(A/N decided to change this little part, I found it to short and it lacked the emotions I was going for, so here's an entire chapter for it)
Those crimson red optics, the bottomless pits of hatred and anger. The things I have come to learn and hate. The cruel grey frame that ripped everything I had away from me. I grappled onto his servo, but how I wanted to let it go. The feeling of his clawed digits digging into the front of my frame. The feeling of my door wings involuntary shuddering against my back.
His helm was tilted up, sizing me up, or the situation. His dermas curled in a frown. I swung smy peds trying to get free of his grip. His servo already carving indents in my armor.
"I know you're planning something, your going to tell me what it is" he growled at me, his voice dangerously low. I made my decision right there, hanging mid air, only supported by his arm, I was not going to give him anything.
"Can't a bot go on a stroll without all this" I mocked. He growled and dropped me, my frame crumpling to the ground. I grunted as I rolled over to face him. He smirked then swung his ped in a defining kick, it made contact with my side and I was sent flying. I rolled to a stop a ways away. I clutched my side as I stood up. I shot glaring daggers at him. My gaze flickered around as I looked for a way out. There was no hope, I was in the middle of every important con. Soundwave, starscream, shockwave, and Megatron.
"Tell me, what are you and your autobot friends planning to do" he growled. His peds shaking the ground as he stormed towards me.
"I won't tell you anything" I spat out. He picked my frame up again, slamming it into the nearby wall. The pain shot through my door wing as it was bent at an awkward angle.
"I wasn't asking" he states. He grips onto my arm, twisted it to the side. The pain shot though my lines like fire. I let out a small croak of pain, that turns into a yell of pain. He let go and I dropped to the ground, grabbing at my twisted arm.
"Tell me, or the next one will be much harsher than that" he growls, stomping onto my chassis.
"Sorry I can't do that" I mock at him, I don't care if he gets angry, it won't change anything. The weight of his ped on my chassis increases, the feeling of my chassis collapsing. The pain is unbearable, but I have to bare it, for the sake of Cybertron. I can't even get enough air into my vents to scream. All that comes out is the miserable sound of my pain. He ped presses down harder, I can feel my spark chamber breaking. I scratch at his ped trying to get it off.
"Tell me scout, this will not end well for you if you don't" he growled, the pressure finally lifted from my chassis. I laid there, gasping for air. I refused to stay down, I wasn't going to just let him throw me around. I pushed myself up, standing in front of him. I barely came up to his chassis but that didn't matter.
"N-never" I choked out, the words almost catching in my throat. His optics gained a new fire, one of pure anger. He lunged forward, I tried to doge but it was no use. He threw a punch and it hit me right below my chassis. I stumbled backwards from both the force and the pain. The feeling of my metal bending and breaking. I crumpled over, my tanks churning from the blow.
"I'll give you one more chance, after that I will not hold back" he hissed, spitting the words from his intake like they were poison. I glared up at him, my servo holding my side.
"T-than do it already" I growled out. He let out a low growl before a series of unremarkable punches made contact with my frame. I couldn't keep my thoughts straight, between the feeling of his fist, and the wall, maybe the ground, I couldn't tell anymore. I felt a sticky liquid splatter across my frame, that was no doubt, my own energon.
"Is there going to be an ambush" he growled the question. I was in my servos and knees, a rag doll for whatever he wanted. My own screams of agony rang in my audio receptors. I got to my knees, holding my shoulder, the energon spilling over my servo.
"I wi-" I started, but was cut off as the energon spewed from my intake. Throwing me into a coughing fit, as I chocked on my own energon. "I w-will never tell you" I forced my vocalizes to say. He continued to look down at me like I was nothing more than an ant beneath his ped.
"Such a shame, another good scout gone to waste. All because they joined the wrong side" he growled. He bent down, all I knew that happened next was the feeling of wires being cut and severed, my armor cutting into my own frame. My legs grew weak beneath my weight, my frame collapsing onto itself. Though my pain I choked out more words.
"I-i never joined t-the. . . Wrong side" I tried to hiss, but all that came out was something resembling those words. Pain and more pain were all that I felt, a blade going though my leg, a clawed servo shoved into a joint. The feeling of energon draining from my body, running over my frame.
the feeling of my chassis pressed into the ground by my own weight, the energon already pooling around my helm. i dont know how i stayed awake, may it be by my own stubbornness, or primus himself. i didn't even feel it at first as megatron racked his clawed servo across my back, severing wires, cutting metal. the fresh energon pooling in the wound as it tore down my back. severing lines too close to my door wings. a mark that i would never be rid of, something etched into my memory forever. my screams of agony only muffled by the energon spewing from my intake, threatening to choak me.
"TELL ME NOW" Megatron yelled. His blade digging into my abdomen. My blood curdling scream rang out, the pain is all I could feel. I shook my helm violently, trying to rid it of . . . I didn't even know. He dropped me back down, every time I fell, the pain worsened, the more my frame broke and shattered. I let out a muffled grunt as my frame ached, I couldn't stand, I could barely move. I felt my life draining away with my energon.
"S-stop stop please" the beg escaped me, I didn't want to spill but it just came out. I clamped my intake closed, afraid that if I opened it the information would spill out. That it would come gushing out like a unstoppable waterfall.
"The pitiful scout is finally begging for his life. That relief won't come, not unless you tell me what you are planning" he growled. It was barely audible to me, but somehow its still engraved into my processor.
"n-NEVER" I shouted at him, though all my pain I could still refuse. He growled and picked me up again, his claws gapling around the base of my neck.
"I will only ask. . . Once. . . More, what are you planning" his growled. I started up at his crude red optics. They were deep pits of hatred and anger, the determination to subject everyone under oppression. I gathered my words, the only words that came to my processor, the once that I would fear to ever say again. The ones that would stretch my silence forever.
"I'll never talk" I spat at him, my hatred pressed into every inch of them. If it were a normal bot, they would have been like daggers into a spark. But he is not a bot, he is a monster, and that is all that he will ever be. His smirk widened across his face.
"I would kill you, but death wouldn't be horrid enough for what you've refused to do" he growled, suddenly his voice dropped dangerously low, his optics a deeper crimson red, a new hatred burned in them. A hatred for my refusal, a hatred for my stubborness, a hatred for me.
"I do believe that you will not tell me what you are planning, so I guess you will never speak again" he growled, his servo reaching towards me, to my throat.
They plunged in, claws tearing wires, splitting energon lines. Tearing though till they found what they were looking for. Then they grabbed into some I didn't know. Only the pain is what I knew, but I refused to let it out, refused to let the information slip. But I couldn't hold it anymore I let it out, I waited for the information to slip, for it to be released into the air. But the only sound was defining static, the static when words are no more, when my voice is no more.
"Such a foolish scout" Megatron growled and dropped me. My frame clatters to the ground, but I barely felt it. Everything was going back, then it finally left and everything was empty. Empty like my spark, empty like the hole Megatron left, empty like me.
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bumblebee's journey (book 1)
FanfictionBee wasn't always a autobot he wasn't a con either he was unstable after losing so much and being held prisoner by the cons for helping the autobots. now he is on team prime and optimus considers him like a son but how did they get here where was he...
