Hello my witches, werewolves, and robots, I finally found a story line for my horror story, Final Transformation! (Crowd goes crazy!) Yup, it's based on Final Destination and it will be gory.I have been promising this to you for a while, and once again, I don't abandon my promises. This will be absolutely terrifying and very gruesome. Prepare yourselves for this horror, even though Halloween is close to it's end, but it's still not over. (Laughs Maniacally, like crazy outta control) I don't own Final Destination either, so no sueing, its not nice.

Eh hem, enjoy…

Final Transformation

The battle field of an old canyon roared and buzzed with lasers and cannon fire. The shouts of hatred between the two rivalry team echoed throughout the canyon's walls and the stomping of heavy metal feet shook the rocks that lay silently on the hard, orange ground. Bullets and missiles flew randomly into the walls, blowing the ancient rock walls to pieces and crumpling into large masses of debris. The Autobots were pinned on one side of an opening in the canyon, playing defense, while the Decepticons as always, played offense. Megatron shot his cannon at the rocks where Red Alert and Hot Shot were hiding. His evil grin revealed his k-nines and his team of Starscream, Demolisher, Cyclonus, and Thrust fought behind him. He let out a laugh as one of his lasers took out a big piece of the rock, exposing Hot Shot's head.

"Give up, Autobots! You cannot win!" Megatron announced as he aimed carefully at Hot Shot. Cyclonus jumped out of his defense position and began to shoot randomly at the Autobots. Jetfire flew over head and transformed next to Optimus who had been injured in his leg and side.

"Sir, are you alright." Jetfire asked, flinching as a stray laser swept past his head. Optimus held his side and grunted, hiding his pain as the wound sparked with blue electricity and bled a little energon.

"I'm fine, take out Cyclonus." he said calmly and Jetfire helped Optimus lean back on the protective rock, so he could heal a little before returning to the fight. Jetfire cocked his gun and swiftly poked his body out from behind his rock, and shot at Cyclonus with amazing aim.

Lasers rained down on Cyclonus and hit him multiple times, causing him to stop and turn his back and squeal in pain.

"Hey! Stop it, cut it out! That stings! OUCH!" Cyclonus felt a laser hit his aft and he screamed as he leapt behind a rock for cover. Jetfire smiled and laughed.

"Hehe, novice…" Jetfire said to himself, until he saw Megatron aiming at Hot Shot. "Oh frag, Hot Shot, get down!" He screamed out and Hot Shot instinctively knelt his head down and almost immediately, and explosion erupted behind him where his head was. Red Alert took the opportunity to get up and shoot at Megatron, but Starscream already had him in his sights, and shot his gun, hitting Red Alert hard enough to blow him backwards.

"Excellent, Starscream, keep him pinned. Decepticons, don't let up! Keep firing!" Megatron ordered loudly, aiming at the rock where Optimus was, and Demolisher held up his fingers and shot many lasers around the Autobots to keep them pinned behind the rocks. "Thrust, retrieve the minicon now!" Megatron added, and Thrust made his optics turn to the half-buried minicon in the rock wall a distance down.

"Yes Lord Megatron! Right away sir!" Thrust immediately answered and jetted off towards the minicon. Starscream watched him go and rolled his optics.

Kiss-aft… He thought and continued to fire.

Jetfire wasn't the only one to watch him go and he narrowed his optics determinedly. "Not on my watch, Decepticon…" he growled and blasted off from his cover, suffering a few hits from the lasers that quickly brought him down. His thrusters began to smoke and he tumbled to the hard ground, crashing in the rain of lasers that wouldn't lighten up. He was immobilized and Megatron knew it. He aimed his cannon at the downed Jetfire and smiled.

"Decepticons, concentrate your fire on Jetfire! Take him out!" he commanded and Starscream and Demolisher fired their lasers at Jetfire as he tried to get up. Optimus' optics widened and he tried to get up, but his wounded leg gave away and he fell hopelessly to the ground.

