Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ Fragments of Allspark ❯ A Slave of his Emotions ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5: A Slave of His Emotion

 

The sight of the explosion sent Bumblebee swerving. He mentally checked himself. Aria was his charge. Sam had passed that responsibility. Something inside Bumblebee clenched painfully as a low pitched whine of fury accented his squealing tires. He knew this emotion; loss. He swung crazily down the Witwicky's street and spun out into a dead stop. The sun glinted off the flashing bulbs of a police car. The car sounded its wail again and again, until neighbors started peeking out of doors curiously. Bumblebee's emotion turned into pure hatred. Barricade was barring the way to his responsibility. As if on cue, Barricade transformed jerkily into his true form, and readied his stance for battle.

“How nice to see you, old friend! Don't you recognize me? I am Barricade, your final opponent.” He gestured wildly to his spare parts. “Because you will die for what you did to my amazing body!”

Barricade had never been so cocky; and that gave the Autobot an opening.

 

 

Bumblebee sped towards him and transformed in motion, slamming his head into a surprised Barricade's middle. He roared furiously and pummeled his fists into the Decepticon's midsection. Barricade swung to the side and grabbed Bumblebee's shoulder, wrenching him down to the street and shot at his neck, and was thrown back several yards as Bumblebee jammed his legs into Barricade's hips. Frightened people screamed and ran back to their houses, as Bumblebee leapt onto the Decepticon. He locked his legs around the other and whipped out his cannon, charged it quickly and fired. Barricade shielded the blast with a hand and diverted the bulk of it to his bicep. He flipped backwards, throwing Bumblebee aside and staggered to his feet. Barricade was missing two fingers and half his upper-arm.

“Damn you, Autobot scum!”

Barricade fired rounds at Bumblebee, while the Autobot turned to take the hits on his wing-like shield plates. Suddenly, a small blast ripped through Barricade's side, and the Decepticon fell in shock. Bumblebee turned to see Ron Witwicky, Sam's dad, with a missile launcher hoisted on his shoulder. Bumblebee immediately dove into Barricade, plunging his hand in the gaping wound. He pulled at wires and ground through steel to do as much damage as possible. When Barricade fell limp, Bumblebee wrapped his arm around the Decepticon's head and jerked it quickly, spinning the head 180 degrees. Bumblebee dropped him and turned towards Ron.

 

 

“Having friends in the government has its advantages, my robot friend!”

The man said, as he dropped the smoking weapon with a grunt. Barricade was unconscious and leaking Energon fast.

“Ron Witwicky, is Aria all right?” Bumblebee said in earnest, running up to the man.

“She's with Judy. Is this guy dead or what?” A quick scan of Barricade said no, but he was well on his way. Bumblebee would deal with him later. He needed to have Aria in his sight. He was surprised to feel something very near panic had taken hold of him. He supposed the only reason he did so well against Barricade was because the Decepticon thought he knew his fighting style. The truth was, Bumblebee was often a slave of his emotion, and fought accordingly. That missile the human hit him with had saved him a lot of damage, however.

 

Bumblebee strode past the man, and up to the front lawn of the Witwicky's. He peered inside but saw nothing but a house awash in morning light. His audio sensors picked up the faint sound of crying.

“Something is wrong, Ron Witwicky!” Ron ran up to the door and glanced worriedly at Bumblebee as he whipped the door open. The Autobot could hear him combing through the house, and saw him occasionally when he passed a window.

 

 

“JUDY!!!” came the cry again; his calls were still met with no answer. Ron darted to the living room window where Bumblebee peered in.

“I can hear crying.” Ron said, starting to hyperventilate. Bumblebee was too anxious to continue waiting for the human. He focused his audio and then with a small tug, relieved the house of half its roof. Lying in a pool of her own blood was Judy Witwicky, eyes wide and glazed over in death. Halfway through a hole in the floor was a small robot, skittering away with aria in its clutches. If Bumblebee were human, his teeth would have been bared like a wild animal. On his steel face, however, the only sign of his extreme anger was his optics narrowed to slits. He reached over and plucked Aria delicately from the robot, ignoring its indignant squeals. Bumblebee's other hand grasped an arm of the bot and lifted it up to his eye level. It must have been an Xbox 360 once; Bumblebee knew from Sam that an Xbox was `cool'. This particular gaming console lost its function as Bumblebee flung it to the concrete driveway and ground it with his foot like a cigarette butt. He was startled by a sudden round of small missiles being launched and exploding all around him. Bumblebee leapt over the house, shielding the crying baby in his hands, and ducked. Barricade looked over his cannons with a smirk, and refocused his fire on the rest of the neighborhood. Houses shattered, people screamed, and Bumblebee realized that it wasn't the screams that bothered him. It was when the screams suddenly stopped in mid-howl. The whole street was alight in fire and Barricade started laughing as his optics dilated, and the spark of life died in him.

 

Bumblebee peered over what remained of the house to see the mess of what was once a human named Ron Witwicky. Aria wailed and shook her chubby fists. Her face was red with exertion. Bumblebee never pitied himself. It was a bad habit, he often thought. But on this particular morning, as he surveyed the carnage and loss of life, Bumblebee wished he was human. He wished he was human in order to fulfill a strong urge to vomit.