Testament
By SMYGO4EVA
There, in the ravaged city of Chicago, after the Decepticons were defeated once and for all, there was only darkness, decay, and the ever-present hope for the future to arrive. Hopefully, there was to be a better, brighter future for them all, humanity and the Autobots. Silver rays of the golden sun hung from the orb in the sky that had once sparkled, and now it was tarnished.
Just hours before the evil that was present in the city was purged, there was nothing but destruction and innocent lives forever silenced. The city was cloaked in grey, in tarnished silver, in smoke, in dull dead colors. What life was once in the city was dead at that moment, with the darkness from another existence taking what was left; light, life, and their color.
It was their fight, but there was no other plan to protect that world, still unknowing of the Autobots' presence. They were afraid, scared, fearing for their lives, and they would only point the finger at them, the race that had saved them twice. The Autobots remembered, and the Decepticons were caught in the entanglement with the former leader of their enemy, to ensure humanity's destruction and Cybertron's revival.
Through the countless barricades of bloodshed, disrepair of both the Autobots and Decepticons, and the tattered illusion of humanity's threshold, there was nothing left in the day. Battles have been won, and lifelong enemies only had one victor. Seeing beauty in their bloodshed, there was only what the gods from Cybertron have brought upon the planet Earth, no doubt not the one responsible of their downfall. Eventually all that would be left of the battle would be a faded portrait of freedom and loss, those who have perished screaming into nothing, fading more into memories with every passing day.
There had been a battle and good had finally prevailed, the darkness seeking refuge from whence it came, but all of the feelings of glory and honor had faded forever. The Autobots were stained with blood of their enemies, but not of their true intentions, and they know have grey, tarnished and dull colors upon them. The sacrifices made on that day were the downfall of the Decepticons, and now death's coldness reaps what little souls they had, especially to the leader who betrayed the Autobots.
The ruins of that day wouldn't be easily erased, and the testament of the future would see to that a new beginning was not far away.
(A/N: This is my first fic on the Bayverse films, so once again I apologize for any inconsistencies.)