Lockout: A Transformers Story

Chapter 29: Don't Believe in Hope

{yay! More chapters to come! This is making me excited! I need to remake my playlist of this story because it is definitely not so accurate anymore. I'll put a link of that in the end of the story when I can! I hope you guys are excited for the next story! -Lock💜}

I can't scream.

I can't............ can't breathe.

I couldn't shout, can't scream, just watch, watch in blur.

Everything was mostly blurred, the scene before me. Vibrant, vibrant violet clouded and illuminated the sky, ill... sick. I hadn't seen this place before, only heard from my brother. I could hardly make it out. Nothing gave me the jitters more than this eerie place. I wanted to run, it was horrific.

I finally could move, slowly, I felt trapped, for show.

I came across a field, a desert of dead bodies, dead friends. Gore.

Gore...

I lost my stomach a while ago. My soul, if a Cybertronian had one, when I gazed upon my gored, bloodied, battered brother, deceased.

Blurry.

Was I even alive?

"Lockout?" A familiar deep voice filled with concern, fear, came. I turned, I couldn't even be alone in a dream to suffer...

"Prime?" My legs moved on their own, I felt his arms suddenly wrap around my frame. "I-I'm sorry..." I muttered.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Wh-what?"

"It wasn't your fault." He breathed. "None of it, all of it, it wasn't your fault."

I stood, baffled for words, terrified.

"Hope. You need to believe in hope."

Hope.

Hope...

It wasn't your fault.

A piercing alarm brought me into reality from a restless - dare to say - nightmare. I bolted from the bed a bit sudden and I fell.

"Ow!" I huffed. "Dammit..." I got to my feet, something intense had occurred, I could feel it. Believe in hope. Hope. I thought. How is it easy to think of hope? Hope, after all these restless nights and inability to breathe.

Making my path to the main bridge, I yawned. One day... I thought, again. One day it'll be over and I might not see it.

I was in no condition for another battle, if that's what this new nightmare is. A nightmare of reality. No comfort. Even being with shockwave, I found it hard to find comfort.

I didn't even have to step into the room to know there was Autobot activity. I knew. Something was bound to happen, Ironsteel seemed sure of that. He got his point across.

My optics were yawning harder than my body, currently in another world. Barely able to focus. Incapable.

"Are you okay, princess?" I heard shockwave mutter, only so I could hear.

"I'm exhausted." I breathed. "I'm in no condition for battle."

"I know."

I closed my golden orbs for a moment to think, the said battle was set, we are all but moments from death.

A possible trap.

Not set for me. Not on purpose.

The decepticons can't see that.

"Sometimes..." I breathed. "I blame myself for the ongoing battle."

"That's not - you can't blame yourself for the war, for battles."

"For deaths? Deaths I caused... families I murdered, friends?"

"The war, the battles are not your fault."

Not my fault.

"You regret fighting back?" He asked, voice a stern, deep, dark tone.

"Sometimes... sometimes you get tired of fighting."

Hope...

Hope...

You can't believe in hope.

For me... it's not there...