face over and over again. I felt so much anger. Not because he just shot me, threatened me and tried to rob me but because of everything. Anger that was inside of me for so long. The man didn't respond anymore and my fist was bruised from punching. I reached for Sunstreaker's knife on the ground and pressed it against the man's throat at the point it was cutting his skin. Blood slowly seemed from the small cut. My entire body was shaking as I stared at it the position I was in. Sunstreaker would have sliced his throat open without mercy. Just like that. The mech popped up in my head and tears streamed down my face. Without even thinking about the consequences, I sliced his throat. Blood splashed all over.

How could Sunstreaker enjoy this feeling. I know understand the thrill of it but it didn't make me feel better. The pain was still there and Sunstreaker wasn't back. I screamed and got up. My body was shaking. I sank down on my knees next the black sports car and stared at the ground. There was an complete silence... maybe that was even worse. My eyes traveled towards the body and I got up, looking down at the man. His eyes stared into nothing.

I tightened my grip on the knife and took a deep shaky breath. What would Sunstreaker have said? Would he be proud or would he have stopped me? I looked at the bloody knife in my hand. It cuts through skin like it's made out of paper, I barely used any strength. It was like a natural thing to do with this knife. My finger tips traced the letters that spelled 'Sunstreaker' engraved with golden letters.

I looked at the body one more time before I turned around and walked towards the drivers side of the car to leave the crime scene and dump this body somewhere.