Hello again! Fancy seeing you here! xD

Well after reading... then re-reading... and reading again about my lil Flash, I thought I'd show you just how hard it was being a sparkling in the Decepticon ranks. Of corse, you already know I don't OWN the transformers... nor do I own the name of Flash. Unfortunatly his name has already been used but I own his personality! . Also, this also introduces Flash's brother, Slash. It shows how much brotherly love there was there... well that was when he was a sparkling... just wait you'll understand later when I write some more up...

Until then, Enoy!


The hallways of Decepticon headquarters were silent. Everyone was either in recharge or the training room. Laughter sounded from the large training area as the sparkling approached. Two Decepticons were hard at work battling it out in the middle of the room. "Knock him out Cyclonus!" shouted a nearby spectator as the two bots' held nothing back, lashing out and ripping each other to pieces. The Decepticon he had shouted at cackled as he grabbed his opponant by his shoulders and threw him into the wall "Better luck next time Napalm! Perhaps you should go back to the prison cells now" he laughed as the small mech peeked around the doorway. He had been woken up by the noise after a nightmare. Wandering over to one of the nearby mechs he held out his hands asking to be picked up. He wanted to be comforted, to be told that nothing was going to hurt him... but of course life in the Decepticon ranks wasn't anything but painful. Even being a sparkling didn't stop him from being hurt, emotionally and physically. Cyclonus held his hands up high and laughed as two other Decepticons picked his opponant up and scooted out the door with him. "Anyone else wanna try! Step forward!" he shouted, his words echoing round the room. The mech in front of the sparkling smiled evilly, and instead of picking the child up in a warm embrace, he grabbed the sparkling roughly and threw him into the ring. He screamed, hitting Cyclonus in the chest plate then falling to the ground. Cyclonus wandered over to the young mech, his face smothered with a deadly smile. The little one looked up at him, his optics showing pure fear as the crazy chopper approached "You wanna fight me kid? So be it" he said, picking the youth up by his throat. Frightened, the small Decepticon panicked and struggled, energon tears starting to flow down his optics. Cyclonus laughed and threw him back onto the ground "Get outta my sight" he said quietly, kicking him causally in the head. The impact was met with a crack, the armour on the sparkling's helm cracking as it met the plating on Cyclonus's foot.The brat's optics widened as Cyclonus's foot hit, the sudden wetness of Energon spilling out of his head freezing him to the spot.

"I said scram Runt!" Cyclonus booted the poor kid out the door and laughed as he collapsed against the wall."And they call you retro-rats the Decepticons of the future..." Everyone in the room laughed in agreement with Cyclonus, the loud booms of their laughter ringing through the poor child's audio recepters.

Shaking in terror, the small Decepticon ran away as fast as his short legs could carry him. Out of breath and in pain, the youngling's run soon became a crawl as he came upon his room. The doors opened and he crawled in. As soon as they closed he collapsed where he was, curling up into a little ball. His body shook violantly, threatening to shake a major componant loose. Slowly, he moved his hand to his head, wincing as he felt the cool Energon run over his fingers. He cried out loud as a larger mech walked towards him. He picked up the sparkling and cradled him in his arms, sighing as he buried his head into his chest plate "Oh Flash... what did you get up to now..." he said, knowing his little brother couldn't reply. He sighed again, walking over to his recharger berth and sitting down with him. This wasn't the first time he'd had to sacrifice his own time to look after his kid brother. But seeing as he was only young he couldn't just leave him to fend for himself... the results would be disasterous...

Some noises were heard outside and the door opened, his attention shifting to the small group of Decepticons in the doorway. Flash looked over at them, moving further into his brother as they approached. They had all been in the arena, one of them being the Decepticon that had thrown him into the ring in the first place "Yo Slash! You should've seen it man! Napalm didn't know what hit him when he fourght Cyclonus!" they said excitedly. Slash smiled at his friends "Wow... Perhaps I should've been there..." he said, stroaking his brothers helm gently as he comforted him. A few Decepticons looked down at Flash "Hey! That's the runt that was thrown into the ring! Cyclonus made short work of him! Man Slash! for someone who's got a powerful background you sure do have one whimp of a brother!" laughed one, realising who it was. Flash sobbed some more, the words piercing his spark like needles "Well... they do say there's always a black sheep in the flock..." said another, his friend giving him a high 5 for using a human term. Slash sighed "Come on guys you know he's only a sparkling... Let the kid calm down before you work him up again". Slash narrowed his optics examined the wound on Flash's head. The cut was small, but he was loosing quite a bit of Energon from it. Quickly, Slash lent over and grabbed a small cloth from his bedside table. He folded it up and applied pressure. Flash let out a small yelp from the pressure on his head, but then relaxed realising it was his brother "Yo Slash! Cyclonus is going up again Demolisher tonight! Its rumored that Megatron will be joining in too! You coming? We gotta get some good seats!" suddenly perked one of the group, the others smiling. Slash looked down at his brother, still crying in his arms "Flash I'm gonna go out for a few hours. Just keep the pressure on that cut and eventually it'll stop bleeding ok?" he said as he released his brother from his grip. Flash replaced his hand on his head and nodded, crawling off the large mechs lap. Slash stood up and joined the group as they begin to leave. Slash's head pops back into the room "You wan't me to lock the door?" he asked.

Flash nodded and laid down, hoping to gain some well needed recharge. Seeing he would be recharging, Slash hit the light switch. As the door closed behind him, a small click told the young mech that he was now alone in the room. The thought of being alone scared him... anything could happen and no one would be able to protect him. He froze, realising he was left in the dark. Everyone would be at the battle tonight... No one would be able to protect him... He panicked, the darkness consuming him quickly as he let out a small whimper. Everything acted like it was alive. Small noises emerged from the darkness, making Flash shake in pure fright. He wanted a hug... but there was no one around...

Suddenly, the door clicked again, and Slash came back into the room "Now how did I guess you'd be scared to be left alone?" he said. Flash ran over to him and cuddled his legs, dropping the cloth on the floor. He hated being alone even if the room was locked... "Come on. Let's drop you off at the medbay... They're expecting you" smiled Slash, picking the child up "And this time... Don't play with the machines.."


Well there you go! Don't like it? Not my problem! XD

I'll add some more short stories soon I hope! Once I've finished some other projects of corse! Please R&R [Whatever that means... and all comments will be responded to! Well... hopefully I should get round them...

- Airstrike - The Careful Risk Taker -