Medicine for a Nightmare
By SMYGO4EVA
"Why did you do it?"
Quiet. Not accusing, not sad, not even bored.
More than anything, Arcee sounded curious, as if the question was just another part of procedure.
Like pulling the trigger of the blasters.
Every single time.
….often with explosive results….
Outside, rain still pounded upon the thirsty desert.
The last sermon the former Seeker heard-
...storms are but creations of Primus's anger. But through our work here, your servos - shaped by the unwavering conviction - will stay the wrath of the gods...
Dreadwing swallowed. The taste of congealed energon was thick in his throat; the crack of the blaster still ricocheted in his head.
"I wanted to show them," he whispered, "what a true storm was."