A/N: I should really stop. But I guess fanfic is more of a storage unit to me so that years later I can look back and find these stories and pick them up again. Anyways, this takes place after season 1. I am bringing in my own character that I created and this is kind of a preview, just to see if I can grab your attention X3. Let me know if you want to learn more.
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I honestly think you should listen to the song that inspired this chapter. "Maps" by the yeah yeah yeahs.
Disclaimer: ugh, I don't own anything. Other than my character.
"Where you goin'?"
"Not sure…somewhere I guess."
"Haha! Good luck with that!"
"Shut up ya lug head!"
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Fingers clutched at the grass, digging into the ground, and creaking in protest. How long had it been? How long had it been since he had last seen the goofy smile that he had grown to enjoy? How long had it been since he had sped across the Earth with little care in the world but for his only friend that rode with him? How long?
The soft moonlight reflected off of the figure that lay stretched out on the ground, straining against the emotions that welled up within its body. Not a creature stirred inside that clearing other than the figure himself. The trees were still, as if holding their breath, waiting.
"Damnit!"
The word was forced out through clenched jaws that threatened to open, spilling out a primal scream that was clawing at his vocals, vying for a chance to touch the air.
A metal limb, all spiked armor and dented plating, reached up for the moon. He stared at his sharp talon like hand and gnawed at his lip in despair and frustration. He clenched his hand into a fist and dropped it, curling into a ball on his side and shuttered his optics. When would it stop?
The echoes of long lost memories bounced about in his mind: Gunshots, shouting, planes screeching by overhead, laughter, music, and the rain. If he really tried, he could even remember the sound of his voice.
He covered his audio receptors, the long finals sticking out from between his fingers.
"Make it stop…"
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