"Jetfire! NO!" Optimus cried out as Megatron shot his cannon right into Jetfire's chest. A huge explosion of black smoke and flames rose from his spark chamber, and he died instantly. His blue optics flickered off and turned black as the night sky, and his pink energon blood poured from his exposed spark chamber. His body fell harshly to the ground like a rag doll, throwing dust into the air and the energon seeped into the dry clay. His mangled armor fell to the ground, and energon dripped from his mouth, causing Megatron to laugh with pleasure. Optimus was frozen in his place, observing his bleeding friend's body slowly turn gray and lose it's beautiful bright finish of red and white. Starscream was the only one who didn't laugh in victory, and really took no pleasure in it. He lowered his guns as he heard the Autobots cry out Jetfire's name in sorrow and fury.

Those cries sounded ever so familiar to his receptors…

Optimus' spark grew angry and rage ran through his energon veins. He clenched his fists and picked up his gun. Ignoring the open wounds in his battered body, he slowly stood and a gust of wind swept over him, blowing up a swirl of orange dust. Megatron was too busy laughing and watching Thrust pull the minicon out of the wall, and began to make his way back to Megatron. Optimus aimed right for his enemy's chest, and without hesitating, his finger pulled the trigger.

A large laser that was fully powered up was shot at Megatron, but before Megatron could dodge it, Thrust flew in front of him, taking the hit by accident.

An explosion threw Thrust into Megatron and the two toppled over a rock harshly. Megatron shrieked and Thrust screamed in agonizing pain, which didn't help when Megatron threw him off. Starscream and Demolisher jumped up and was horrified at the sight of Thrust's mangled body. Cyclonus chose to hide the horrifying sight from his optics after hearing Demolisher squeal like a femme. Starscream had seen worse, but not in a long time, which made him wince at the bloody mess. All the Decepticons ignored the rain of lasers as they watched Megatron lean up and notice energon all over his armor, but it wasn't his.

He looked over at Thrust that lay flat on his back, gushing his precious energon life-blood from his chest. He was gasping and trying to feel his chest that had a hole going straight through him. His spark was blown in two, but he was still alive. He moaned and cried out as more energon bled out and seeped out of his chest. Megatron's optics widened in wonder as Thrust wasn't dieing like he should've on impact. The minicon was still in Thrust's fist as he held it close to him.

"Thrust, why aren't you-" Megatron began until he saw Thrust's chest begin to heal rapidly before his eyes. The metal was regenerating itself like the opposite of a burning piece of paper, and his energon stopped leaking from his chest as the two pieces of his spark came back together. Megatron couldn't believe what he was seeing as he gazed at Thrust. Thrust slowly sat up and felt his chest, just as shocked as the others. His optics met his leader's, both showing a certain feeling of shock and fear.

"M-Megatron? What just happened?" Starscream asked, dodging a quick laser. Megatron didn't respond for a few seconds, which seemed like forever, until he finally spoke.

"Decepticons…retreat…" he ordered just loud enough for the others to hear over the laser fire, and his body faded out, and the others followed.

The battle field was left with only the stunned Autobots as they slowly made their way over to Jetfire's body. Optimus limped over to him to and sorrow took over him, as well as the others. A long silence stood as clouds of smoke blew around them. Red cinders of burning metal were still burning in Jetfire's chest and armor, and Optimus gently put Jetfire's hand over his chest in respect.

"He's…gone…" Hot Shot spoke quietly, lowering his head in disbelief. Red Alert shook his head and put his head in his hands, hiding his optics. Optimus stood silently and stared at his friend's corpse that had a pool of dimmed energon around him. He was gone, and the Decepticons would pay dearly.

He would be sure of it…

Yay! The plot is set and ovcoarse, my fist chappy is the shortest, for safety reasons. :P

So, do you think this would manifest into a good horror story? Because I got a lot of gruesome ideas for the Decepticons, (laughs maniacally) Hope you enjoyed the 1st chapter!

(Passes candy/review jar around) Loves!