Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

28 - Unanswered

        ~~~

        FarLust threw down the bow and arrows as she stalked back into the lab, the weaponry landing with a loud set of clattering as she paced through the empty floors in her silence. Today, she’d slaughtered five more Autobot soldiers. That wasn’t the problem. She’d done it for the safety of the lab, the safety of her siblings. The problem was why she’d been forced to kill them; the reason why they’d been in the vicinity in the first place.

        Somehow, BrokenWeld had gotten himself into danger after venturing outside the lab, and walking much too far from the proximal safety that typically came with the space. After noticing that the timid mech was gone, FarLust huffed and went after him. If she hadn’t, then he surely would’ve been tortured and killed. Or worse, he would’ve given up the position of the lab.

        Quietly, the meek mech came into the lab a few moments after her, and FarLust groaned, turning around to glare at him. “What is wrong with you?” She demanded, scowling. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed! Or worse yet, you could’ve put all of us in danger! And if the Autobots had let you live after they got what they wanted from you, I guarantee I would’ve killed you myself you worthless piece of slag! Tell me, when is it ever okay to put them in danger? When is it okay to put my survivors at risk?”

        “I . . . I’m sorry, Far. I d-didn’t mean to go that far. I didn’t suspect Autobots would be out there waiting. It didn’t seem plausible.”

        “Well, it may not have been plausible to you, but it was far more than possible, as we’ve found out, you scrap heap! If you pull another stint like that again, I will rip out your worthless spark and you will understand why you DO NOT endanger my siblings unless you’re willing to face the pits a thousand times over! Are we understood?” Drawing a blade, FarLust pointed it to his throat, scraping the wide edge against his neck.

        “I, yes, Far,” he stammered quietly.

        “Good,” she muttered, drawing the blade back down and turning away from him, starting to walk away.

        “Were you worried about me, FarLust?” BrokenWeld asked cautiously, watching as she turned away from him, then turned back at his words, a bit of fury in her scarlet optics.

        “Excuse me?” She demanded, glaring daggers at the ‘inferior’ mech. “Watch your glossa or I will watch it for you after I cut it out of your mouth!”

        “But you noticed I was gone!” BrokenWeld argued, flinching at her threat, subconsciously backing away from her and the danger she presented.

        “I noticed the lack of an irritating, worthless mech in my presence, and I sought to find you before you put them in danger,” she murmured angrily, jerking her helm towards where the others rested in their chambers. Except, of course, CatEyes, who stood at the other end of the room, practicing her aim with her daggers, pretending she didn’t hear a word of their argument.

        “You care about me, don’t you, Far?” He prodded slowly, but the words were enough to provoke FarLust into gripping his throat as she pinned him up against a wall.

        “I care about the information that has been so foolishly entrusted with such a worthless mech, you piece of rotten slag,” she growled the words angrily. “And I swear to the pits that if you give me any more trouble like you did today, I will dispose of said information properly by removing your helm myself and leaving your body for scraps while I erase your fragging hard drive. Are we understood what’s on the line here?”