PROLOGUE
"Shush my dear -" the Femme whispered as she discreetly looked around, her dark purple optics taking in the dark alley; she could see nothing. " - Everything'll be all right.. I swear on my Spark.."
The Cybertronian she was speaking to - merely a Sparkling - looked up at her with dim, dark emerald green optics - the serious look in them made coolant come to her optics. He was so much like his Step-Creator. "You shouldn't say," here the Sparkling coughed - dust had been getting in his vents - "things like that, Carrier - 'cause we both know everything's not all right."
A sob tore itself from the lime green Femme's mouth as she leaned down, placing her forehelm on her Sparkling's forehelm, which adorned a short dark gold chevron. "I'm sorry, 'Electro," she murmured, lifting her blunt, black servos to run them soothingly over Electroshock's tiny - unuseable, though still animated - crimson red wings, "I'm sorry.. I'm so, so sorry.. I promise I'll make it out of this mess.. We'll make it out of this mess.."
"Carrier," Electroshock said quietly - only Velocity herself would be able to hear. His optics slid, slowly, from where they'd be watching - secretly - over her shoulder. "There's a Mech.." His little, black digits brushed over her shoulder unnoticeably. "Behind you. He's pointing a powered-up blaster to your helm."
Velocity kept in another sob and pressed her lips together. She leaned back, their forehelms not touching, but leaned forward again - her lips touched her Sparkling's audio. "I know," she answered back. Simply, quietly, as-matter-of-factly. She could feel the heat from the blaster on the back of her black, round helm; it was almost scorching. "He's not going to leave - he's here for a reason.."
Electroshock cocked his black helm - rather square-like in its shape - to the side and he seemed to think as his optics, again, took in the alley, the Mech - secretly. "My real Creator wants me back?" He guessed. He didn't need to. He knew. "He wants to kill you." Blunt; his face kept impassive, unlike a Sparkling normally would, but his optics - still looking around - showing his despair. His anger. His love for his Carrier.
"Yes." Coolant dripped from her optics, making hardly hearable 'splash' noises as they dropped. "No matter what happens - I'll always love you.. Remember that - your Carrier will always love you."
"Always?"
"Always."
BANG. Her now gray-Frame dropped lifelessly to the floor. In the darkness - the shadows - of the alley, dark emerald green optics burned with pure hatred while bright ruby orbs gleamed with victory.
