Can you believe this is the second to last chapter? Anywho, you guys know the drill. I don't own Transformers. Also, I have decided to upload this chapter and the last, due to the fact that I will be away from my computer for the next week. Leave a lovely review, as always.
Enjoy!
Fisher's death was far from pleasant.
The shock-stick had momentum and therefore it hit harder, sinking deep into his chest. As he knelt over Trina, the impact jarring his entire frame, he stared at Mikaela with wide eyes.
And then, the electricity. Though it coursed through his veins and caused his legs and arms to spasm, blood falling from his parted lips with each jarring blow of energy, he still was able to grip the shock-stick, and then pull it from his body.
But it was too late.
Mikaela felt hot energon tears drip down her cheek, a sob escaping her as she watched him fall off of Trina's motionless body, clutching the gaping wound in his chest, blood pumping like a garden hose, seeping through his fingers. He was trying to hold on, she realized. His mouth opening and closing as he tried to speak.
But in the end, he went down.
Fell onto his back, stared up at the ceiling, eyes open but no longer seeing.
Mikaela struggled to stand once more, the shock-sticks blinking with electricity. The pain was incredible, a roar behind her ears and eyes. She pawed ineffectively at the ground, sobbing.
"Trina," she croaked.
The body did not stir.
"Trina….." she called again.
She wasn't moving.
No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. No, no, this wasn't real. This was a hoax. A trick added to her fucked up life.
She was not losing her best friend.
Mikaela steeled herself and then did the hardest thing she had every done in her entire existence. She stood up.
The pain. That was all she could think about. The agony. It ran through her entire frame and everything, the walls, the floor, the blue energon and crimson blood that stained the hallway, was made up of it.
She fell to her knees.
In the back of her mind, Roadrunner had retreated and was not coming back.
The human's face was pale, eyelids shut tight. Her face was battered to the point of mutilation, blood and sweat clinging to her flesh. One arm was bent slightly, one leg twisted at an unnatural angle.
Mikaela gently touched her chest, trying to feel her heartbeat.
She got none.
"Wake up," she sobbed. "Wake up."
Trina did not move.
Mikaela bowed her head and cried.
Maybe it was the Prime's. Maybe it was some cosmic, unseen force. Maybe it was destiny.
Trina's eyes fluttered open and took a gigantic gulp of air.
"Holy shit," she said.
Mikaela couldn't help it. She laughed out loud, wiping away her tears and scooping Trina up in her arm, hands wrapped gingerly around her waist. The human was testing her limbs, wincing every now and then.
Mikaela pressed her against her own chest, next to her spark.
"You, Trina Garrison, are amazing."
"I don't feel amazing," she said. "I feel like shit. Oh, God, my head….I think I have a concussion. Several, actually."
Mikaela set her down on the ground and she stumbled, nearly slipping on a puddle of Fisher's blood. She stared at the corpse, wrinkling her nose. Then, she reached down and grabbed her shock-stick, glancing at its bloody tip.
"He's gone," she said. "It's over."
An explosion sounded. The walls shook and Mikaela snapped back into action, stumbling on her aching legs. Trina said, "Let me look at you."
She reached up and gripped the end of a shock-stick, deftly pulling it from Mikaela's limbs.
A scream.
"Sorry," she said, "But we….have to get moving…." She wiped blood from her split lip, painting the back of her hand red. She yanked another shock-stick out.
She threw them to the ground and Mikaela began to walk on aching legs, knees banging together, down the hallway.
"Optimus and Megatron need us," Mikaela said, glancing down at Trina as she hobbled along, clutching her head. Her clothes were torn and stained, and she was limping, barely able to stay upright.
Yeah. Like they would be able to help.
When the entered the tavern, it was a bloodbath.
Human guards lay strewn across the place, weapons abandoned. Some sat huddled in a corner. Off to the side, Barricade, miraculously, was still alive and using whatever ounce of strength he had left to crawl away.
The creature was on all four legs, swinging its head back and forth. Optimus sat atop it, his sword stabbing again and again into its exposed joints. He was coated in energon, both his own, and the creatures. It a horrifying display and Mikaela knelt down, shuddering, gripping Trina before she could collapse.
