Kidnapped Chapter 3
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
Atalia-Four calmly washed the dishes. Elita and Sentinel had wanted to make an energon and rust cake for Optimus, because he hadn't been able to play today. They missed their friend. She had helped them bake their gift, and would take it over to Optimus before she dropped off Sentinel at home. The younglings were in the living area now, watching The Adventures of Diamondback the Turbohound. She could hear them giggling together. Hopefully Optimus would be able to see his friends for a few moments when they stopped by. Atalia didn't like his caretaker; the femme was a new caretaker, but Atalia could already see that she didn't really care for Optimus, or younglings in general.
Atalia heard the vidscreen chime, indicating an incoming call. Elita yelled, "I'll get it!" as her mother dried her hands and made her way into the living area. The stern face of Optimus' caretaker greeted her. Repressing a sigh, Atalia sent her daughter back to Sentinel and took the call. As usual, the other femme wasted no time on pleasantries.
"I will be needing directions to your complex. Optimus' tutor has requested that he meets with the young master immediately." Atalia frowned.
"Optimus isn't here. He did not come over today."
"Nonsense. Ultra Magnus sent him over with a friend of yours and a bodyguard. Now enough of your games, Atalia-Four. Where is Master Optimus?" Worry began to gnaw at the mother's spark.
"He is not here, Madam. Which friend did Ultra Magnus send him with? Perhaps they have been delayed; I can call and find out where they are."
"Blackdot. He sent him with Blackdot," the femme hissed in exasperation. Ice encased Atalia's spark.
"I don't know a Blackdot."
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The meeting had been long, and the Magnus was glad that it was over. He only had to review the proposal, sign it, and then he would be free for the night cycle. It had been nearly a vorn since his last night off, and he was looking forward to spending time with his brother. It had been far too long since they had last spent more than a few moments together. Ultraflash knew that he would have to find a way to make it up to Optimus for his curt attitude earlier that joor. He did feel bad about it, but the meeting had been stressful. He knew that was no excuse, but it was what it was. Perhaps he would take Optimus to the theater to make up for it? HIs brother loved the shows, with their bright colors, music and dancing. Unfortunately, his secretary contacted him at that moment.
"Sir, you have a screen call on Channel One. Would you like me to patch it through?" The Magnus held back a sigh.
"Go ahead." He turned to face his monitor, expecting to see a politician. Instead, he was greeted by a mech cloaked in shadows.
"Ah, Ultra Magnus. I am glad you were able to talk to me."
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know who you are." The mech chuckled.
"Oh, believe me, you do. But right now my name is of no consequence. I do, however, have a proposal I think you'll find hard to refuse." The Magnus' lips tightened with annoyance. He was tempted to cut the call, but the mech's next words stopped him. "It's very simple. You release Skyscream, Razorblade and Starclaw from the Stockades, and I won't kill your little brother."
The image of the shodowy mech was replaced by that of his little brother. Optimus was obviously unconscious, chained to a wall, and bleeding. There was gash just above his left brow ridge, and his lip was split. Ultraflash was torn between horror and fury.
"If you lay a hand on Optimus I'll -”
"Oh spare me, Magnus. You have my demand. You will also reimburse my comrades for their time spent in captivity. Fifty million credits should suffice. Do this and you're brother will be back before you would have realized he was gone. Ignore me, and you'll never get his body back." The screen went blank. Ultra Magnus dashed from his office, already comming the Enforcers.
"Hang on, Opty."
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Optimus hurt. His face throbbed and something sticky was smeared on his cheek. He was cold, hungry, and terrified. He wanted his brother. The bad mech had said that he had to be good if he wanted to see Ultraflash again. He didn't like the bad mech. He was a meanie who had hurt him! And he would hurt him again if he was a bad youngling. He had even said that he would kill him. Optimus didn't really understand what death was, but he knew that if it happened he would never get to see his brother, or Elita or Sentinel ever again. The little mech couldn't stop the tears that fell from his optics. He was sorry that he had been a bad brother! Maybe if he had done what Ultra had said and just gone home he wouldn't be here now. He sobbed quietly, his tiny frame shaking. He wanted to go home!
The door to his room slid open, revealing his greasy captor. The youngling shrank back against the wall, still sobbing.
"Stop that, you little brat." The tiny mechling couldn't. He never saw the mech draw his leg back, but he felt the kick as it hit his chassis, knocking the atmosphere out of his intakes. "I said shut up!" The mystery bot watched at the red and blue youngling squirmed, gasping for breath. "I just talked to your brother. You better hope he loves you as much as people say he does. If not, well I've never killed a kid before, but there's a first time for everything." Optimus flinched. "Now, we've got to go over the rules. If anyone, for any reason, comes over, you are my sparkling Datapack. This is your room, but you are sick with rust fever and cannot leave it. You will call me Creator. I am going to unchain you. If you act up, I will beat you within an inch of your pathetic life. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Optimus whispered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes...Creator." The smirk on the mech's face was ugly.
"Good." He slid the chains off of the mechling and left, locking the door behind him. Optimus waited for the heavy pedesteps to go away before pulling himself up onto the berth. He curled up in a little ball, arms wrapped tightly around his knees. Ultra would come for him. He knew he would. He had to be brave until his brother came. He had to be brave.