Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

48 - Mistakes

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        FarLust suppressed a shudder as the needle pierced her neck, the contents of the syringe emptying before Shockwave pulled it back out. A slight burning sensation swept through her form, but she didn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her discomfort. Instead, Far kept her faceplate neutral as she endured her punishment.

        She hadn’t seen or heard from BrokenWeld since she’d disobeyed. The small mech had effectively vanished, without Megatron or Shockwave giving away what fate he’d suffered. All FarLust knew was that before he’d been hauled away, his shoulder servo had been dislocated.

        He had been taken from her. Removed from her life like he was nothing more than a pest inside their walls.

        FarLust had quietly sworn she would find him again, offline or on, he would be found. And she would make certain that he had received an end fit for a spark of his caliber, assuming she’d be burying the body.

        FarLust missed him. As much as she loathed to admit it, she greatly missed the small mech. He had been a constant in a world filled with variables. Despite everything, he had risked it all for her.

        Look at the backlash it had earned him. Look at the pain and the punishment. BrokenWeld was Primus-only-knew-where, enduring who-knew-what. Maybe he was already offline. FarLust didn’t know. All she knew was that she would avenge him and protect the legacy he’d left her with: a legacy of free will, and of life.

        Slowly, those thoughts began to fade from her, despite how desperately FarLust attempted to hold onto them. As the serum worked its way through her, it began setting things back to how they’d been before FarLust had learned anything outside her programming. She was being sent back to her early days before independent thought. FarLust was suffering the fate BrokenWeld had hoped she wouldn’t: she was losing what little free will she had obtained over time.

        As FarLust’s optics began to drift closed, she thought about how the small mech would be disappointed in her and her lack of freedom. She had given it up all too easily. He would’ve fought. He would’ve fought for his own free will, and for hers. But FarLust would find him. Somehow, she swore she would. That mech was imprinted on her spark as a memory of greatness, alongside the annoyance he’d caused her.

        The wonder he’d caused imprinted far deeper than the trouble.

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        “What the hell are you talking about?” Fay demanded. Even after FarLust had explained everything that had happened, every gory detail and twisted bit of fate, Fay was in denial. “That doesn’t even make sense!”

        “Our true programming is the reason we exist. Of course it makes sense. we stem from it. It is why we will never be free. But we can sure as Pit suppress the slagged thing.” FarLust glanced around the desert warily. “Speaking of which . . .” She muttered. “It’s been quite some time. Since she hasn’t shown up yet . . .” FarLust winced. “She may have possessed your body.”

        “What?” Fay shrieked, staring up at the black femme. “That can’t be possible!” As Fay’s mind raced about what the hell may have happened if her ‘true programming’ had taken over her form. Fay was . . . Where the hell was she, even? “Why didn’t you tell me any of this until recently? You couldn’t have given me any of these warnings before it threatened my entire existence? Stupid, fragging-!”