A tall handsome stranger rode into town
A tall Praxian drove into Straxis, a small suburb of Praxus, the mighty capital of the praxian territory. Transforming, his red optics swept across the small town. His paint scheme was handsome and mysterious. The dust had collected in the angles of his armor and a plasma pistol hung low on his leg. I was on the otherside of town when he drove in.
He stalked into the town hall, terrorizing the keepers there. He towered over them, inquiring after me. The keepers couldn't keep the static from their vocalizers as they replied that I was the deputy here in Straxis. A snarl formed on his face as he left. I was the very same deputy that had sent him to the penitentiary for the killing of a bank guard down at a suburb in the south.
It's all a show for he knows I won't run
Snarling, he spreads word around the town that my time had come and that he had already carved my notch on his gun. He laughs and brags around, ignoring the voices of reason around him. When confronted, he just laughed and bragged that my reckoning would come at sunup the next day. A devious smile crossed his face as he brags. He knows that I won't run.
I hated to face him next sunup that day
That night, as the town slept, I sat by my window and watched the street as I thought. A pain dug into my spark. I just wished that he would drive away, for I dreaded to face him at sunup.
As the flaming light of the sun rose into the sky, I had already made my way into the street. We faced each other, citizens watching from the shadows. They were watching and waiting for one to go down. He made the first move, his servo flashing for the pistol on his side. Vile curses rolled from his vocalizer as my plasma bolt went deep into his chest.
The stranger's my brother, born an outlaw
The strange Praxian glanced around, then fell to the ground. A stab of pain drove deep into my spark. This strange was my brother, born an outlaw. I feel to my knees, shaking from grief. He must have forgotten I taught him to draw.
Brother 'gainst brother and one had to die
The town slowly came to life around us as I mourned. The energon I had just spilled was like what ran though my veins. I dreaded to tell Carrier about this, for I knew she would cry. Brother against brother and one had to die. I rose slowly and faced the medics. Nodding, I watch as they load the body up and take him away. Prowl, one had to die. It couldn't have been you. I shook my head, getting rid of the voices ringing through my processor. But two words haunted me that day. They kept ringing through my processor.
To die
To die