The Life of Destiny Pax (Discountined due to New Reboot)

Ch3

(Destiny POV)

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"Destiny...," Optimus trailed off, I looked down and nibbled my bottom lip fearfully.

Primus why me?!?

I sighed before I replied, "I think it's better to show you then tell."

I turned around, still biting my lip I uncovered my shirt to my back. Where all the wounds and scars that I've had showed. Tears form in my eyes as I remembered each terrifying moment with amazing detail.

I wasn't prepare for there reactions.

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(Optimus POV)

Destiny turned around which most of the shirt was blue, she lifted it up and I saw something more horrific than any scientific experiment that the Decepticons ever created.

Lines of blue energon crisscross over her back. Scars and red burn marks were on her back and I saw more on her legs and abdomen area. One of the burns had a large cut down the middle and was spewing blue. Bruises and cuts were on her back, my spark thrummed with anger as I saw that she was crying from her memories.

Ratchet spoke in a loud gasp, "By the Allspark."

Arcee mumbled near my side, "Who would do this to a sparkling?"

Bulkhead growled, "They deserve a few good punches for what they did."

Bumblebee buzzed angered by the girl's tears, "They broke her, guys, they broke her spirit."

I heard more growls of anger causing more tears to fall down Destiny's face. I silenced them quickly with a strong glare, as I asked her in a soft and gentle tone, doing my best to control my anger, "Who did this to you?"

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(Destiny POV)

I heard the anger behind their voices, I knew they were angered but at whom...me or the orphanage? I just wanted to escape and now, I had no where else to go. I started to cry, oh how I would love to have a family again. One who didn't abuse or care what I did or where I was from.

As fear and sadness clouded my brain I heard Optimus ask me gently, "Who did this to you?"

I widened my eyes and turned my head around to stare at Optimus. He felt like a father to me, a Opi. I told him as I remembered, "A lot of people...."

Optimus gaze soften as more tears flooded in my eyes, "I been at the orphanage since I remember. When I played with the others, the other children would pick on my eyes. I would be late because I would be locked in closets or left in classrooms. When the school made me drop out I was whipped for half of my life, when the whip didn't work they went to the barb one which gave them another reason to beat me. I bleed blue blood, not red like the others."

I sat down and curl into a ball, locking my arms around my knees. I kept going noticing how the others curled there servos into fists, "Though the worst punishment I got was when another kid was beaten. I punched Miss Lancy on the nose, she's the caretaker and the punisher, she let the kid go while I got whipped and thrown into the "box". A small room with nothing in it but a small rug. The "box" became a usual punishment, where she'll never give me water for months or food. I survived but I planned to escape. When I did I ended up running from Miss Lancy and into Optimus."