Author's note: So I've been trying to come up with a back story for my character, Venture, and this is just a little something I have going so far. There will be a longer story, more in depth story some time in the future.

On a side note getting into a theological discussion with a head character can be very interesting...

I don't own Transformers, Venture on the other hand is mine.

Hit the Floor

There are times when you can't help but wonder what in the pit you did to deserve this life.

All you ever wanted was for everything to go smoothly for once, and then you hit the floor...

[It wasn't my fault! I did exactly what you told me to!]

It seems like no matter what someone is always ticked off at you.

[I didn't do anything wrong! Why are you doing this to me?]

And as if by some universal law they're always twice as strong, twice as fast...twice *everything* you are.

[I can't see...sweet Primus, my arm...]

And absolutely *nothing* you do can keep them happy. They take you apart piece by piece.

[I can't move...]

Your life is filled with nothing but pain and doubt.

[What did I do wrong?]

You think it can never get worse than this.

You are wrong.

[She's dead; he killed her!] How much abuse will you take before you finally break away?

[No more. I won't be your shadow anymore.]

You know you don't deserve this, but you can see no way out. Fate has bound you to the one you hate.

And to think they dare to call you a monster.

[I know your type and you're all the same, nothing but scum!]

They are the ones who allowed your suffering to continue. You pleaded to them for help and they sent you away.

[I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do...

What?! Look at me! Look at what's been done to me! Why won't you help me?]

They call *you* a monster.

They say they're fighting to protect the world. They say their mission is to protect the innocents from harm.

[Liars.]

Who's the monster now?