Authors Note: Ratchets thought on the war.

I do not own transformers if I did we would all be dead by now.

Destroyed

I heard them screaming, screaming for help.

I saved as many as I could but I couldn't save them all.

I saw hundreds die, at my hands and at the hands of others.

I mourned and grieved. Just like everybody else.

I wished, wished for what everybody else wished for.

For this war to end.

For the killing to end.

For the peace to begin.

But we kept on fighting.

And soon we had nothing left to fight for.

We destroyed our world and now we were on our way to destroy another's.

Authors Note: If you read closely you can see that all my short stories have a pattern to it.