A/N- The only reason why I began this was because enough inspiration hit me, I wanted to seriously go into Deathfeather's character, and for my other readers (that are not on fanfiction) that begged and begged me to write it. I also thought that it would be fun. *evil laugh* I want to make epic villians cry. Yay to dramatic sad stories! I like being reviewed because it lets me know that someone is reading. I'll continue if you do or don't anyway, though...

Chapter One

The Cybertronian night was silent except for the occasional sound of metal shifting. In this area, any sound at all was unusual. That was because this place was empty. Not even robotic rodents and insects dared to come here.

This place was once lively. There was not always complete darkness and the feeling that all sources of happiness and joy had been drained away like the lives that once occupied this city.

You didn't even need to have been alive when it happened or see it in person, just the idea itself would scar the processor with an internal sorrow that could last a lifetime. The ones who caused this must have either lacked in any regret or had not thought of what the aftermath would be.

This place was once inhabited by only Autobots. It was used during the first Cybertronian Civil War. The Decepticons launched a sneak attack that no one could have foreseen. A few Decepticons were taken down, but no Autobot survived. Not even all of them were soldiers. There were sparklings and both mechs and femmes that only came for protection or so they wouldn't have to leave their soldier Sparkmates.

Crimson red optics lowered their gaze. The red lights seemed to be very bright in front of the dark grey face. Silvery white wings shifted with upward as the mech leaned forward, cradling his head in blue hands.

His legs were hanging off the side of the rooftop. From any movement would result in a loud creaking noise of the thin reddish metal, so the winged mech did his best to keep still. Loud noise would only echo and the chances of anyone else hearing it were low. The mech didn't want noise though, he had enough of it from where he came from.

He moved one hand to touch the building; moving it over the cracks and dents. It was surprising how this building survived through all this. It wasn't like this was the only one, there were still many. But this one would have been thought of going down first.

Then he heard a noise. The mech leaped off of the rooftop and to the energon-stained ground. This place was forbidden of entry after all. There might have been chances that old Autobot-made weaponry was still functioning or explosives that could explode at any moment. He highly doubted that part though, the chances of a bomb randomly going off after all these years was not likely in his opinion.

Some said that the reason was that a building could collapse. That was more believable, but he was no longer a sparkling; he had enough intelligence to know what was dangerous.

Still, he could run his opinion on the stupid rules to who ever caught him and he would still be in trouble. He wasn't one to really mind the rules, but this wasn't the best time. Especially when the time of choosing between Decepticon and Autobot came, and that time was very near for a mech of his age.

He began to run as fast as he could. His body was meant for speed, but his mind didn't come with the best coordination. The mech tripped on a piece of metal that was halfway melted into the ground. He hit the ground headfirst, nearly knocking him out. He could feel the other Cybertronian's presence coming closer.

He started to get up but felt the other Cybertronian push his back to the ground. He suspected it to be a mech because the strength, but when it kneel down he could see that it was definitely a femme. She appeared to be of the same age as him and, surprisingly, had a similar structure (except, of course, with a more feminine shape) as he. A real femme Seeker... They were probably one of the most rare of the Cybertronians, excluding the Triple Changers.

She gave him a acid-like glare with her blood red optics. "Why are you here?" she asked with a voice like metal scraping metal. When she did not receive an answer, she made a hiss of annoyance. "I mine as well offline you right now! If you get away you'll probably end up tellin' all your little friends about me!"

He gave the femme a look of surprise. "You mean that you aren't here looking for me?"

"Why would I look for you?" The femme looked disgusted by his question. "I don't even know you."

He shrugged. "Well, we obviously know that we aren't supposed to be here... So, why?"

The femme growled. "I asked you first, scrap pile."

"I just wanted silence... And I used to always come here to get away from my brothers," he answered.

The femme sighed and sat down on the ground, her jet-black wings twitching irritably. "I just can't stand being with so much idiots..." She scraped her claws across the ground. "Slaggin' wingless Cybertronians; bunch of ground pounders... Just useless if you haven't got a pair of wings."

The mech laughed. "No doubt that you're a Seeker."

The femme smirked. "You've got that right. Oh, it's Deathfeather by the way... You?"

"I'm Starscream."