Hello.
You may not know me, or my name. But that's not important right now. What I've come here to do, is something I should've NEVER done...
What did I do, you ask?
I was hired by a bot, to kill off a certain Decepticon. The bounty for his head was, honestly, very high; and enough to pay off my loan back on Cybertron.
Oh wait. I know what you're thinking... Cybertron's dead.
Well, this happened before Cybertron "died". I don't remember much about the bot, only that he had these vivid green optics.
But it seemed like it was just yesterday...
I was a normal femme; living life to the fullest. However, my life was based around whether or not my house wouldn't get destroyed by those awful 'Cons. I was on edge 24/7 wherever I walked. Either you die or get jumped by a Decepticon who didn't like pretty faces. Anyway, I was simply walking along a battered street, before someone called my name.
How they knew my name, was what I don't understand. Of course, I made the stupid decision to follow the source of the voice; it led me to an alley, where a dark mech stood infront of me.
"Aveen. I knew you'd make the right choice... Otherwise, I would've killed you."
Okay, that got me very suspicious.
"Kill me..?"
After I had uttered those two words, I noticed the array of various optics watching me. Oh.
"Now, if you still want to make the right desicion, I'll make a deal with you. You take out one of the Decepticons, you'll be paid in a very high reward."
"Any 'Con? Hmph, sounds easy enough," I said, crossing my arms.
"Oh, it's not," he hissed. "This isn't any old Decepticon we're speaking about... You need to take out Starscream."
Okay, now I know this guy is crazy; take out the second in command? I'd be dead whether I say no or yes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
(Hey guys! I bet those of you who followed the older version know I've revived this story. Instead of it showing both Aveen's and Smoke's POV, it's just Aveen's POV from now on.)