Chapter 14

It was late into the next day before the seeker dropped down to the earth in the heart of an abandoned human factory. He transformed on his way to the ground, a ruthless rush of twisting silver metals that creaked and screeched from all of his wounds and scars. He landed with a scowl, dropping a hand to completely pull off a piece of armor on his leg that was nearly useless it was so damaged. Seconds after he arrived, another appeared, although he shifted forms more gracefully, and said with dark amusement, "Our brother returns..."

The third and final of the trine arrived. He said nothing and kept his distance from the silver mech who snarled, "Without your help, Skywarp. What news of our great leader?"

He spat the words out like a curse. The one designated Thundercracker spoke up, "Still suffering from his injuries. Scalpel has been unable to treat the wounds left from Egypt."

"That femme nearly tore him in half," Skywarp added almost thoughtfully, "if she had not been distracted, she would have killed him. She was too strong for Megatron..."

"Megatron has grown weak, he is not fit to lead the decepticons," Starscream continued, "it is time to...relieve him of his title."

"How?"

"We'll start by destroying the femme," his optics seemed to brighten, glowing a fierce crimson, "Demona will fall."

With that, he pushed off into the air and twisted, forming back into his Raptor alternate. He seemed to hesitate in the air as the other two followed. Once they were all off the ground, he lead the trinity away at a reckless speed.

Paradox tensed in the shadows, visor tinting red as her spark pulsed with anger. She had watched, safe from sight, and listened. The second that fragging seeker had mentioned Demona, her cold spark had tightened almost painfully in her chest, recognizing the name of it's lost sparkling from a past life. The bond wasn't there anymore. All that remained was a huge gap that split Paradox from whatever remained of Angelus, a gap she had been able to ignore with her nonstop hunting. But she knew it now, and she could no longer ignore the knowledge, that her young was alive and well.

Angelus had survived, somewhere deep inside, and was growing stronger everyday with that same knowledge. Yes, the bond was gone, but she remembered holding her creation for the first and last time, and praying to Primus that she would be nothing like Megatron intended her to be.

I won't lose her again. Paradox slipped out of the darkness and glided through her transformation sequence. Tires hit the broken concrete and she tore away, pushing her frame as hard as she could. She left the seekers to their plotting and went rushing back in the direction of the autobot base.

And there we go with Starscream plotting to take over the decepticons...it's about time. I'm surprised it didn't happen in any of the movies, but it's not the only thing Bay *cough, cough*-fucked-*cough, cough* I mean messed up.

I call bullshit-Demona's kicked Starscream's ass how many times now? Riiight...

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed. Sorry it's short, should have another up late afternoon or evening. Love to the readers.

Demona and her family, Paradox, and the story belongs to me. Transformers does not.