Sing me to sleep - terror twins -

+ Chapter 36. What on earth were you thinking insulting her?!

I slammed the door shut. Jolt jumped in the air before turning around. His eyes widened a little. 'How did you call her? A whore?' I asked dangerously. Jolt stepped back as I locked the door and threw the key away. 'Sunstreaker—' I cut him off. 'Tell me something Jolt... how much is your life worth? Guess not enough to leave my mate alone,' I snapped. 'You're dating her now?' He asked. I lunged for him, slamming him against the wall. 'Not just dating. She's my girlfriend and I don't appreciate your behavior towards her. What did she do to you?' I snapped and tightened my grip on his throat. He gasped for air. 'Well?' I snarled. 'I am sorry...' he cracked. 'I didn't hear you!'

He whimpered as I tightened my grip even more. Bruising started to form all over his throat and neck. I let go of him. Jolt sank on his knees, gasping for air. 'I am sorry,' he cracked. 'It wasn't really a smart move, was it?' I asked. He looked up to me again. 'Now tell me what she did to you why you are so mean to her?' I snapped. He flinched. 'Did you do it for fun or because she's my girlfriend?' I snapped. Jolt flinched again. 'Don't make me repeat this question again. Why did you hurt her feelings and insult her!' I roared. The mech was frightened at this point, the smell filled my nose and I loved it. 'I am sorry.' I grabbed my knife and his hand. 'You'll lose a few fingers if you don't answer me right now with a good explanation,' I snapped.

'I did it because... she's too good for you. She looks pretty and she ends up with you,' he said. I narrowed my eyes. 'From all mechs and humans walking this earth. She's stuck with you,' he snapped. I hit his face and scratched his arm with my knife. Energon poured out. 'Oops.' He hissed, holding his arm tightly to stop the energon flow. 'She loves me, Jolt. Tell me something... who do you have? I don't see anyone supporting you,' I said. Jolt said nothing and looked down at the floor. I grabbed his hair, making him look at me. 'Answer me, who's your girlfriend?' I asked. Of course he couldn't answer me. 'Let me make something very clear, alright? If you insult her or don't accept her, I am going to murder you in the most gruesome way I can manage. Slowly, painfully and you'll be conscious throughout everything. I will make you suffer, you understand?' He nodded his head rapidly.

'Good.'

I stepped back. 'Next time, you won't be a lucky mech,' I snarled. He flinched again. 'Be nice to my femme,' I hissed before I turned around and stormed off. I've no trouble beating up my own team or killing them. I've done it before and I am willing to do it again if I have to. I kept an close eye on Skyla today. Eden was back from her few days off and I didn't trust her around my femme. I've tried to lure her away and kill her but every time, one of my fellow team mates showed up. Now, I don't care killing her while they witness it but they will protect her and she's able to escape. I need to do it quick and efficiently so I will minimize the chaos and trouble. I will end up in the brig for sure. She just needs to... disappear.

As I was thinking about a good moment, I saw a roomie approaching Skyla. I straightened my back. What's he up to?

The sound of a gunshot filled the room and a horrible pain flew through my body. I collapsed, reaching for my abdomen. Blood rushed out instantly. I barely felt the pain. I felt someone reach for me. Ratchet laid me on my back, looking at the wound and started to give pressure on it. 'Fuck...' I growled, throwing my head back. Blood started to deep from my mouth as I coughed. 'Look at me...' I glanced at the medic. 'Relax, okay... just relax you're going to be okay,' he said.

I spotted Skyla. 'No, go!' I snarled and coughed up more blood. She crouched down, rubbing my head. 'I said go!' I snarled. 'Skyla? Go, I will take care of him.' Sideswipe grabbed her, pulling her up. 'Find Jazz,' he ordered and pushed her towards the stairs. 'Damn it, Sunstreaker,' he snapped. I grabbed his arm tightly. 'Please look after her,' I cracked before everything went black.

((Sideswipe's P.O.V))
Ratchet operated on Sunny to stop the internal bleeding and remove the bullet. It was an complex and dangerous operation but Sunny pull through like always. He hadn't woken up yet. 'Hey...' I turned to look at the medic as he walked in. 'How is he?' I shrugged. 'Still sleeping. Who shot him?' I asked. He sighed, crossing his arms. 'I asked Prowl to analyse the billet and see from which type of gun it came from and it's disturbing.'

I frowned. 'One of us shot him. The bullet is designated to one of us,' he said. 'An Autobot shot him? That's ridiculous,' I scoffed. 'It's not considered the fact he killed Autobots. He has enemies,' Ratchet said. 'Yeah, but they won't just shoot him in a hanger full of humans and other Autobots. Prime would never approve it,' I said angrily. 'No, but someone is mad. He hasn't done anything lately. He's too busy looking after Skyla,' I stated. 'Someone must have stolen the gun from us. There's no other solution why someone would attempt to kill him now. He's on his 'sweetest' moments of his life.'

Ratchet rolled his eyes. 'I am serious, he won't get any nicer. I can't and won't believe someone just tried to kill him,' I stated. 'Unless it's about Skyla,' Ratchet said. 'You mean someone is jealous?' I scoffed and crossed my arms. He shrugged, 'he's protective over her and we both know how Sunstreaker is towards mechs when he has a girl so perhaps he pissed someone off or someone made a comment like Jolt did last evening,' he said. I shook my head, glancing at my brother. 'Or Eden somehow got a gun. She stole it and shot him.'

'That's not making any sense. Why would she shoot him and not just Skyla if she hates her so much?' He asked. 'Perhaps because Skyla needs to stay alive and Sunstreaker is watching her 24/7.'
'Either way, keep an close eye on Skyla until we know more and figured who's gun shot the bullet. It doesn't matter what happened, I just want to know which mech or femme fired or who's missing a gun!'