Paring: MegatronXStarscream
Genre: Tragedy
Warnings: Death.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers! No matter how much I wish I did…
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A scream echoed over the battlefield. It swept over the clashing of metal and over the sounds of blasters. The scream was filled with agony, which filled his spark with despair. There was only one could yell that loud; only one…that could send his spark into turmoil. He pushed the other leader to the ground and turned around. There was fear breaking onto the carful façade of anger usually present on his face. The silver mech looked around and spotted him almost instantly; the bright abnormal paint job making him stick out from all the others. He wished he hadn't turned, he wished he had continued to battle the Autobot leader..because laying on the ground; a large piece of metal stabbed through his spark was the Air Commander, his Air Commander.
The once beautiful paintjob that gained so much attention, was tarnished by the purple energon; the seekers very life supply was feeding the thirsty ground beneath him! It was then that everything stopped, Not another thing mattered except the Mech across the battle field in front of him. The others around him sunk into black abyss.
There infront of him was his world, the one thing that kept him sane! He always mistreats the seeker; mockes him, tortures him, abuses him, he had made so many mistakes! And..they were about to become mistakes he could never fix…mistakes…that he could never apologize for! The seeker turned his head his direction as if he was a magnet. The tyrant felt a stab to his spark at his expression.
The infamous smirk of confidence was no longer present, his optics no longer radiating pride or defiance. Instead a painful expression existed upon the wonderful face; his optics only reflecting the emotion of fear. He watched; frozen on the spot as energon leaked from his wounds and added to the puddle beneath him. He took a step forward, forcing himself to continue. He walked a straight path but he wanted to curve it, the tyrant would admit…this time he wanted to run, he wanted to retreat but…if he turned away he would be in denial. And he would not be in denial! With both a heavy spark and heavy feet he approached the seeker. It was abnormal for him to be so silent, it was..unerving. The tyrant stopped infront of his SIC and looked down, waiting, waiting for him to get up. Because he would get up, like he always did.
Any moment now Starscream would stand up shouting in his annoying whiney voice about how HE would be the ruler of the Decepticons! And how nothing; not even the giant piece of metal piercing his spark would stop him. The seeker below him opened his mouth and uttered two words…two words that shattered his spark, words he never wanted to hear. "You win" he whispered, his voice crackling and horse. The seeker forced himself to smile before his red optics flashed violently as he went offline. The gladiator saw the ground rush up to meet him as he dropped to his knees.
"STARSCREAM!" the broken scream echoed across the field stopping both factions in their tracks. They watched the tyrant look upon the seeker, still waiting for him to get up.
That day, the Decepticon leader lost.
He lost the war.
His reasoning.
His sanity.
And..his beloved seeker.
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Authors note: I felt like writing something sad…but I'm not quite sure how good that was. I would REALLY appreciate reviews! (: Tell me what you think, I'm always up for constructive criticism!
~Love, Maddy