Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers!
Many thanks to kenyizsu for letting me continue your story! I loved it so much, and hope that I can write this to the high standard you've set!
Sorry for the short chapter! I was just exiting the cliffhanger, and setting up my part of the story! The next one will be longer and better, I promise!
Rodimus almost grinned as a ray of hope lit up his optics. He knew Hot Shot had the power in him to beat that pyromaniac. He just had to try!
"Yes! Keep fighting, Hot Shot!"
Rodimus pulled himself to his feet, clenching his fists in anticipation as his inferior's howls of pain rang echoed through the smoke.
"Keep going, kid! You've got it in you!"
The Prime temporarily ignored the fire blazing around him. He couldn't get Hot Shot out to safety until he was back to normal. Rodimus discarded the passing thought that the younger bot probably wouldn't want to get out of there, even when he was back to normal.
Hot Shot shook his head, and released his grip on it, as his optics switched back to blue.
Rodimus could've jumped into the air and hugged him.
"You did it! Come on, kid! Let's get out of here!"
Hot Shot ignored him, seeming transfixed with the flames around him. Then, he burst into tears.
How could've he had done this?
He felt like a murderer. First he'd caused the disaster of Xan. Then he'd set fire to that dwelling-house in downtown Iacon. And now he'd set up yet another catastrophe, in the Oil Refinery, if the smell of burning fuel was any indication.
And what was worse, Rodimus had followed him.
Hot Shot knew that his superior was only worried about him, but he shouldn't have to put his own life at risk for it!
Sometimes, Rodimus could be so brave he was stupid, particularly when it came to his youngest teammate. Hot Shot resented that fact, feeling a surge of what was almost hate at the Prime.
Hate, at himself.
It would be easier if he just offlined for good.
Hot Shot turned and leapt into the flames, screaming.