Author's note;
Now this is gonna be like a kill bill fanfic , though this is gonna revolve around the autobot medic ratchet and his human companion (oc ) miss.
rated m for blood ,gore , loss of human life and sexual themes also cursing.
Also this is from my dead deviantart account; art/eye-for-an-eye-prologue-read-carefully-639870801
In the shadows of cybertron , in a small backwater town that hardly anyone ever remembered these days , there stood a small bar where two lovers would celebrated their relationship . A most joyous relationship , only to be interrupted by a shrill scream of denial followed by deafening sounds of blasters firing at the same time.
the beatings continues upward of a mech until a voice without a sign sympathy or mercy called it to a halt.
Ratchet fell down on the cool floors of the fluid stained bar in a broken bleeding heap . From where he could see the half dead body of his beloved "miss" , a human turned cybertronian who loved him from the start. But even in his agony , ratchet had his own problems...five of them to be exact. He recognized them all, they all looked down on him with disappointment, distrust , disgust and at least a tiny little pit of mercy.
He fell his spark crushed , when he looked into their blank optics. He knew all of them and he considered them to be his friends...ai! Even they did betrayed him , he still knew that some of them had mercy but they they dare not show it. Not with the fifth member of his ill-wishers , who began to walk menancingly towards his beaten figure. Even in a bad shape , ratchet felt old unstoppable blood-crazed rage build inside him. HOW DARE THEY!
"I'm sorry ratchet , but you leave me no choice"
with those words , ratchet's spark simmered with more blood crazed rage "NO CHOICE?! No choice?!"
"Now this is me at my normal mood " the figure said.
ratchet felt his spark burned more and more until pure fear took over once he met the large mechs canon. He had to look away.
The large mech his glossa for disapproval of the action.
A smooth but also cold hand wrapped around ratchets beaten face and forced him once more to look into those sickening blue optics. " SLAG THOSE OPTICS MAY BE BEAUTIFUL BUT THEY ARE SICKENING!"
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Look into the eyes of your dissapointed master " the mech said without a hint of mercy "you are a disgrace to theautobot cause " .
"told ya doc, making love to organics is disgusting...you are no better than a con lover~" a white autobot wrecker with red and green stripes said before he spitted onto ratchets beaten body.
ratchet knew who that annoying awful mech was , he remembered him breaking his stuff back on earth where he would scream "i needed that!"
"You are filth to us all" another familiar voice said ."Now you know what we do to fitlh , we call for clean up" he continued before putting his huge hammer down and sitting on a fluid stained bar stool.
ratchet stared once more into those sickening blue optics , which made the mech sadistically smirk . He then stood above him like a god amongst all bots and he charged his blaster.
ratchet started to feel the panic rise within him , he tried moving but it was to no use. The time has come.
the mech aimed his blaster to ratchets spark chamber "goodbye old friend"
"Optimus...please im gonna be a fa-,
his speech was interrupted by a single blast , mere minutes it shook the core of his chasis.
The walls shook and the sound of eering alarm bells rang.
TBC