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Tears slid down the blue racers cheeks as the walls closed in on him, the fire leaving him. It was to late anyways. He would die and no one would know.
No, maybe if he tried, he could get away.
Vainly, he tried to keep the walls from closing in on him. If he was going to die, it wouldn't be like this. Never like this.
The walls just kept pressing in on him, ready to demolish him. Why?! What had he done to deserve this?!
All of a sudden, it stopped, leaving him trapped between the walls. Lifting his sleek helm up, all he saw was a flashing light, one gleaming crimson optic, and everything went dark…
Blurr jolted awake, ex-vents desperately trying to cool his sweltering frame. It's been what? Three or two months since the Decepticons had been defeated? To him, it felt much longer. An eternity… Sighing, he pushed himself upwards, swinging his legs off the berth. Arms propped on his thighs, he silently brooded about the memory.
He stared at his hands and arms, the armor different. After his "treatment" he had to get new armor and changed his color scheme. He was no longer bright, now a dark color, representing what had happened to him. He always woke believing it was a dream, but when he saw his hands, he knew it wasn't.
Even after three months, he still couldn't believe it, believe that Longarm, the mech who was his friend, then later lover, was the Decepticon Shockwave. It hurt, it felt like his spark was shattering into a million pieces and he was stomping on those already broken pieces.
A keen escaped his lip plates and he rubbed his chest armor gently. The alloy had been sore for about a month or two, and Blurr knew why. Checking to make sure his berthroom was locked, curtains closed, he grabbed a small mirror, and opened his sparkchamber.
Circling around his own spark, was a smaller one, bobbing up and down. The little spark fed off the energy from his spark. Lifting a servo up, he stroked the small spark, comforting it. Today was the day. The day the spark would go into his gestation tank, the body ready to be formed for the next six months.
Staring intently, he watched the spark shake with confusion, then he gasped. It split in half, settling into his gestation tank. He didn't say anything, fear taking over him. This was bad, very terrible. He was carrying SPILT-SPARK TWINS. The very thing that was looked down upon in their culture. Blurr felt tears form in his optics and he didn't care. HIS sparklings would suffer from the rest of their species, always be called freaks or abominations. He knew what usually happens to them.
Regularly, when the carrier found out they were going to have split-spark twins, they got rid of them. Not because they just didn't want them to suffer, it was because of disgust, not wanting to ruin their reputation, not wanting to have spawns of evil.
Blurr's own carrier had done that to the sparklings who would have been his younger siblings.
Split-sparks were thought to once be something pure and whole, but then they allowed darkness into their spark, causing it to split in half. What was once perfect and whole, was now impure and broken. It was a punishment for allowing evil to enter them.
It didn't help if anyone found out the truth about their heritage, they would be killed or experimented on.
His servos shaped into a fist and fire was now simmering in his azure optics. Regardless of what happens, he would fight anyone who tried to hurt him, try to stop what he believed in. Protect the spark he carried within him.
He would protect his sparklings
Blurr would protect his precious Sideswipe and Sunstreaker
Regardless of their Decepticon sire, what he had done. He would protect THEIR sparklings…..