Prologue
A black, grey, and silver bot ran trying to avoid the carnage that fell around him narrowly missed being hit by a stray or other blast, creators were killed before him in a grusome way something that he would never be able to forget and what he thought was the worse thing to happen... he thought. So deep in the memory and grief he didn't see the bot in front until it was too late. The young bot fell back onto his aft grimacing he looked up to see the bot turn around and saw what he dreaded the most, red optics and the purple insignia on the chest. The Decepticon growled and picked up the younger mech by the throat and lifted him clear off the ground digging claws into the tender metal protecting wires causing the young bot to whimper. The Decepticon narrowed his optics before smirking and releasing his captive. The youngling crumbled to the ground clutching his throat and coughing. The Decepticon got onto one knee and grabbed the younglings face, causing him to squeek and flinch, and turned the face side to side, inspecting it. The Decepticon must have been satisfied with what he saw for he smirked even more and released the face, and grabbed the wrists of his newest obsession and threw him over his shoulder fireman carry. The young bot squeeked at the sudden change and was stunned for a few astroseconds before he started kicking screaming and hitting his captor, who either didn't feel the hits or ignored them. The Decepticon walked up to another Decepticon who appeared to be the one in charge. Throwing his captive on the ground at the higher ranking Cons feet the captor spoke for the first time that the young neutral has heard, and the voice scared him. "Look what I found" his voice was deep and had the underlying sound of a bot that was insane, the other con looked at the one who spoke then at the shivering bot curled up at his feet. Raising an optic ridge the Con commander looked once again at the smirking bot before doing the exact thing that this first decepticon did and inspected the young bot who cringed at the touch and once again whimpered. The Commander smirked at the young bots reaction and stood back up pulling the trembling captive up with him and pushed him torwards the original captor while saying "Your pet, you feed him out of your own stores." The first con smiled what could only be called an evil smile and replied "You have nothing to worry about" and grabbed the neutral by both his wrists in one hand and pulled him away from the burning and screaming remains of the only home the young bot had known, he wasn't able to even imagine the type of torture he was about to endure for the next four vorns.