Hi, first off I wanted to say this is my very first story and I hope u like it.
(Koodos and kit-kats to u all who give this a try).
I also wanted to say I enjoy constructive criticism of my stories but please, don't fill the review box with useless mean comments that just take up space.
I mean seriously flamers can't you go find something better to do? Any ways, hope you like this, like I said comments are greatly appreciated and so are ideas for the story. I promise if I get more than five reviews I'll put up more chapters; as long I can make a few happy with this story I'm set.
So…what are u waiting for reading this authors comment hurry and get to the story! :p
Lessons of Metal and Hearts
Prologue:
A sliver blur cradling a small bundle to her chest raced across an empty wasteland that was strewn with enormous, dilapidated metallic, buildings.
With just as equally enormous metallic corpses flung around them with hollow optics, and missing limbs, almost like broken metal dolls.
'I can't stand this any longer'
Thought the blur, cradling the bundle more tightly to her chest plates.
BOOM!
The sound shakes the ground, sounding off the roars of gunfire in the distance. A muffled cry came from the small bundle as the ground shook, jostling the newborn sparkling awake.
'We aren't safe here anymore, don't worry little one I won't let them harm you.'
BOOM!
The sound was extremely close now, signaling the battle was dangerously close.
'I hate this war it has brought nothing but pain and suffering. Why won't it just end!'
BOOM! CRASH! HISS!
The femme didn't have time to think anymore; the war was here.
She dodged a cannon blast by mere inches as she ran with still more gunfire raining down from seekers and bots on the ground alike as they kept trying to hit each other.
The sliver femme ran inside an old shuttle launch building. She sprinted up the stairs to the shuttle pads on the topmost floor and searched wildly around for a working shuttle to escape in.
She spotted one, and her spark dropped in despair.
There was only one shuttle left but it was too small for the femme to crawl into, the only thing that could fit a pod that small was either a package, or perhaps, a sparkling.
The femme's spark gave a wave of sadness and longing for what she knew she had to do. She was almost selfish and almost didn't accept what she had to do or what were to happen to her or her sparkling if she didn't. She tried not to think of the horrors that would face them both in a few moments if she didn't hurry.
The sparkling gave a low piteous wail when it couldn't feel its mothers spark against its body anymore and a cool metal casing instead. The femme's weak spark gave another lunge for her sparkling; to hold it, to confront it, to never it go.
CRASH!
Bots had broken in to the building and were securing all floors for any survivors.
Times up.
The grieving femme put the shuttle into launch mode and placed a delicate hand on the cold shuttle surface and stared at her small defend less sparkling for the last time, the sparkling gave one last cry for its mother
WHOOSH!
… And was gone.
'Oh primus, please keep him safe and let someone good and kind find him and love him like I never can.'
That was the last thing the femme thought as a loud whirl and hiss exploded the heavy silence.
Far away in deep space the infant sparkling suddenly began screaming and crying when it longer sensed its mother's spark.
Alone now, in space, the infant cybortornian cried itself asleep.
So? Should I keep going? Please I'm am gonna combust, Please REVIEW! (Explodes in the distance) o_0