AN: Rated M for the amount of violence and gore.
The scared mech fell down as two Decepticons surrounded him. One watched him with four blood red eyes while the other grounded its claws against the floor as a sign that he was ready to attack.
The four-eyed one suddenly kicked the truck before using a pede to pin him down. He growled as the four-wheeler tried desperately to escape the crushing limb, hoarsely whimpering when the pede's sharp armor began pressing on weak cabling under the chest cavity. The downed mech retaliated with a surprising bite to the former's ankle.
Hissing at such a un-Autobot-like retort, the four-eyed grabbed the latter's neck and began squeezing, watching the mech's optics flicker as Energon lines were being cut off from their destination. In return, the four-eyed smiled with grey, jagged denta lining his mouth like a piranha. He could feel the truck's pulse and the blocked swallows his servos were denying.
Cracking was soon heard along with a faint groan. The four-eyed was breaking neck cables and ligaments with his death grip upon the weak four-wheeler. With a single twist in the palms of his hands, the Autobot laid there, immobile.
The two Decepticons smirked at the pool of blood forming from the cable wounds that had broken open from the hold the first bot had. Brute strength was common among the Decepticon ranks, and all Autobots who lived to tell the tale knew to stay at a distance.
However, another sound entered the alley and both red-eyed mechs turned to the noise. A femme had her mouth covered by her hand, gawking mindlessly at the scene. In a blink of an eye, the two seized her and showed no mercy.
Energon splattered onto the alley floor mixing with the deceased mech's. Armor flew off after it was torn from its origin. The femme couldn't scream; the four-eyed Decepticon bit down on her neck and in an instant, ripped her throat out. She was still alive but voiceless and bleeding to death. The two weren't done yet though.
The second grabbed her arm and with little effort, pulled it from its socket. He then took the other and bent it backwards, making the femme try to cry out once more but no sound came. As he threw her arms away, he took hold of a portion of her waist and used his claws to break bits and chunks off. When the wound was big enough, he stuck his hand up her chassis. When he felt something large and what he knew was important, he yanked it from its chamber; the femme's optics immediately died and her suffering came to an end.
Within the second's blue blood-stained servo, a ball of fading energy quickly vaporized and its signature light blue hue no longer lit the alleyway like it did when it was taken outside its home. The four-eyed chucked the remaining body away while staring at where the former spark once rested before its departure from their cruel world.
The second mech peered up at the night sky while clutching his hand into a fist. He had felt the power of the heart of all Cybertronian beings still pump when it was in his possession almost like it denied death for a second. It was a glimmer of hope, but hope even had its limits; it would eventually die too. But that one moment of observing pure energy still function outside its domain fascinated both of them. It continued to fight death when it had nothing to keep it alive; it thought it was immortal.
Everything must die someday, even the Gods, even the energies that made them. Death could never be avoided; it was the predator and everything else was its prey.