Sometimes good bye's the only way. [Closed]
Eleven finally understood why friendly relationships were banned in the Facility. An open heart made the perfect target for blackmail. It was the only reason why she was quietly being led out of the Nexus under the watchful eyes of three older SP-X prototypes, blinded by the heavy cloth wrapped around her head and stumbling along handcuffed to a pair of guards. For all of the girl’s attempts to stay away from the crossroads of realities she had inevitably been drawn back, right into the waiting arms of the very people she hoped to never see again. While the anti-violence field could protect the soldier from being snatched against her will it could not prevent a stony faced One from using a handheld scanner to obtain coordinates from her chip, which had stored those leading to Detroit in much the same way a PINpoint would. The bastards had even given her a choice: surrender there and then, or continue to resist and doom the only place she could call home to the full wrath of the Facility. Knowing too well the damage the Facility was capable of dishing out Eleven made the hardest decision of her life. She surrendered.
As she followed along, head bowed in defeat, Eleven dolefully reflected on the reasons she was giving up her freedom without a fight: her friends. Seven had been far too eager to share with her a rambling list of the most recent additions to the armory as she was being patted down by the guards. His blue eyes had glittered with lingering excitement as he’d explained in detail what happened to the living targets he had tested new ammo on. Gruesome unbidden images of Sari’s corpse mangled beyond recognition flooded her mind but it didn’t stop there. Spurred by the look of horror on her face Seven continued with his bragging, this time about the new armor piercing rounds that had been developed in her absence. Whether the rounds were powerful enough to destroy Cybertronian armor or not Eleven’s traitorous imagination had created equally torturous mental pictures of the Autobots ripped to pieces. Overwhelmed by the images she’d dropped to her knees and remained there until the guards had hauled her back to her feet. Seven’s laughter still rang in her ears.
By the time they reached the portal only One and the guards remained. Seven had wandered off to investigate the Multiverse. Three had been sent after him by One, presumably to keep him out of trouble. Eleven didn’t need to see the portal to know where it led, or when they had stepped through it. The sickeningly sweet scent of the sterilized laboratory sector hit her like a slap to the face, making her jerk and resulting in a shoving match as she tried to pull away from the guards she was cuffed to in an attempt to escape the smell. A team of scientists were quick to rush forward and offer their assistance. Their hands, oh god their hands. They were everywhere, making her skin crawl with every touch as the medical staff relieved the security staff of their burden.
Throughout it all Eleven was silent, her voice lost to the unreality of the situation as she was jostled around for several long minutes before a commanding voice cut above the chattering commotion. There were the sounds of grumbled complaints then the whisper of clothing as nonessential personnel filed out of the room she’d been dragged into. When all that was left were the echoes of their leaving gentle fingers untied the blindfold then guided her backwards when the sudden onslaught of bright light left her stunned. Blinking and shaking her head she jumped when the door shut, the bolt slamming into place as the lock slid home. Then and only then did the full realization hit her. She had abandoned the only family she knew and given up her freedom to protect them with no guarantee that she would live long enough to see them again. If she did the chances of her actually remembering them by the time her reeducation was complete were dismal at best. No matter what she did somehow, someway, she was going to hurt them.
"I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. Ratchet…"
As she followed along, head bowed in defeat, Eleven dolefully reflected on the reasons she was giving up her freedom without a fight: her friends. Seven had been far too eager to share with her a rambling list of the most recent additions to the armory as she was being patted down by the guards. His blue eyes had glittered with lingering excitement as he’d explained in detail what happened to the living targets he had tested new ammo on. Gruesome unbidden images of Sari’s corpse mangled beyond recognition flooded her mind but it didn’t stop there. Spurred by the look of horror on her face Seven continued with his bragging, this time about the new armor piercing rounds that had been developed in her absence. Whether the rounds were powerful enough to destroy Cybertronian armor or not Eleven’s traitorous imagination had created equally torturous mental pictures of the Autobots ripped to pieces. Overwhelmed by the images she’d dropped to her knees and remained there until the guards had hauled her back to her feet. Seven’s laughter still rang in her ears.
By the time they reached the portal only One and the guards remained. Seven had wandered off to investigate the Multiverse. Three had been sent after him by One, presumably to keep him out of trouble. Eleven didn’t need to see the portal to know where it led, or when they had stepped through it. The sickeningly sweet scent of the sterilized laboratory sector hit her like a slap to the face, making her jerk and resulting in a shoving match as she tried to pull away from the guards she was cuffed to in an attempt to escape the smell. A team of scientists were quick to rush forward and offer their assistance. Their hands, oh god their hands. They were everywhere, making her skin crawl with every touch as the medical staff relieved the security staff of their burden.
Throughout it all Eleven was silent, her voice lost to the unreality of the situation as she was jostled around for several long minutes before a commanding voice cut above the chattering commotion. There were the sounds of grumbled complaints then the whisper of clothing as nonessential personnel filed out of the room she’d been dragged into. When all that was left were the echoes of their leaving gentle fingers untied the blindfold then guided her backwards when the sudden onslaught of bright light left her stunned. Blinking and shaking her head she jumped when the door shut, the bolt slamming into place as the lock slid home. Then and only then did the full realization hit her. She had abandoned the only family she knew and given up her freedom to protect them with no guarantee that she would live long enough to see them again. If she did the chances of her actually remembering them by the time her reeducation was complete were dismal at best. No matter what she did somehow, someway, she was going to hurt them.
"I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. Ratchet…"