I do not own Transformers, all rights belong to Hasbro, Arianne belongs to Fallen Angel 1243, the Realm of Cybres belongs to Elhini Prime, I only own Hellion/Firestorm and Firesoul.

Chapter 13

Sick Mind

Hellion POV

I looked around warily as I walked through the crashed ship - Optimus and Ratchet beside me. Something about this place didn't feel right, I felt as though something bad would happen.

"I don't like this Optimus, something just doesn't feel right here." I said.

"Do you see any signs of a battle here Hellion?" he asked.

"No...and that's what has me worried." I said.

We found a door that seemed to be jammed shut, Ratchet tried to open it but it wouldn't respond. I nodded to him and he backed away before I walked up to it and slammed Phoenixfyre into it. I yanked it out and saw that it didn't do a lot, but melted just enough for me to fit my servos in. I slammed a fist into it and gripped the door before doing the same with my other fist. I growled as I slowly pushed it open before ripping it right off of it's place, the pieces now beside Ratchet and Optimus.

I walked in, flamethrowers at the ready, looking around cautisouly. I nodded back to them and felt something drip on to my helm before I began to feel my strength being sapped. As I fell to the ground I heard Ratchet and Optimus rush to my sides. I looked up, my optics dimming, and saw something that terrified me.

A Cybertronian, who looked as though something ate away at him. I recognized what did it, the Cybonic Plague.

Right after, I knew nothing but darkness.

Author POV

Dusk looked up towards the groundbridge as it activated, and gasped. Optimus and Ratchet came through, both holding Hellion. They carried him to the berth and lifted him onto it as Dusk ran over, worry in her optics.

"What happend to him?" she asked.

"He's been infected with the cybonic plague, I'm afraid." Ratchet said.

"Y-you can cure him, right Ratchet?" Arianne asked.

"I'm afraid not." Ratchet said, "However, logically, Megatron would've created one in the case HE was ever infected."

"But old Buckethead is dead, there's no way he survived the explosion!" Bulkhead said.

"Actually..." a soft voice said, "He is not."

The Autobots looked around confused and readied their blasters, thinking the voice an enemy. The voice laughed as a calming presence flowed through the room. An orange and red femme appeared next to the berth where Hellion was.

Ironhide looked at the femme, surprise in his optics.

"Firesoul!?" he said, "But...you were killed!"

"That I was, Ironhide." she said, "But Primus was generous, and has allowed me to stay with my child, even if I am not alive."

She looked towards Dusk and smiled, walking over to her, stopping in front of her.

"I can feel it...you want to save my son, don't you?" she asked, "I can supply the coordinates to the Nemesis, for an Ancient evil is inhabiting it, making it easier to track."

"But I see nothing on my scanners!" Ratchet said.

"Because you are searching for Decepticons." she said, "The evil that lurks in the Nemesis is neither Autobot, nor Decepticon."

"Then what is it?" Dusk asked.

"It is one of the 6 Ancient Predacons." Firesoul said, "Tyrannus the Spark Devourer."

"With a title like Spark Devourer, I doubt he's a nice guy." Bulkhead said.

"Dusk, you must be the one to get the cure" Firesoul said, "Tyrannus cannot easily control a Cybreian."

Seeing their confusion, Firesoul elaborated.

"Tyrannus's spark can control Cybertronians, he does so because he's searching for his body." she said, "Tyrannus' body was killed, and hidden away here on Earth."

"Then how is his spark still around?" Dusk asked.

"The Ancients were exposed to dark energies, and Tyrannus was effected the most." Firesoul said, "Only a being of light, or a being of equal power, can truely kill him now, I'm afraid."

"What could possibly be equal to such a being?" Ratchet asked.

"The other Ancients have began to awaken, already Cataclysm and his brother Leviathan wander the world." she said, "Yet skyterror and Behemoth seemingly have yet to awaken."

"Weren't there 6 Ancients?" Arcee asked, "What about the last one?"

"Animus is awake as well, but..." Firesoul said, "Something is wrong, his presence feels as dark as Tyrannus' now. Upon going to where Animus' presence was at, I saw the land around his mountain sundered."

She closed her optics and shivered.

"Where the land was broken open, I saw Anima spewing out of the earth." she said, "Thankfully it seems the Anima isn't spreading...yet."

"What's Anima?" Dusk asked.

"It is the blood of Animus." Firesoul said, "It is why he is known as the Beast of Blood."

"We can continue this talk later, right now we need to save Hellion." Dusk said.

Dusk looked towards Hellion and then back at Firesoul.

"Give us the coordinates." she said.

Firesoul nodded and moved to the console next to the groundbridge, her servos turning solid as she typed. The groundbridge flared as she finished and she nodded at Dusk.

Dusk nodded back and walked through, ready to rip through Megatron's soldiers to save her friend.

And that's the end of the chapter. Sorry it tends to take a while for me to update now, but I'm doing my best! Please remember to tell me what you think of it, input is appreciated, constructive criticism is appreciated, but flames will simply be stomped out by Cataclysm.

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