Disclaimer: Don't own.
Warning: Character death. Sort of.
Author's Note: Oneshots for Blurr. Haven't done any creative writng since school and don't think that counts. I hope they'll improve with time. Requests and suggestions taken. Also posted on Deviant Art. Same author name just hyphonated.
--Angsty Blurr
It felt like it should hurt. Why didn't it hurt? One moment he was running around firing on the decepticons, the next he was flying through the air. Ground, sky, energon, limbs, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colour and dust. Now he was lying there wondering what had happened and when the pain would come. He could feel nothing but the absence of agony, it was strange. Diagnostics were unresponsive but then so was everything else. This didn't particularly worry him. The sounds of battle had faded to a distant hum and from his current position face down on the ground he had a truly scintillating view of the grass. His vision was pixilating at the edges still he could see the energon spreading beneath him. He'd always known he would die alone though he'd never expected this. He was supposed to go out in one quick shot as he raced to his destination or maybe he would have been caught and tortured and killed for refusing to talk. This was just disappointing and sad. No blaze of glory, no missing presumed dead. They wouldn't find his broken body in a ditch. He wouldn't be strung up as an example for the world to see. Instead he would die as countless others before him. On the battlefield ignored by friend and foe alike as his life ebbed away and his vision grew dark. It was never supposed to be this way.