Disclaimer: Nope, no miracle has happened since my last post since I still don't own Transformers. *sigh*
a/n: I wrote this under the
assumption that Blaster was never re-activated after the Underbase
saga. But since I recently found out that he was indeed re-activated, let's
just say this takes place in way off in the future of a parallel universe where
Blaster's still off line and Cybertron is no longer
at war. The song at the end is "Between Heaven
and Hell" by Zakk Wylde.
Somewhere in Between
Hey there. Got yourself scrapped? Yeah, well join the
group. There's a bunch of us here waiting to be repaired and the like. Not that
it's going to happen for me, Ratchet's dead and I've probably been forgotten
again. Them's the breaks. Heh, I don't even mind being dead anymore.
Oh for—calm down. Just because you're here doesn't mean you've gone
off-line permanently, so don't get all wound up. You'd be surprised how many
transformers pass through here. I bet they don't even know how lucky they are
to be moving on so easily.
Oh, and even if by chance you are off-line permanently, you shouldn't be here
long, not like me at least. This place is just a transition point; a place in
between the cracks where you're not quite dead but not really alive.
Oh sure. Go ahead—Laugh. It's not like you would have known that, being
new.
I've been here how long? Do you really think time matters here? I've been here
long enough, I can tell you that much. Everyone else I ever knew moved on from
here a long time ago. Even my little buddy Goldbug's
gone, I guess that's because he's been repaired. I hope so. I've had enough
friends die on me, I wouldn't want him to be dead too. I'm not that lonely for
company.
How did I get here? You really want to know? I got scrapped by Decepti-creep Starscream
defending some human city from destruction, that's how. I'm not even sure if it
was worth it. Just about all the humans I ever meet were greedy, paranoid, self
absorbed jerks.
Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh. They're not all that bad. The little
ones were okay, even if they did make a mess of things. Never did hear from
them again after that incident with old microbrain.
It figures. They probably died long ago too. Organics are like that.
What, who's Starscream? You have got to be—how
can you not know who Starscream is? Heh, on second thought, you're probably better off not
knowing, but since you insist…Starscream was the Air Commander
of the Decepticons and second in command right after Megatron. You do know who Megatron
is, right?
Too bad for you.
I bet you're wondering why I'm still here, aren't you? It's
okay, everyone else does.
You know that every time a transformer enters this place they broadcast all
sorts of information, and I end up on the receiving end of it all. Images,
impressions—through them I can get a glimpse of the outside world. That's what
makes you so interesting in particular, I think. You've never known war. You actually
have peace now. Do you have any idea how many 'bot's
died for that? So that one day there might be peace?
I died for it.
It's funny, even though I died hoping one day the war would come to an end on
Earth and Cybertron, I don't think I could live in
either place today. Especially not Cybertron.
Practically all my life revolved around the war and the Autobot
cause. I lived for it, I fought for it, I killed
for it. I gave it my all and in the end it killed me. Not only that, but I had to
watch a friend die and I could do nothing to save him because "the cause" was
more important.
I still hate myself for that.
At times I do wonder what it would be like to be alive again, but there's just
no way I'd be able to get along with the 'cons and their descendants, even if
they are reformatted now. I lost too many of my friends to those tin-plated
devils. I can't and I won't ever stop hating them for that.
I can't stop hating myself either, for that matter.
Heh, it's ironic, really. After all, I'm a
transformer—I was built for change—and yet I can't bring myself to change the
way I am. Not even to live again.
I guess that's why I'm still here. I can't move on because I can't let go. I
guess I'll just remain here till the end, then.
Somewhere in between.
All that you know and all that you knew
In the end child,
tell me what's it all mean to you?
Don't forget just who and where you are --
You can spread your wings son
But don't you spread yourself too far
Hey, hey, hey now
Where I am at times I just can't tell
Hey, hey, hey, now
I'm lost somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
Dying to live
Living to die
Ain't no hellos here
Nothing but good-bye
Good-bye
Fini.
