DMK: Dun dun duuuun!!! THREE IS HEEEEEERE!! Dude, I should REALLY be working on my S/School essay based on Black Hawk Down... but I couldn't leave this unfinished!! Here is the climax of the story... and then there will probably be one last chapter after this. Sooooo, enjoy this while you can.
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Chapter Three
"Are you NUTS?!"
"Red! You Afthole! GET BACK HERE!!"
As the gung-ho mech sped toward the Decepticons, one of them fired at his front tire, making him fishtail madly for about twenty feet. Unable to use his vehicle mode, he transformed into his bot mode and was instantly met with heavy fire. One RPG hit him in the left shoulder and exploded, causing him to bellow in utter pain.
"AHHHH!!" He was sent onto his back from the impact, and could only watch as the number of Autobots on his side began to dwindle.
A red and white seeker, along with a purple, white and gold helicopter, strafed and fired on several of the airborne Autobots. Four of them fell to the ground, either in stasis-lock or the early stages of system failure
That left eleven Autobots, and way too many Decepticons. But suddenly, to his shock, he saw several of the wounded warriors they had been sent to rescue, begin to attack. Nobody asked them to, so why? It was then that he realized the real weakling: himself. But as soon as he had thought the tide would turn, the soldiers began to fall one after the other.
And he was helpless.
Red also watched as his brother began to make repairs on several of those ailing bots. In one hand was a gun, the other was working frantically on healing his comrades.
He heard the rumble of what looked like a tank go barreling past, and as a reflex, he raised his right hand and fired at the back tread.
"AH!" The tank roared. In a second, he had transformed, and was turning his focus on Red-Alert. His optics burned a fiery orange, and in an instant, Red knew who he was.
Megatron.
"HOW DARE YOU!!" He shouted at him. "YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!!!"
Red-Alert rolled onto his left side quickly, ignoring the pain that his arm and shoulder caused him. In one great upheaval, he was standing upright, facing the Decepticon leader.
And, to his utter horror, Megatron powerlinked with a Minicon. At that time, battling a powered-up adversary ultimately resulted in your downfall. The tyrant walked toward him, his legendary scowl visible on his face.
It was then that the young and arrogant mech realized he was doomed. There would be no more jokes, no more battles, no more anything. He no longer felt self-centered and battle hungry. He just wanted to get out alive.
Red took a step or two back, wild, animalistic fear shimmering in his ruby-red optics. He didn't want to die. Then again, not many people do.
Well if I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down fighting! He resolved in his head.
"Take this, you Decepticon scum!!"
In a split second, he raised his laser cannon, and fired on Megatron. Several rounds made their mark, causing him to stagger backwards, his armor smoking. For a moment, he was optimistic, but when he saw Megatron shrug off the hits like they were nothing, again the fear took hold.
"Is that the best you've got?" He mocked. "If so, you are one sad Autobot."
Megatron's hip-mounted cannon had already swung forward, and was now aimed dead at him. The green and purple 'con grinned malevolently.
"Red-Alert!!"
In a blur of white and red, Ratchet had thrown himself into Megatron, causing the laser missile to hit the ground seemingly inches away from Red's feet. He stared at the gaping hole in the tarmac until the sound of two wrestling Transformers brought him out of his thoughts.
"Get off of me you hunk of scrap!!" Megatron roared, throwing Red-Alert's brother to the hard blacktop, knocking him out.
That was the last straw for Red-Alert. He could do whatever he wanted to him, but nobody got away with messing with his family, nobody!
In one last desperate ploy, the teenaged mech bolted straight at the giant Decepticon, hitting him in the face with one of the most spectacular punches he'd ever thrown. It sent Megatron reeling, clutching at his face, and he landed hard on his aft.
That's it, he thought. I'm spent. No more power left.
Red-Alert uttered a prayer to Primus that his hit would be enough, but he looked on in terror as Megatron aimed that damned cannon at him once again.
"You FOOL!! I will make you PAY!!"
But this time, he didn't seem to care if he died. As long as his brother and friends were safe, he could pass on in peace. He hadn't thrown that last punch for himself, it had been for everyone else at the base. Because, in war, nobody fights for themselves: it's for the guy next to you.
BOOM!!
There had been a flash of light, and then everything went black.
TBC
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DMK: ANOTHER cliffie!!! BWAHAHA!! Sorry that these chapters are short, but I SWEAR that 4 will be the last. I know this thing is full of holes, but all four of these chapters were typed at once in about an hour's time.
