Broken: A Transformers Fanfic

Chapter 8: Cold

He was cold

So cold.

No one would think that his kind would be able to feel such a thing.

But here he was.

Curled up in a corner.

Trying to preserve the heat that seemed to slowly be sucked away from him by something evil.

Something hungry.

It seemed to be seeping into his frame, freezing wires, clawing eagerly at his spark chamber.

To top it off, he couldn't see anything.

Why was everything so dark?

Why was he so cold?

Some sort of Decepticon tactic, no doubt.

A manipulation of the environment, designed to cause the occupant to go insane.

What could be worse than being completely isolated and trapped in the dark in a small cell? The fact that his one comfort was gone.

He couldn't even feel his twin, and his spark fluttered painfully.

My twin.

My brother.

Why couldn't he feel him?

Why were they torturing him so?

He understood the beatings.

He understood being locked away in a cell, in the dark, and by himself.

But with his spark bond, he was never truly alone.

How were they blocking it?

It seemed an impossible endeavor.

But the Decepticons were always full of surprises.

He shifted slightly, drawing his legs closer to his chassis.

He didn't know how much longer he could keep on like this.

His navy blue optics scanned the inky blackness of the room in vain.

In search of some source of light.

As if the light itself could provide him the hope that he seemed to severely lacking.

The light from his optics did nothing to penetrate the gloom, and he shivered.

Cold.

Devoid of light.

Cut off from his twin.

What kind of pit was this?

He needed his brother.

He needed to get out of here.

How much longer can I last?

Was this their goal?

Keep him isolated, and see how long it would take for him to break?

To spill the secrets that he had sworn on his spark to protect?

He would never give them any information.

But he did not know how long he would be able to hold on.

It seemed so easy to just...let go.

To slip away.

Join the allspark.

Enter a reprieve from this hellish state.

Sideswipe needs me.

How many times had he told himself that?