Fell in love with a psychopath (2)✔️

Chapter 22. Sunstreaker?!

I had made it to Washington DC's train station and took the first train I saw. I was heading towards New York City. Although I had a head start, I doubted it would stay that way forever. Mirage can easily track my debit card, they assume I will go back to San Diego, that's not what I am going to do. I have something else in mind where I am gonna go. A place Sunstreaker once talked about.

A while ago, before Sunstreaker was captured and tortured and arriving at the base, he had an hideout, from there he went in a killing spree to hurt people, murder them brutally. The place was never found because it was in the deep woods, a log. From what Sunny told me, he had buried over 50 people there. The place was definitely creepy and I expected to find trails of what he did there but I have no other choice. If they can't even find a psychotic alien robot, they will not find me there either.

When the train arrived hours later, I took another train, heading toward Pennsylvania. I had some cash but it was just enough to buy train tickets with, not to buy any food. Before I had left the base, I managed to get Sunstreaker's knife back and steal some food for a day or two, depends on how I will eat today. I promised myself to save as much as possible. Unlike Sunstreaker, I need to eat frequently. Sunny could have easily skip a few meals and only live on the Energon. He never told me the exact details of what he did there, he didn't want to talk about it much.

((Sideswipe's P.O.V))

I decided to not mix into this. It's a chaos and Lennox is furious and grieving. So many words flew through my mind. What happened? Who killed Sarah? This couldn't be Skylar, she wasn't even near his family. Is she really the killer of all those murders or is there someone else doing it? My processors were barely able to process it all. I perked my head up as Lennox called out for me. I skated towards the hallway towards the hallway he was standing on and looked at him on optic level. "Have you found Skylar yet?" he asked. "She has disappeared off the face of the earth. She's... gone," I said. "Try harder!" he snapped.

"She couldn't have done it, you know that right?" I asked. Lennox snapped his head towards me. "I am only saying... she was here the moment it happened, she was stuck in the interrogation room. She's not the killer of your wife and maybe she has dreamed about it to make you feel the pain she has been through, she hasn't killed your wife," I said. "I don't care... I don't trust that girl and I want her here. We need to find my daughter," he snapped. I flinched a little but nodded. I felt horrible for putting Skylar into this position and maybe deep down I hoped that she would vanish in thin air and start a new live somewhere but I doubt she's able to get over my brother's death.

I sighed and looked away. A horrible stinging pain entered my spark. I screamed and collapsed on the ground, curling up. The pains got worse and worse. "Sideswipe!" Ironhide crouched down beside me. "My spark..." I whispered, looking at him. Ironhide helped me back on my feet and helped me towards the medbay. Ratchet ordered me to open up my chassis. The look on his face betrayed his worry. "Your spark is dying..." he said, looking at me. "It hurts..." I whispered, venting. Ratchet sighed and connected me to an Energon pump. "Extra Energon will help you smooth the pain a little bit but... this is bad," Ratchet said.

"Isn't there anything I can do?" I whispered. I was scared and they knew. "You need to relax a little bit, okay?" Ratchet asked. I gave a small nod. "But you're not going to leave, right?" I asked. "I will stay here with you," Ironhide vented. I flashed him a grateful smile.

((Skylar's P.O.V))

The night started to settle in when I arrived int he deep woods. I halted as I saw the log only a few yard away from me. This is a scary place, especially when you realize what have happened here. Mass murder, that's the only way to describe it. I climbed over a dead tree and walked over to the door of the house. The door wasn't locked. I shut the door behind me and grabbed a flashlight that I saw. The atmosphere here was cold and dark. I opened the basement door and peeked inside. I saw blood on the stairs and walls, like people tried to get away. The smell was horrible as well. Like rotten body parts.

I headed down. I didn't have too, but I wanted to see what Sunstreaker did. I prepared for the worst. Some rotten bodies were hanging on fleshhookds, normally used by butchers. Sunstreaker often took his inspiration from horror films, this obviously came from the Texas chainsaw massacre. I stepped over some bones, rotten flesh and other parts I couldn't identify. I shown the flashlight on a wall, it was full of photo's. I frowned and walked over to the wall. Hundred of photos taken off me. My jaw nearly dropped in disbelief. These weren't just photo's taken off me years ago but also recent ones. I was freaking out and spooked at this point.

I headed back upstairs and locked the basement door. Sunstreaker is dead, he couldn't have taken these photo's... right? I looked out of the window by hearing a car approaching. I turned off the light and hid behind wall, looking through the window as the car approached. I was absolutely creeping out. I didn't even know I was being stalked.

I had a clear view of the black Lamborghini coming to a stop. I walked outside, looking at the car. This is the car I have been driving for weeks. "Sunstreaker?" I felt my breathing hitch as the car started to shift and transform. I stepped back, looking up to the car. It was so dark, I only saw two bright red eyes, shinning with envy. "I am not Sunstreaker... that's my son."