In all honesty, I have no clue where this story is headed but I felt the need to write.
I don't own Transformers.
Humans are selfish, violent creatures. They have no remorse for their actions and are cruel towards one another. They have everything and yet they are still not satisfied. Optimus had told me that they had so much to learn, but saw the good in them. I could only scream silent thoughts in my processor when Optimus decided to spew useless words to make me see it his way. "The proof is in the pudding." as the humans would say, seemed to always be fresh within my processor. Human atrocities that haunt even the most hardened warriors. Just when you think you'd see the worst of war, you always come across something twice as worse on this cursed planet. As for the present moment, a skilled Cybertronian warrior, such as myself, should be out kicking Decepticon aft, not sitting in a smelly, crowded parking lot, waiting for three humans to come back from whatever they were doing.
The large, black Top-kick's CPU began to drift to the youngest human of the group. Annabelle Lennox had been nothing but a pain in his aft when she was a sparkl- I mean baby. Everyday, she would crawl over to him and leave disgusting finger prints all over his black paint job and would constantly spew her organic fluids all over the seats. But now that she was older and had control of her fluids (Somewhat), she had some how wormed her way into his spark like some kind of virus. He had fallen for her cute, little smile that she would always flash at him. That's when his view of humanity had begun to change. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the familiar screech of the said human.
"Iwonhide!" called the little girl named Annabelle Lennox. His spark hummed with delight when he saw the girl. She waved happily to the large truck from across a busy street. Another human femme next to her gave her a questioning look when she shouted and waved at the truck. Ironhide had failed to see that the Major nor his mate were not accompanying the young girl. Ironhide couldn't register what was happening fast enough. The shout of the Major and his mate reached his audio receptors but was soon blocked out by a terrible screech of tires skidding on the pavement and a terrifying crunch. Before anyone could comprehend anything, Ironhide watched in shock as a car tore down the street, dodging other cars. He shuttered his optics a few times before turning his attention to the two femmes that lie lifeless in the middle of the street.
Maybe he was wrong about humanity.