A/N: I suppose I'll turn this into a series of drabbles, from funny to depressing to romantic

Monsters

By: Biofreak659

She was dying.

It wasn't unexpected, it wasn't surprising.

Once they had taken Optimus, the Maximal knew she would die.

They had taken the Vehicons, dragged them screaming off into the pits of the underground, eyes blazing and gaping mouths dripping energon.

Optimus had tried to reason with them, but there was no reasoning to be had with nightmares.

They had killed him, tore him open and stole his life-force, his spark. The other Maximals ran, harder and faster than ever before, but it wasn't fast enough. Before the Maximals had made it into the light of Cybertron's sun, Nightscream had fallen, and was dead before he could even scream.

The survivors managed to crawl above the sewers, but not before they had lost Rattrap to the demons.

The surface was strewn with mutilated Vehicons, and spilled energon splattered the gray street-way with a sickening red. The setting sun only served to illuminate the faintly glowing liquid. The manhole cover, which lead to the underground, had been slammed shut and the two survivors retreated a safe distance away.

Blackarachnia glanced at the setting sun.

"Hey, Cheetor, do you think they can't stand the light?"

The cheetah glanced at her. "Yeah, that'd make sense."

The sun sank lower in the sky as time passed.

"How long?"

Blackarachnia's question caused Cheetor to glance up. They were sitting on a piece of rubble on t he side of the street-way. They were both in robot mode, and, until Blackarachnia's question, had been sitting in an uncomfortable silence.

"What?"

'How long until we die?"

"Don't think like that, please, we'll make it, I know we will." Cheetor pleaded.

Blackarachnia turned on him.

"Are you stupid!" She thundered. "We're going to die here, those...nightmares will tear us apart. We're dying here...alone." Her voice trailed off into a whisper.

Cheetor placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

"It's alright, I'm here."

At these words she angrily tore away from his embrace.

"How will that help! You didn't save them! You didn't save any of them! And you won't save us!"

She stormed away, towards the Citadel.

Cheetor was left standing in the middle of the road, a crushed spirit inside him, the manhole next to him, and the darkened sky behind.

She felt guilty.

She should, after all, she might have left Cheetor to his death. However, she didn't want to be around him, around anyone, not after what had happened.

She glanced to the sky, hoping to see the star she had dubbed Silverbolt. She felt guilty, having lost him, he had loved her and she had only used him. Losing him had opened her eyes to what a monster she had become.

The sun was gone and the night sky was starless.

Suddenly wary, she carefully examined the shadows around her. And then she heard a noise. A scream.

Cheetor! Her mind was racing, she had to go back for him, but she couldn't. He was gone.

Dead.

She wanted to do nothing more than collapse on the ground and let the beasts come.

She had let her legs go limp when the will to survive took over her thoughts. Fear overcame concern as she jumped to the building nearest her and looked around, heart pounding and adrenaline rushing through her blood.

She could see the beasts.

They were tall, taller than even Tankor and stood hunched over, drooling and covered in coarse, shaggy fur.

They were Demons.

Her heart was pounding so loudly, she feared they would hear it. Mind racing, she recalled the last safe haven on Cybertron.

She leaped to the next building and ran.

Towards the Grand Mal.

Oooo, suspense! I might or might not ever write the second part, but, oh well.

Fano'yours (): Yeah, she doesn't, does she? However, I believe her character is open to interpretation, 'cause she doesn't say much and I don't want to go by the card that came with her toy. Thanks for the review!