A dark blue sparkling sits patiently for her carrier to return, her Carrier Night-burst has gone out to find energon. The war has ravaged through the planet since before the dark blue sparkling was born, this little sparkling doesn't know what its like to be outside without having to worry of being endanger of the war ravaging her home planet. All she knows is to hide, but that doesn't bother her, in fact strangely enough she's happy, as long as her carrier is there, she's content.

"Nightwave?" A soft musical voice questions.

"CARRIER!" The sparkling says in utter excitement.

"Nightwave I have a surprise for you my little spark." The dark purple femme says

"Really what is it?" Nightwave questions excitedly

Night burst delicately pulls a package out from her subspace before handing it to her overly excited femmling.

"Go ahead open it." Her carrier smiles

With an excited nod she begins opening her package, the little femmling gasps in awe and surprise.

"I knew how much you love art so I grabbed this up for you, the painting was by a mech named Sunstreaker." Night-burst smiles to her daughter.

"Thank you carrier it's beautiful!" The little femme giggles.

"My little Nightwave you have your creators crest and audio horns, I wish he could have met you." Her carrier sighs.

"Where is creator? What does he look like?" The little femme questions

"That will have to be answered some other time little Nightwave, right now you need to recharge." Her mother quickly picks her up, making the dark blue femmling squeal in delight, as her mother begins to tickle her. Finally after a while the giggles and squeals come to an end, as the mother lays her daughter on her berth for some much-needed recharge.

"Goodnight my little Nightwave, sweet recharge." Nightburst says before kissing the sparkling on her helm.

" I love you carrier." Nightwave says to her mother.

"And I love you my sweet little femmling." The femme answers back to her sparkling.

Those memories are the only thing I hold dear to me in this nightmare ridden world. I lost everything I had at such a young age, for what little I had. My mother is dead, murdered by rogue mechs, the only thing left I have of her, is the memories of when I was a sparkling and the painting, that is now old and worn.

I am no longer the name innocent femme I was. I was forced into a world full of murder and chaos at a young age, I no longer have the bright happy optics I used to have. They are now dull and full of grief, my frame is no longer the dark blue I inherited from my creator that I never knew. It is now black and red, black to represent the darkness of my world, red to represent blood.

I have been alone for so many vorns now, I have lost count. I am no longer an innocent sparkling. I am a full-grown femme, my frame curvy yet delegate liker my carrier's, yet strong and proud like my creator's, as told to me by carrier.

Though something's have not changed, I continue to remain hidden. For if I made myself known, mechs would hunt me down and force me to spark mate with them, after all the numbers of the femme population have gone down, and with me possibly being one of the few mateless femmes left on Cybertron, the majority have either sided with the two factions, or went off world, leaving only those you hide among the shadows.

Cybertron is dead, the streets littered with off-lined soldiers and citizens, building that were once tall and proud, nothing but rubble that litter the dead planet. Energon has become almost impossible to find now, a large majority I steal from the Decepticon camps. This has resulted in me being almost caught numerous times. And after a while things were going smoothly for me, until he caught me, that one eyed freak, Shockwave, the sick bastard. Once he caught me, he experimented on me as if I were some lab rat. He cut me open, patched me up, only to cut me back open again. And he took great pleasure in torturing me, hearing my screams of agony, he seemed to smile doing this, almost like he knew me, or who I was. Which doesn't make sense, my carrier was a neutral, so the only bot that I know of that could be important is my creator, but I know nothing of him, so how would he know something that even I do not.

My time there in his Primus forsaken lab was like I was in the pit. As I screamed in agony, he would mockingly sing my name out.

"Niiightwaaaaave! Ohhh Niiiightwaaaaave!"

And soon I began to hate my name, the name my carrier had given to me, tainted by that foul mech. Finally after 3 long agonizing vorns, I managed to break free, but I made sure to inflict great pain on that mech. The first couple of days of being free, were pit on Cybertron. I was in pain, I couldn't defend myself if I needed to, and most of all I was starving.

Things got better for me, somewhat, once I could move properly I began to train myself. Night after night, day after day I train till I collapsed into recharge. After a vorn of nonstop training, I became the ultimate fighter. The fighting skills I acquired came in handy, especially when I had invade Decepticon bases, not like I had much choice in the matter anyway, it was either that of starve until I slowly off-lined. Finally after invading Decepticon bases so many times, I had to kill my first mech, and strangely enough I felt no guilt when I did, in fact I felt nothing, not that I ever felt anything anyways, I was hollow, I hadn't felt any sort of good emotion since the death of my carrier. And since I felt nothing when I killed, it was easy, so much that I began to cut down any mech or femme in my way of survival. I became well known among the Decepticon ranks, they had bounties for my head, I had countless bounty hunters come after me, but mech after mech that came hunted for me were killed with ease. I changed my name, and with it my personality. My personality is no longer happy and cheerful as it was when I was a sparkling, but cold and calculating, after all you can't show any weakness in this world, one small mistake could be your end.

My name is Bloodspill, I am a neutral femme, I have no one, and I need no one. This is my story.

So what do you think? Good? Bad? Tell me what you think in review. And be warned I won't update this on a regular basis, not until I finish Bloody Horizon. So don't expect me to update everyday like I do with my other story, but don't worry once the other is finished I will update on a regular basis, but until then you will have to be patient with me. ^.^ Anyways have a wonderful day/night and I will see you guys next time I update.

Vorn - year

P.S. at the moment all I know on the Cybertronian time is what I have listed above, but don't worry I intend to learn more about them.