I'd started running a long time ago. I wanted – still want – to escape. I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop… Everything I used to love was ripped away. I had to run! I had to, I had to, I had to!
First it was my sire – stabbed straight through the fraggin' spark! My carrier had screamed; my brother had screamed; I'd screamed – it was awful, awful, Primus-forsaken awful…
My carrier went next. They'd fragging hurt her – hurt her and I couldn't help…I couldn't help! A slit there and there and there – over and over and over and over again and again until she'd finally leaked out and her spark's light went out!
Then it was my older brother. Beaten…beaten…and shot. I hadn't been able to stop crying – I'd been crying when they stabbed my sire, I'd still been crying when they'd shot my brother.
Then they'd turned to me. I'd ran, ran right between their legs when they'd tried to grab me, grab me, stab me! I'd stumbled out – I'd wanted and needed out, out, out! They hadn't bothered trying to find me – the useless, useless, useless and helpless little youngling!
Once cycle, two cycles, three, four, five – all on my fraggin' own! I'd been so, so, so close to deactivation when I'd been found by an Autobot. I'd been taken in, nurtured back to health – but I still couldn't stop running. I needed to escape it! I still need to escape it! There's no running, no hiding, no forgetting such an awful thing – but Primus did I and still do try!
One upgrade. And then another. And another. And another. And another – I still couldn't run fast enough! I still couldn't escape it! Another adjustment to my chronometer, another replacement of my legs and armor made even more aerodynamic – but I needed to go faster. I went to medics again and again – until they couldn't help anymore. Then I'd gone to the scientists – once, twice, a third time! Again and again until I found myself breaking the sound barrier when I ran, found myself leaving after-images behind me whenever I'd move.
My vocoder'ed glitched from it all – all of the programming, all of the fraggin' stress, it finally glitched, glitched, permanently glitched! I didn't care, didn't care, didn't care!
I was fast enough! Finally fast enough I thought I could outrun everything from my past!
But I still wasn't fast enough – no, no, no, no, no! It still burns the back of my processor – the energon, the screams, the pangs in my fraggin' spark when they fell offline, offline, offline…
I still need to go faster, faster, faster!
-Bree here
This was about 5-10 minutes of work, but I really, really, really like how it turned out!