The Saboteur and His Puzzle

Chapter Eight

A/N: So sorry for any errors! It's early morning here for me so my brain isn't awake lol. I'll go back and fix them later on. Thank you.

"S-sir...?" Clinton dared to whisper after at least 40 minutes of silence. Well, besides the rain they had encountered. Which stopped a few moments ago, much to Barricades pleasure. The police cruiser revved it's engine in annoyance. Humans and they're unnecessary ramblings...

"What is it, fleshling?" Barricade rumbled, trying his very best to be patient.

"Who are you? What are you? How come you know my name? Where are you taking me? How com-." Clinton rambled nervously yet curiously.

"Enough!" Barricade shouted. Clinton flinched and leaned back against the seat. He bit his lip and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. He looked to the window again, watching the landscape go by. They seemed to be in the middle of no where but only the highway told him otherwise. There was nothing but grass and trees surrounding them, hardly any exit close to each other.

Clinton felt very lost and very scared. He was trapped inside this evil robot who had a bad temper, and he was alone. Clinton had to repeatedly remind himself to calm down.

He really wanted some comfort or someone to speak to of sorts. It always seemed to ease the tension he felt so uncomfortable in. "Deep breaths, think of what you want to say first, and relax. Then you can tell me", his mother had told him before.

He hadn't really followed that instruction his mother offered him. Perhaps bothering the bot who kidnapped him wasn't such a great idea after all...

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled. Barricade let out a forced sigh. Barricade couldn't grasp the boys bravery. He tried to speak to him? The hostage trying to make conversation with him? Barricade wanted to laugh it just made no sense! Did the boy want him to kill him? Did he know the situation he was in? The trembling from boy showed he did, so why did he act this way?

"Why do you speak to me," Barricade asked lowly. Clinton looked to the front seat in alarm.

"Cause I have no one else to talk to." He spoke quietly out of fear.

"I told you to remain quiet."

"And I asked why you took me!" Clinton shouted, very frustrated. Tears began to swell up in his eyes.
His hand banged against the seat in front of him.

"I said no hitting me!" Barricade snapped, getting more annoyed by the second.

"You're ignoring me!" Clinton cried, his voice cracking. "If you're taking me away from my family and friend then at least tell me why!" Clinton screamed. "I'm scared and I just ask for a conversation, is that so much to ask for!?" Clinton kicked the seat in front of him in pure frustration and Barricade slammed on the brakes. Clinton lurched forward and hit his face against the headrest in front of him.

"Get out."

"You didn-."

"Get out!" Barricade snapped, a loud rev making Clinton jump. Clinton unbuckled and hopped out as the door was opened for him. Barricade transformed and Clinton fell onto his bottom in the wet grass as he forced as digit to his face. "Let me make myself clear, boy. You will listen to me from here on out. So that means when I tell you to do something, do it. That means no hitting me, no talking, and no more leaking. It leaves gross human stains on my seats. Understand?" Barricade snarled, his face coming close to him in warning. Clinton gulped and felt a stray tear escape his eye. He began crab walking further into the mud so he could create distance between them.

Barricade only stepped forward.

"Yes sir...B-But can't I just-."

"No, you can't. Because I'm bigger than you and I am your captor, me, Barricade. You do what I say!" Barricade slammed a fist into the dirt beside Clinton. Clinton fell and curled up into a ball, shielding his face. Barricade felt very satisfied with his response. Barricade began to smirk but he heard a small mummur from below him. Barricade leaned down further to the boy. The wet dirt sinking into his servos as he placed his weight forward.