Author's Note: Wow, starting a chapter in the middle of the night O.o So unlike me... Ah well, this isn't a real chapter, just a filler, so to speak. It'll help progress one of my characters for something huge that'll happen later on, so I guess it's a good idea I'm writing this. It's in first person POV, just so ya know. Hope ya like it!

Chapter 6: Longing for a Meaning

I'm not where I belong. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere. I should have died when it came for me. But I didn't. I lived, thanks to the Autobots...

Hhhn... The Autobots... They 'saved' me. Yeah right, they just prolonged my existence. When Cyclonus killed me, I was meant to die then, I know I was meant to. But then here come the Autobots, ready to help the innocent.

I was dragged into this war by my so-called friend, Rad. He brought me to the base, he introduced me to the Autobots. I didn't know it then, but when he did that, he sealed my fate, and earned my hatred.

When I was a common human teenager, I found the Autobots fascinating machines. I always wondered how mechanical beings, from another planet no less, could have things such things as emotion. I always wondered what it would be like to actually have the life of a Transformer, and I guess Cyclonus granted my wish.

At first, I thought it was awesome. But then, little by little, I began to miss my old life. My family, my friends, all of them are but a memory to me now. I miss them all so much, but sadly, I cant return to them. I cant ever see them again.

I'm in a world where I don't belong anywhere. I don't belong with the Decepticons, and yet, I wave their flag. I don't belong with the Autobots, and yet, I owe them everything, and at the same time, nothing.

People die for a reason. It's not because we get too old and stop functioning, no. We die because our usefulness to the cosmos has ceased, and we are disposed of. When I was killed, my usefulness had ended, and yet, I still live on. But why? So I can live the life of a soldier, under the dictator to end all dictators? I highly doubt I'm meant to do this.

I hope you don't think I'm suicidal, because I'm not. I merely want to be where I belong, and I know its not within this war. I want to go out and find my place, find where I belong, but I cannot, or I'll be hunted like a dog. But still, maybe that's the way to go. At least I'd be out of this hellhole.

Still, it's not like I haven't been an outcast since I joined the Decepticons. I think most of them like me. I hope, anyways. The more friends, and less enemies, the better. Wheeljack and I have a kind of special bond, it's almost like we're brothers. Possibly because we were both on the Autobot's side at one point. I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter to me.

Getting back on subject, I truly believe I was meant to die back then. It seems like ages, but it couldn't have been more than a month. But if I'm still alive now... I might still have a purpose... But what would it be? Could I really do something that would benefit others in some way? I doubt it.

You know, after letting all this out, I feel a lot better. Perhaps there is a reason why I exist, I just need to find it. Hopefully I wont get slagged until then.

-Warhawk

Ending Author's Note: *looks*... Ok, 20th Anniversary Optimus Prime is asleep... Goood. Now, I'm sure some of ya might disagree with some things I said, but keep in mind that it's to go with a later chapter, so please don't hate me ^^; And don't forget to review please! I love reviews as much as you do!