"Optimus!" He looked up, and then, three seconds later, was sent flying across the room, slamming into a stone support beam and smashing right through it.
A cloud of dust rose from where he landed, and out of the corner of her eye, Mikaela saw Megatron streaking across the ground, blaster raised and firing. The blows ricocheted off the creature, and humans scattered left and right as various crates and equipment was blown from its pedestal.
The creature whipped its tail, fast as lightning, and knocked Megatron's legs out from under him.
He fell, cursing.
Mikaela bounded towards the creature, taking advantage of its distracted state, leaping onto its tail and gripping the metal spikes, crawling up its frame.
"It's head!" Megatron bellowed, wiping energon from his lips. "Hit it in the–"
The creature roared and swiped a claw that would have skewered Megatron in half, if it hadn't been for Optimus tackling him out of the way.
Both mechs righted themselves and leaped atop the monster, Optimus swinging from its jaw and shooting it in the eye. Sparks flew and Mikaela whooped in triumph as its optic clattered to the ground below.
"Trina!" She shouted. "The shock-stick!"
It was a plan doomed to fail, Mikaela knew. With enough electricity they could short out its systems, but to what extent? The creature must have had some sort of backup generator….
The monster roared and bucked Megatron off. He landed heavily on his back, and Mikaela heard a joint snap.
A roar of pain.
The creature flung its tail like a whip, Mikaela taking the full brunt of the blast and slamming into the wall. Her already aching legs screamed in protest as she jumped up and threw herself onto its back once more, this time, determined not to let go.
"Trina!" She screamed.
The girl ran, limping still, swinging the shock-stick above her head. The monster noticed her presence and swiped a claw to incapacitate her, but, using her small size as an advantage, dove to the floor, the claw passing inches above her head.
"Yeah!" Mikaela cried, triumphant.
Optimus, who was hanging from the creatures neck, scooped her into his arms and placed her upon the creature….
Just as it bucked and sent him flailing, crying out, towards the floor. The impact jarred the entire mine, but remarkably, Trina had managed to stay on.
Megatron caught another blow as the dragon swept its head back, slamming into Megatron and sending him cartwheeling through the air and into the ground. Mikaela saw it out of the corner of her eye and looked, wide eyed, as….
Energon erupted from his scarred chest. The old shock-stick wound had opened up again and he was staring, expression shocked, as the liquid seeped from his chassis.
"Megatron!" Mikaela shouted. "Optimus! Help him!"
Optimus was slowly getting to his feet, groaning.
"Trina, now!" Mikaela shouted. "Stab it now!"
The human was balancing on the monster's head, coughing as smoke curled from its nostrils. Sweat rolled down her neck, her face flushed, and she raised the shock-stick over her head….
"Now!" Mikaela shouted.
She drove the stick into its forehead, between its eyes.
The creature's reaction was instant. It roared and bucked, tendrils of electricity flowing through its writhing from. Trina was thrown from its head and she shouted out, falling towards the ground at a speed that would sure kill her….
She landed in Optimus' strong hands.
Mikaela have a sigh of relief, and then cursed as she, too, was thrown from the dragon.
She landed on her back, the air leaving her body, and then found herself staring into the crimson optics of….
"Goodbye, Starscream," Mikaela whispered. "Now, you can finally let go."
The creature slumped to the ground, and then did not move.
Silence.
The four of them lay there, Trina nestled in the palm of Optimus' hand, unconscious. Megatron was trying to stem the flow of energon from his chest, his optics blank, directed at the ceiling.
Mikaela stood, took a step, and then fell, fatigue overcoming her. Her vision was cloudy, disoriented. She could barely speak or move, watching as flames began to lick at the creature's body, casting an orange glow on everything in the mine.
She reached out and gently held Optimus' hand.
He gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Mikaela…."
She didn't see him. Barricade. The police cruiser was stumbling along, clutching his chassis. He fell to his knees before her, inching along, talons reaching towards her face and all he had to do was….
His head exploded in a burst of sparks, falling from his body.
Megatron, lying on his back, blaster raised, said, "Good riddance."
