Sting | Bumblebee

Chapter 1: Training

"Renaissance! Wake up!" yelled Bumblebee. He started busting some musics, that woke the hell up of me. "C'mon, Ren, it's training!"

"Ugh," I groaned, rubbing my human left eye. I fisted the ground, and walked over to Hound. "Good morning, Hound."

"What's up, Renaissance?" Hound greeted, bumping his robotic fist on my human right arm. "Getting ready for the next training?"

"You know, I'm fully trained," I grunted, stretching my arms out wide. "You don't have to train me again."

"Oh c'mon. Don't you want Optimus Prime to be proud of you?" Drift beamed in, sitting on the log next to Hound. "You know what's his wish."

"I know, but, I'm so tired of getting my body all beaten up," I said, scratching my neck. I went back to where my training begins. I strapped my gear on, and grabbed the sword I'd been practicing with. "This is new yesterday, Drift!"

"What's new?" Drift called back. I examined the rusty sword, and wiped it with my wet hand.

Renaissance.

It was written across the rusty blade in gold. I shook my head. "Hey, what're you saying again?"

"This was new yesterday and now it was all rusty," I repeated. Drift leaned in, and spitted at the blade. I quickly wiped it, and a the shine of the sunlight hit the blade and to my eye. "Whoa, it shines bright like a diamond."

Bumblebee blasted 'Shine Bright Like A Diamond' by Rihanna. "Bumblebee, really?"

Bumblebee laughed, and went to the canyons. Everyone left, and I need to take this with me. "Prime is alive!"

Hound yelled, jumping up and down the steep canyon. My head shot up, and I started running at their direction. Drift had his sword on his hand, and he put it back on his back, transforming into a helicopter.

Crosshairs had his goggles on. "Optimus!" I called, three humans got off him. I held my sword up, pointing into one of the humans.

"Ren! Hold up," Prime hushed. I threw my sword on my back, sticking it up. "Cade Yeager had his house attacked by the people that invented new bots. He repaired me, and I came to life."

"I'm fully trained, Optimus," I said, flipping my blonde hair to my back. "As you always wanted."

"Great job."

~

Night came by, and Drift and Bumblebee attacked each other. "This is what I'm waiting for! To dispatch each other!" Hound yelled, his words barely understandable because of his robotic cigar.

Tessa walked to me with her boyfriend, Shane. "You're Renaissance, right?" she asked, and I nodded. "What's the life living with these guys?"

"Cool," I replied. "They always trained me. Around guns, and blades. I'm getting scars because of that but it's worth it. Prime's wish since he made me. I'm part robot because at KSI, a huge explosion happened at the basement, and it affected my whole body. My face and and my arm only survived. And my right eye was removed when Prime found me before the ambush. He took me where the robots are and created many robotic things to me. I cannot die, unless its Lockdown. Bumblebee spray-painted me hot pink. And I can still change into a car."

I stood up, and transformed into a black and hot pink car. Of course, I can still see. I transformed normally again, and yeah. "Ren, we're going to KSI tomorrow."

"KSI?" I questioned. Prime nodded. "Okay."

I walked over to Bumblebee. "Just behave at the KSI tomorrow. I know we're going inside. Cade going to ride me as a car. Don't even think about that in a wrong way."

"I know, Ren," he mumbled, grabbing my robotic hand. I looked over where the others is, and Optimus was showing a clip. A green auto-bot was dying. "Ratchet?"

I quickly sprinted over. I watched the whole clip of Ratchet, dying. It kills me. He's like a brother to me and now he was killed by..... Lockdown?

"LOCKDOWN KILLED RATCHET?!" I screamed. My face plastered a terrified face. I grabbed my gun and started shooting places. Big arms wrapped around me, stopping me. "NO! I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! EVEN THE COMPANY THAT CREATED HIM!"

"Calm down, Ren, I'm here," Bumblebee whispered to my ear. I started to calm down, but still sobbing. "Every robot is worth of dying."

That made sense to me. He's right. Every robot is worth of dying.