Rue
By SMYGO4EVA
Arcee knew that it would be so much easier to just lie down and offline.
Her body was scratched, battered and bruised; her armor was beginning to ache and splinter, and her optics, cerulean with rage and distress, lie heavy as lead.
They don't want to open.
The Pit awaits her. The darkness that manifested in her spark was gleaming with angry, malicious crimson optics that want nothing more than to tear into her metal flesh, because they both know that she's real, just a machine given a heart.
A heart that was easy to tear into shards.
There is nothing left for her, nothing that was real, on both Cybertron and on Earth.
There was nothing that could help her or bring her any happiness.
What did she have to live for, now that the end was inevitable?
Get up. Get…up…
And move…
It would be easier just to die.
But she would never back down, and never rue this day.