Disclaimer! I do not own any of the transformers (names,places,factions,ect.). I claim Trisha Embers as my own character along with Blitzwave, my fan-made transformer.

(Visualize the transformers like the ones in Transformers Prime except Jazz who you will have to think of in his G1 form)

Transformers: The Next Generation

Trisha POV

I'm running down a street whose name I don't know. A chalkie white cloud of dust hangs all around me. I'm surrounded by rows of townhouses and apartment buildings. A few of the houses have had chunks blown out of them and those chunks are now in the street. Most, though remain standing. Surprisingly, this part of the city has taken the least damage. Other than the few distant rumbles from an explosion, everything is silent. Like one of those quiet scenes in a movie before something incredibly bad happens.

I'm running the fastest I've probably ever ran in my entire life. My body is aching from pushing myself so hard. I start to look for a place to hide. Off to my left I see a narrow alley between two apartment buildings. There's a small indent in the brick wall that's the unloading area for trucks. Pressing myself to the large steel door, I start to regulate my breathing. After a few seconds, it's back to normal but my heart is still pounding from the adrenalin.

I'm utterly silent, straining my ears to hear the clink of metal on pavement. I think of how our seemingly flawless plan had failed. How the giant robot now chasing me caught on and fired on Zach, Kyle, and me. How he had separated me from the others, gotten me lost in this maze-like city, and was hunting me like it was some deadly game of hide-and-seek.

I hear the light metallic clangs of his feet and my breath catches. He was no more than two blocks away by my estimate. How the hell did he get so close without me hearing him!

He calls out in his gravelly voice, "I know you're here organic. Come out, come out wherever you are!"

The next thing I know I'm covering my mouth to stifle a scream as the end of the building where I came in explodes in a blast of plasma. But before I cover my mouth, a short squeak escapes. Then he's at the corner looking down the alley at me. The indent wasn't enough to hide me.

"Peak-a-boo!"

I sprint to the next street over. As I turn, the townhouse next to me is blasted away. Wham! A wooden beam knocks me upside the head and I fall to the ground. Pain is wreaking havoc on my body, but I have to keep going. I push myself back on to my feet and break back into a sprint. I don't get far. Another blast pushes my onto my back and a steel beam along with brick and other debris lands on top of me.

I try to pull myself out but it's no use, I'm stuck. As I stare through the dusty haze I see his tall, lank figure come looming into view. The small amount of diffused light reflects off his body. His silver color and red highlights gave him the appearance of a two story tall, bloody ghost. But I was about to become more of a ghost than he would ever be.

"Did you really think you could get away from me so easily?" Starscream asked, his voice taking on it's normal higher pitch.

"I didn't think you would end our little game so quickly." I replied.

"Giving you a sporting chance turned out not to be as fun as I thought it would; however, your other friends might provide more entertainment." He drew out the end and flashed a sadistic smile.

Quickly becoming enraged, I yelled, "You keep the fuck away from them you titanium bastard!"

Saying this sent him into a laughing fit. "You humans truly are diehards aren't you? You command even when you are in no position to be commanding! No one is coming to help you, not even the Autobots. There is no hope for you! However, I will be giving you a permanent relief of your pain."

He promptly proceeded to start crushing me slowly underneath his large, heavy, metal foot. I gave an in voluntary, animalistic howl of pain. The pressure of being crushed was intense. Suddenly, everything slows down and my life starts to flash before my eyes. But it's not my life flashing by, it's regrets. I see myself fighting with my sister Emily, backing out of bungee jumping, but most of all disobeying Prime's orders not to come with them here to Washington DC to fight the Decepticons.