Author's Note: Hi, Silver Spider here. I'm sorry I still didn't finish the DSS. I promise to get around to it but this story has been in my head for such a long time, I feel I have to write it. This is much darker than my usual stories and is not related to the DSS. I may do a sequel to this story later but only one.

     I'd like to thank Taratron for letting me use her name in this story (even if my character is a guy) and for letting me barrow some ideas from her awesome story The Greatest Sacrifice (all you Dinobot lovers, this is the story to read!)

Author's 2ndNote: If you guess which Maximal I'm talking about, shhh don't tell. You could, however, e-mail me to make sure. All will be reviealed at the end. And even more will be told in the next part.

Author's Warning: Like I already mentioned this story is much darker than my usual stories. It involves pretty gruesome descriptions of torture and a mention (big mention) of rape. If you are soft at heart, don't read it. This is serious drama.

Let Fate Decide

By: Silver Spider

Prologue

     The feeling was different now.

     There was no warmth and the soft hum could no longer be heard. No, heard was not the right word. There was no hearing. Not yet. In fact, there was no existence. But that didn't get in the way of the fear. The being could senesce it, though it didn't know how. It's couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't touch, and yet there was that fear. Thick, cold, hollow, wallowing fear. Why am I so afraid? It wondered, and then realized something.

     It could think and form those thoughts into words. Well, at least that was something. It meant that this was a senescent being; it existed. But in what form? Was in spiritual, mental, or did it have a physical body? It couldn't be physical since there were no senesces…could it? There was only one sensation: that deep fear. But fear of what?

     The being had to think. It was the only thing it could do. Think back. Remember something, anything. Remember what it was. Suddenly there was a mental flash.

     "I will not fight you. There is no reason to do so. Besides, it is against my ethics to cross swords with a female."

     What was that? A memory? Then who was the bearer of that voice? At any rate, this was another piece of the puzzle. The being know knew part of what it was: female. It was something, all right, just not enough. She had to think back to the origin of that memory and add more pieces to it. As she concentrated, a single word began to echo in her mind. The voice was the same as before; warm and soft, but also strong and reassuring at the same time. She focused on that word, that echo that grew louder and stronger, that held more meaning then she ever thought possible.

     "Beloved…"