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Samuel James Witwicky, Descendant of Archibald Witwicky, Teenager Who Saved The World, Harborer of the Glasses

"Sam...run...run..."

As I watched Optimus fall to the ground, after a brutal murder from Megatron, I could only gaze in horror. Energon spilled from his mouthplate, soaking the dirt beneath him. I could faintly hear the explosions and the earthquakes, which meant Megatron was getting closer. His chest was burnt, and it made me sick to the stomach.

As if I was slapped to reality, I turned away and started to run. I didn't know where. Only if it was away from the claws of death itself. I saw Bumblebee up ahead, and I also saw more Autobots. I didn't bother to decipher them; I only ran past them and climbed into the passenger seat, ignoring everything as I poked my head out of the window. As Bumblebee started to drive, I could only let the wind hit the back of my head as my eyes stared at the mini battle.

The Decepticons, which was only Megatron and Starscream, ra-flew away. I faintly realized that they could easily overpower the Autobots right here, but why did they run? Did they only come here to kill Optimus? That suspicion only made my gut feeling worse.

After Bumblebee stopped at a safe place, I quickly ran out and...let's just say my breakfast didn't stay in very long. Especially after an 80 pound robot girl with a disgusting long tongue and the brutal death of Optimus still lingered in my mind. That's right...Optimus died...to save me...damn it!

I pounded a fist into the ground, not caring if it throbbed. Mikaela knelt next to me, and I wasn't sure if she was disgusted. Then everything was a daze for me. I had just yelled at Spitz. I don't know why-

Wait.

It was because he was being such a pussy. I didn't care. He could go turn himself in for all I care. He won't have anything to do with us anymore.

Night fell quickly, as I walked back to the make shift camp. Sadness lingered in the air, as Mikaela saw me and drew me into a hug.

"You couldn't have done anything," she whispered comfortingly in my ear. I hugged her back. She was wrong. I should have helped Optimus when he first got me at the graveyard. I ignored him. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her and turned to my guardian.

"I'm sorry 'Bee. I'm a useless friend," I whispered. He chirped and replied with his radio.

"Young fellow, you are the...most important friend I've had in my life. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away."

My heart swelled, but I replied with: "It's my fault he's dead."

I didn't have to say the name. My insides twisted again, and they twisted more at 'Bee's words.

"There are some things you just can't change."

He's right. I can't bring Optimus back. I'm not God, or Primus, or whoever is the Superior being.

"I'm gonna turn myself in," I decided.

"We've...we've gotta stick together!" 'Bee knelt down and transformed into the Camaro. I walked up and leaned against the hood.

"You're not going to do that," Mikaela protested. Yes I was Mikaela. It's the least I could do after causing everyone this much trouble.

"Everything we worked for will be wiped out...in one day!" Bumblebee revved his engine and moved forward. I froze. He's right. I clutched my head with my hands. What could I do? If I do it like this, I'm no different than Spitz.

My last words...my last words to Optimus were:

This isn't my war...you're Optimus Prime, you don't need me...

Tears pricked the edges of my eyes. No. Men don't cry. But...why did I have to say that? Couldn't I have said something more encouraging?

Like what? a voice mocked in my head. You just wanted to be normal. What would you have done?

We do Sam...more than you know...

And that's that. This idea has been stuck for a rather long time. Anyways, if you have an OC that you would like for me to write about, about his/her feelings about Optimus' death, speak now or forever hold your peace. And no. I will not do slashy parings.

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