False identity
An assassin.
A victim.
The innocent.
The one held against his will.
But who is the guilty one?
Because in the end you cannot trust anyone. Especially the silent ones. What you've done in the past would always come back to haunt you.
|•| Chapter one
The doors opened for the second time as Ratchet spun around, medical tools forgotten. His optics brightened, illuminating the semi-dark room. First time could be a glitch. But second time?
A dark shadow flashed across the walls as a light of blue bounced off the walls. Fear crawled up Ratchet's backstrut as he begun to feel wary. Suddenly he didn't feel like he was the owner of his domain.
"Whose there? You little fragger better come out now!" The CMO bellowed in half irritation and half fear. He didn't like it. There was something very, very wrong abou-
Pain flew up his backstruct as a silent figure leapt up and slammed him onto the floor pinning him there. Razor-like claws slashed his exposed coolant tubes lining his backstruct as Ratchet howled in pain. He writhed and trashed frantically as he felt his life-en seeping under him. Slag! This wasn't a prank...
Somebot wanted to kill him!
Ratchet struggled feverishly in his captor's grip but froze, all his power drained as a cold end of a barrel pressed against his fore-helm. A dry, raspy, unidentifiable voice hissed filled with loath into his audio receptor.
"Goodbye Ratchet."
A white searing hot agony streaked up his chassis. He didn't remember crying out as his spark chamber was pierced. Only the echoing laugh of his assassin before it all faded into darkness.
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First Aid's cry of horror whipped Prowl around as he froze in his tracks his energon chilling in his coolant lines.
By the time he arrived at the scene he was already too late.
The assassin had already done it's work on their CMO.