Author's Note: WARNING this is not a pretty fic. There are three more parts that go with this and one will be posted each day. I own nothing
War is Hell
Their trine bond was young and strong and their hopes wild when they agreed to join. Each was raised in position to outrank most others and they were content. It seemed for a time that nothing could defeat the Decepticons in their swift rise in power and that Cybertron would be restored to its former glory in such a short time. Then there was the Falling Out.
None of the three spoke of it but it hung there like an angry beast every time they were forced together. Their bond became a burden, a curse to them, instead of something to be proud of. It twisted their minds and turned their very sparks to hate. It made them into the monsters they had feared in their childhood.
Thundercracker was the first to lose his grasp on sanity and kindness. He soon delighted in hearing his enemies quake and seeing them fall, optics brimming with terror as they begged for mercy. His trine mates hated the sight of him and it drove him farther away from him.
Starscream went next. Twisted by the pressure Megatron placed on him as well as his trine mate's cruelty Starscream struck out against all he had once stood for. His sneering ways soon cost his vocal processors and his tone became a repellant screech of constant fury.
Skywarp held on the longest. His compassion for others made him fight the madness but eventually his bond with his other trine members twisted him as well. They fell into a deep darkness that could not be remedied. Death was the only escape.