kidnapped Chapter 2
Characters: Optimus, Ultra Magnus
Rating: K
Disclaimer: They are not mine, and never will be *sigh*
Summary: Sometimes the bad guys are the ones who seem to be the most harmless
Kidnapped Chapter 2
Optimus chattered happily clinging to Blackdot’s hand. He had shown him the picture he had drawn for Ultraflash, and Blackdot had praised his skills as an artist. Optimus had flushed happily; he had never been called an artist before! When they left the Autobot Headquarters’ sprawling grounds and joined the mainstream traffic they had found themselves caught in the midcycle rush. Optimus had had trouble walking with so many large mechs and femmes crowding him, so Blackdot had hoisted him onto his shoulders, just like his brother used to, before he got too busy to take Optimus to the park, or museums, or just out for a stroll. Apparently, it was un-dig-nee-f-eyed to carry around a youngling who was perfectly capable of walking on your shoulders when you were the leader of a planet. Optimus didn’t like it. He had had fun when it was just him and ‘Flash. He didn’t want to share his brother with the world. He wanted it to be just the two of them again. He didn’t care that he was being selfish. A frown crossed the little mech’s face. He didn’t want to think about how different ‘Flash was now. He wanted to think about ‘Lita and Sentinel and the games they were going to play. Last time they had played together the three of them had beaten Megatron and Starscream in a battle against the Decepticons. Sentinel’s creator, Crossback, had rewarded them with iced energon. It had been a good day.
Optimus watched eagerly as they travelled through the busy Iacon districts. There was so much to see! There were vendors lining the streets, selling a multitude of products. There were energon stands, with different colored energon, booths where you could get your armor waxed or upgraded, vendors selling tools, and even a booth selling turbohounds! He craned his neck, trying to take everything in at once. He rarely got the chance to look around when he and his caretaker came this way. The femme was efficient and wasted no time on such trivial matters. Optimus didn’t really like her. Different smells wafted from the restaurants that lined the streets, making his fuel tank rumble. Everything smelled so good! There were so many mechs and femmes wandering around them, and all of them were different sizes, shapes, colors and altmodes. The little bot was almost overwhelmed. He had never been in Iacon while it was so busy. He hoped he could convince his brother to let him come back. This was so much more fun than trips out with his caretaker.
It took a while for Optimus to notice (there was just so much to see! Ooo, those wind chimes are sparkly!) but eventually he realized that they weren’t headed towards the residential district. He didn’t recognize this part of town; his caretaker had never brought him this way.
“Hey Blackdot? Where are we going?”
“Just to meet a friend of mine. I promised him I’d drop off a package. Can you wait a while longer while I do that?” Optimus didn’t want to wait. He wanted to go play with his friends, but this mech had taken time from his day to take him to his friend’s house. It would be impolite to complain about having to wait a few minutes longer. Besides, Ultraflash would be mad at him if he was rude.
As promised, it didn’t take long to reach their destination. Less than a breem later, the pair was making their way through the abandoned docks. Optimus remembered Magnus trying to reason with the mech in charge of the dock workers’ strike, whatever that was. Standing at the edge of the furthest dock was a matte black mech. Violet optics watched the approaching mechs carefully. Optimus didn’t like those optics. They seemed to be eating him alive, and the young mech instinctively knew that he was not a good mech.
“Ah, Blackdot. It is good to see you again, my friend.”
“And you. Do you have the credits?”
“Of course. They have already been transferred into your account.”
“Good.” The large creepy mech strode towards the pair, and Blackdot made no move to get away as he approached. Rough hands jerked Optimus off of Blackdot’s shoulders, wrapping strong arms around him and keeping him trapped against the massive chassis. Optimus struggled, trying to free himself, but he couldn’t get away. The mech’s grip was too tight.
“”B-Blackdot? What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing Optimus. You just need to go with this mech now.” Optimus fought even harder against the painful hold.
“NO! N-No, please, I don’t want to! I want to go ho-ome!” A sob broke through his voice as he fought back tears. He wanted his brother. He wanted to be safe at home with him, maybe tucked into his berth with Magnus watching over him. He didn’t want to go with the scary mech who was hurting him.
“Tough kid. Unless yer brother gives me what I want, you ain’t going home. Ever. Now shut yer mouth.” Optimus was a very intelligent mechling; he remembered all of the lectures Ultraflash had given him about trusting strange mechs. He knew what was happening to him. Optimus did the only thing he could think of: he screamed. The loud wail echoed through the empty docks, full of terror and desperation. Unfortunately, there was no one there to hear his cry. The wail was cut off as metal smacked against metal, and Optimus emitted a short, pained cry. The creepy mech was scowling at him.
“Do that again, little mech, and your brother will get your body back in pieces. I need you alive for now brat, but one day I’m not going to, so if you want the chance to see your brother again you’ll keep yer mouth shut. If you don’t you won’t live to regret it.” The youngling clutched his aching cheek, oily tears dripping down his face. He didn’t want to die! He was so scared he could barely think straight. “Do you understand me?” Optimus nodded silently.
“Was that really necessary?” A bored voice asked. “He’s just a youngling.”
“Yes, it was. Thank you Blackdot, yer services are no longer needed.”
“Whatever. Good luck, kid.”
“If he behaves then he’ll be fine.” Arm’s squeezed the youngling’s midsection in warning. Blackdot just nodded and left, disappearing back into Iacon. The mysterious mech held Optimus out, facing him. “Now listen, and listen good youngling. Yer brother has something of mine and I want it back. You are going to help me to convince him to do it. You are not going to try and escape, or call for help. You will not like what happens if you do. We are going to be staying here for a while, so get comfortable. Make any noise at all, and I will hurt you. Disobey me, and I will hurt you. Do as yer told, and as long as yer brother does the same you’ll be back with him in a few days. If not, well, you’ll find out.” With that, he dropped the terrified youngling before dragging him to his feet. He pulled the limp frame towards a dilapidated shack just beyond the loading docks. Optimus sent up a quick prayer.
‘Brother please, help me.’