Vesuvius
By SMYGO4EVA
There was energon pooling in the cave of her chassis, where the metal spike pierced, she felt it, dripping hot and sticky on her internal machinery even before a cough brought enough of it up her throat to choke her.
A hand moved, methodically and clinically, up her side, ghosting over the spike still wedged there.
"You're dying, Arcee," Starscream observed, as if it needed to be said. "I can save you, but you know it means making a deal with the Pit. Would you rather offline a hero's death?"
My life has been the Pit, she would have told him, if the blood congesting in her frame would have allowed her. Instead, her hand clawed around his wrist, bringing his hand back to her wound.
"Ah," Starscream says, almost surprised, and smiled.
She continued to look into his optics, narrowing her own in defiance.
Such a beautifully cold crimson; they were so steel-like, so soulless; colder than the rising darkness that had come with Megatron's rule. He was a Decepticon, of the darkness, she knew that, but she also knew that it would never fully claim him.
In the end her own energon began to cloud her vision. She collapsed onto the floor as the final darkness crept closer towards her.