If That's What It Takes: Prolog
"FALL! FALL!" She saw him scream as the blasts cut her husband down right before her eyes.
A strange triumphant smile spread over the face of the monster as he stood up and tossed the youth he had been holding aside. She watched as he made his way over to where her one and only was huddled on the ground trying his best to fight through the pain of the wounds that, if he didn't hold still, would more than likely claim his life.
"I would have waited an eternity for this," Megatron snarled, "It's over Prime."
She knew what he was going to do, despite the fact, in her heart and soul she begged him not to. To wait, to give someone more time to get there and stop Megatron. It was the most useless thing that she had ever done in her life.
Her mental scream became a real one as she saw the only person in this, or any other world that she had ever given her heart too, force him self up on to his feet and slam his fists into Megatron's own chest.
"NEVER!" He cried at the top of his audios.
His scream suddenly merged with her own as she burst out of the night mare once again to hear the thunder from the rain clap across her roof once more.
Angel pulled her short hair, now plastered damply across her forehead out of her eyes and looked around the room. She was back home, no battles, no smoke, no puddles of spilt energon and blood. Nothing here but the horrid dreams reminding her that she had lost everything that she loved, to a monster that had no notion of pity, no sense of mercy, and no compunctions about using an innocent child as a shield.
She managed to disentangle her self from the sheets and headed out into the main room of the house. Angel stopped and looked around, not to long ago this place had been full of life. Now it was just another lifeless house that made the rain and the cold of the outside world seem that much more empty and alone. She wandered slowly across the room and her foot touched something that was on the floor. She looked down and noticed that it was her deck, the one she had lent to Prowl, scattered all over the place. Yes she remembered now, she had thrown them against the wall when she realized that Prowl was just one more person that she would never see again. Friends, comrades, and her lover, all lost to the darkness that had consumed her world.
She stepped over the cards and headed in the direction of the porch, the stone steps where they had sat and held one another. Where he had held her in his arms and promised that she would never be alone and he would be there for her forever.
She stepped out on to the porch and looked out into the rain for a very long time. In a flash it all became too much for her and Angel collapsed on to ground and lay there crying into her arms.
"Dammit Orion," She managed to gasp, "Why did you have to die?"
Half way across the country another young woman, was having the opposite reaction. She had for a long time been crying like Angel, but now Alyssa was out of tears. She was in her car, and was doing the best she could to get as far away from the truth that she possibly could. There was nothing more for her back in the other direction and there was no way that she was going to try and sort through the hurt the way her friend was trying. No it was much better that she was here and now, speeding down this lonely desert highway, getting further and further away from the fact that the man she had loved with all her heart and soul had been eviscerated. He had been slashed open by those monsters and she had stood there, the helpless little human, as he had bled out. Stood there and had been unable to do anything at all to stop him from slipping away from her forever.
She probably should have stayed back at the farm and been with Angel, the other girl was grieving just as hard as she was. But right then, to be completely honest, she had nothing left in her that would let her bring comfort to any one but her self. The further from her home she drove, the more she realized that she didn't even have the capacity to give her self comfort. So all she could do was try to escape, and that's exactly what she was doing. That she was escaping from the ruins of the city that she should have been happy in, from the ruins of the life that should have been just beginning, leaving only the trail of dust behind her as any proof that she had ever existed at all.
Some day both of them, she thought, some day they would find a way to move on. A way to make life better, for now though all that mattered was that the past was back there and she was heading ahead. All that mattered…